Weng Chenglin, who had been listening intently, froze for a moment. Then his eyes filled with uncontrollable fear. "Ghost..."
"Also, try not to look back when you're near the sacrificial kiln, especially while you're leaving."
"The people who died in the sacrificial kiln all had unfinished business. They longed to go home. If you look back, they might think you can't bear to leave them either, and there's a good chance they'll latch onto you," Li Bai warned.
"But we don't even know the people in the sacrificial kiln. They have no reason to latch onto us." Sun Yuan raised his head, looking utterly perplexed.
"You're not wrong. But I think it has something to do with the roles we're playing tonight."
Li Bai wasn't going to explain much more. First, there was no need. Second, saying too much would only make things more complicated.
Wu Qiang nodded earnestly, sounding relieved. "So that's how it is. Thank goodness Miss Li knows so much. Otherwise, we might've been in serious trouble tonight."
Huang Jun adjusted his glasses, still looking every bit the refined scholar. "Sister Li, do you know what the Blood Goddess Shehuo is?"
Ever since they'd arrived in the village, they'd been constantly fed stories about Zhusheng Niangniang. Some were downright unbelievable. In the eyes of Heishui Village's residents, Zhusheng Niangniang was a deity, and the villagers were her subjects.
And none of them were fools. The mission in Heishui Village was extremely dangerous; every night, they lost someone, and all of it was tied to this so-called Zhusheng Niangniang. Now, on the final night, another Blood Goddess had appeared. How could they not be afraid?
Li Bai hesitated for a moment, then shook her head. "I don't know much about that either."
Time passed slowly in the oppressive