A living person?
When Jiang Chen looked toward the sack, Chen Sihu and the others noticed it as well.
With their eyesight, they could naturally tell what was inside the sack.
So the people of Linshui Village were using living people as sacrificial offerings?
And in the dead of night, just as they had arrived?
Was this a coincidence?
Chen Yan, Xia Rong, and the others instinctively looked toward Jiang Chen, wanting to warn him not to act rashly.
Back then, that operation which had nearly wiped them all out had been caused by a newcomer acting recklessly, ultimately brewing a bloody catastrophe.
But when they looked at Jiang Chen, they found that he had calmly shifted his gaze away.
Had he failed to see what was inside the sack?
Sure enough, he was just a green recruit.
That was fine too. At least he would not cause trouble.
"Who are you people?"
Seeing the group cross the river, the gray-haired village chief came over with several people and examined them suspiciously.
They looked like a merchant caravan, but what merchant caravan traveled in the middle of the night?
"Are you the village chief, sir? We were conducting business when we lost our way halfway through. We would like to rest in the village for the night and leave early tomorrow morning."
Chen Sihu stepped forward. In one hand, he held out a merchant's travel document; in the other, a small bag of silver. His movements were exceptionally practiced. Anyone unaware of the truth would truly have taken him for a merchant.
"There is an inn at the village entrance. You can stay there, but do not wander around outside tonight."
After examining the merchant's document, the white-haired village chief's expression softened, and he discreetly accepted the bag of silver.