Lin Feng pulled out the child—or rather, the child's mummified corpse—dragging him out of the Secret Passage.
The breeze was gentle.
The corpse was light, too.
He had died of thirst.
There was hardly any weight to him.
He must have died after the downpour. Had everything stemmed from a single heavy rain?
In Journey to the West, the state preceptors of the Kingdom of Cart Slow had at least used legitimate spells to pray for rain.
All for a single rainfall.
What exactly had those Yin-Yang Practitioners done?
Why had the consequences been so severe?
In times of war and chaos, villages generally had some Secret Passages as a last resort.
After all, by the time people hid in the Secret Passage to survive,
whether they could be found was something they had put out of their minds.
It was merely one last shred of comfort, a gamble that the enemy would be pressed for time and would not bother searching.
Lin Feng now had a new understanding of what it meant for Heaven to claim people.
Had the peasant woman perhaps believed that Heaven claiming people meant everyone had become a Sacrifice after the rain fell?
The price paid for rain.
Heaven claiming people?
If that really was the truth, Lin Feng did not know what to say.
He gathered all the corpses together without using sacrificial fire.
He burned them with ordinary flames.
Finding the corpses had not surprised Lin Feng's Intent.
He had seen more than one corpse like these, all hidden in secret chambers. The difference was that in some villages, the bodies had been taken away, while in others, they had been left behind.
The fire roared as Lin Feng formed seals with both hands.
His voice was as calm as a still Well.