The hidden sanctuary door beneath the ancient castle, where the Cult of the Moon Mother Goddess had concealed itself, was pried open by Ram in no time.
Yet the scene beyond the door was completely different from Jia Xiu's idea of a sanctuary.
In Jia Xiu's view, even a cult in some small town ought to have amassed at least some wealth.
A sanctuary where no one else was allowed near was most likely the high priestess's storehouse for divine artifacts, as well as her private little treasury.
Surely this cult couldn't have no intention of making money at all, existing purely for some "great ideal," could it?
Yet there was no gold, silver, or treasure in the sanctuary. There was only an altar radiating a sinister red glow, surrounded by several rows of stone coffins. Rather than a sanctuary, it looked more like a bizarrely equipped cemetery.
Using a cemetery as a sanctuary—someone who didn't know better might think the Cult of the Moon Mother Goddess was a bunch of necromancers.
"What exactly is this place for?" Mia murmured, as though talking to herself.
"A den of evil forces, a place for bloody sacrifices. Knight Bubu has a duty to tear it down!"
Bubu said, putting on a calm front.
Unfortunately, she only looked cool for two seconds.
"It feels so scary. Places like this are always haunted in stories."
Jia Xiu answered helplessly, "Bubu, strictly speaking, you count as a kind of ghost too. What ghost is afraid of other ghosts?"
"But if people can be afraid of people, why can't ghosts be afraid of ghosts?"
Jia Xiu was speechless for a moment.
That made so much sense.
"Forget it. I'll go inspect what this altar actually is. Bubu, get ready to blink. The moment anything seems wrong,