A deathly silence spread through the room.
Yu Xing slowly turned around, his gaze settling once more on the rocking chair. He stared at the old woman sitting there, neither speaking nor moving, and met her eyes.
At the same time, he began to think about Emily—Riel's wife.
She and her swaddled son were the only survivors that night. The church had erased and purified their memories, and on the surface, it seemed they had somehow survived the Blood Moon's corruption.
But the deathly silence hanging over the room, the strange corruption so thick it seemed impossible to dispel—all of it pointed to one fact: that Blood Moon had never truly left Emily's soul.
How had she deceived the church?
Yu Xing calmly analyzed the situation.
The Blood Moon's aura was of an exceedingly high order. He had provisionally classified it as a "Primordial God." How could the Harvest Mother Goddess's purifying power have failed to detect the corruption left behind by such a powerful, indescribable entity? Unless...
Unless Emily really hadn't been deeply corrupted at the time.
The Blood Moon's primary target had been Riel. The corrupted Riel had then killed the three deacons. Emily might only have suffered a severe psychological shock and minor contamination, which the church's purification would have been more than capable of handling.
Then perhaps the real corruption had reconnected... after the purification.
That theory made more sense.
Perhaps that night, Emily's soul had been branded with some kind of special "mark," turning her into a potential coordinate. Once the church's protection had been withdrawn, the distant entity had followed that mark and fixed its gaze on her once more. Like a persistent, festering wound, it had slowly and steadily eaten away at her, turning her into what she was now—
A living source