"A Mass Burial Pit? Where did you see it?"
Both Jiang Zhizhou and Yang Qing were startled by Bu Er's answer.
The Hard Tribe seemed so simple and honest. Could they really be carrying out such filthy deeds in secret?
Bu Er said, "I didn't believe it at first either, so I took Ouyang there twice in succession. We saw everything clearly."
"Then, from what you're saying, people have been going to that Mass Burial Pit these past two days?"
Otherwise, how could Bu Er have witnessed it?
"That's right. And they only move out in the dead of night, when all is quiet," Bu Er said.
"Sending people into the Mass Burial Pit at midnight may be a secretive business, but surely some word of it would get out."
Jiang Zhizhou frowned. "Yet we've been staying here for several days now, and we haven't seen anything unusual during the day."
Bu Er said, "Those people were unfamiliar faces. They didn't look like members of the tribe."
Yang Qing looked at Bu Er. "You mean there are other people hidden within the Hard Tribe?"
But when Hardway had brought them into the tribe, he had never mentioned this.
Was he unaware of it?
Or was there something else behind it?
Yang Qing said, "Let's wait and see before deciding what to do."
They had to pass through this forest.
Whether it was a mountain of blades or a sea of fire, they would only know after braving it.
"Since Ouyang saw it too, he'll surely tell Great Hero Pei and the others. Everyone had best be careful."
Bu Er said, "With this Moon-Praying Festival on one hand and the Mass Burial Pit on the other, I really think you should decline the invitation, Young Master."
"Decline it? Why?"
Bu Er