"Separate us."
"Let us die."
Another desire erupted from the Kiln workers. They were willing to pay any price for it.
They did not want to stand guard. Guarding this place was Yin-Shang's mission.
These Kiln workers were only workers. They had not the slightest attachment to this place.
Their demands were clear. All their countless words boiled down to these two requests.
To achieve them, they would let Lin Feng do anything he wanted.
Lin Feng opened their shirts and stroked their bellies.
Blazing sacrificial fire burned on his five fingers.
He reached deep into their bodies, searching for traces of the Yin-Shang Noble's flesh and blood.
In Papua New Guinea, people had discovered a fatal illness called Kuru Disease. It caused people to lose their motor functions and ultimately die.
The disease originated in an ancient tribal tradition: they dug up the bodies of deceased relatives and ate them, consuming their own kind.
Mad cow disease sometimes arose for the same reason, when dead Niu were made into feed and fed to living Niu.
The culprit behind it all was the Prion.
A Curse upon cannibalism.
But their problem was even more complicated. Shang Dynasty priests were not deities, after all. Even Xia, whom the Shang Dynasty had been so secretive about, had vanished into Historian. How much less could the Shang Dynasty endure?
The Shang Dynasty's monarch, the most powerful person in all of Yin-Shang, lived in constant terror of the divine punishment sent down by the ancestor god.
Let alone a priest.
For the people of Shang, death was not the end. It was the beginning of another form of transcendence.
Thus, Yin-Shang priests also aged and died. After death, they returned to their own heaven.
This Yin-Shang priest had lived for more than two thousand