In Boss Feng's front courtyard, the sacrificial ceremony was in full swing.
Many prominent figures wore black robes that concealed their faces, preventing others from recognizing them.
Some of these gentlemen, however, had eaten themselves so fat that even loose robes could not hide their bellies.
Together with a few small details, it was actually still possible to tell who was who.
It was unlike what Lin Feng had heard outside.
There really was no indiscriminate orgy taking place within this residence.
People here really were dancing.
The dance was utterly wild, everyone seeming to pour all their strength into expressing a savage beauty.
Others made strange sounds nearby, broadly corresponding to five emotions: Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, and grief.
Those Shamans—Shamans would do for now—held hands, danced, and leaped, utterly unconcerned by the blood flowing from tears in their bodies and spilling onto the ground.
Bleeding like this would not kill a person through blood loss.
But they might die of exhaustion.
Several people who had died of exhaustion had already been carried aside. Yet these important figures paid no attention to the deaths of the Dancer. Their gazes remained fixed on the ritual before them, and they did not even know that a great fire had broken out outside.
The outer circle danced, while what was happening inside looked more like a ceremony to welcome a God.
A Divine Carriage borne by sixteen emerged from the nearby "palace." This "palace" was actually just a temporary shelter erected in the front hall, and judging by its size...
There was no way this sixteen-bearer Divine Carriage could have been carried out of it.
Something was amiss.
There were no living people among the Divine Carriage's bearers, only "people" who reeked of fish from head to toe.
These were all monsters