In any case, the fewer complications, the better. Tang Changsheng had no intention of showing himself. He crept toward the woods at the edge of the village. Just then, he gave a soft exclamation as he felt a gust of Yin Wind pass nearby.
That was a Grudge Ghost at the very least!
But why would Ghost Creature head toward a shrine while its Deity was being worshipped? Were they looking to die?
As that thought crossed his mind, he felt another gust of Yin Wind pass.
Now Tang Changsheng could no longer stay calm. Had the Deity decided to show mercy today and feed the hungry spirits?
Curiosity got the better of him. He lit his Heavenly Heart, opened his sight, and looked over.
His heart jolted.
The Divine Light inside the temple was mottled, faint and Qing-black. How could this be an Orthodox God? It was plainly an Evil God.
Worse, a faint blood-red glow mingled with that Qing-black aura. The god accepted blood sacrifices. That made it a wicked god!
That thread of bloodlight might have looked insignificant, but it would have taken dozens, perhaps a hundred lives to gather even that much Blood Baleful Intent.
Tang Changsheng flew into a rage. "A wicked god that demands blood sacrifices!"
Chen Wangshi and the others had told him only that the local Deity squeezed the people for money. He had never imagined the wicked god would dare consume human Blood Sacrifice!
For a moment, he wanted to charge over, smash the temple, and destroy its god.
When the General's Temple first established itself in Lower River, it had fought the Southern Yi's Blood Sacrifice Evil Gods for centuries, razing their mountain shrines and tearing down their temples. Who knew how many such Blood Sacrifice Evil Gods it had