Yang Qing glanced back at him. "Xiao Zhou, you're right. There's probably more to this Mass Burial Pit than meets the eye."
"Xiao Zhou and I discussed it just now. The Hard Tribe is very likely practicing some kind of dark sorcery."
Bu Er asked, "Dark sorcery? What makes you say that?"
Yang Qing said, "If our suspicions are correct, the Hard Tribe's so-called Heavenly God Selection and Chosen Ones are actually connected to the dark sorcery afflicting them."
At some unknown point, the people of the Hard Tribe had been led astray by people with ulterior motives and begun performing Blood Sacrifice.
Perhaps their tribe had indeed reaped tremendous benefits at first.
But as time passed, the price they had to pay for those benefits began to reveal itself.
It became ever more apparent, and ever more severe.
Eventually, that price had grown too great for the people of the Hard Tribe to bear.
"In other words, they've already begun secretly pinning their hopes on outsiders."
Bu Er asked, "They want to use our strength to help them escape their predicament?"
Yang Qing nodded. "Very likely."
As the two spoke, Jiang Zhizhou, Ouyang Lin, and the others saw Hardway slowly approaching again with several elders.
Bu Er moved, about to strike, but Yang Qing stopped him.
"Let's hear what they have to say first."
The eagerness on Hardway's face when he first met Yang Qing had long since vanished, replaced by a faint indifference.
He walked over slowly and looked at Yang Qing. "Since you've already guessed some of it, I won't hide it from you any longer."
"You came to the Hard Tribe and even broke into the Forbidden Land. Clearly, this was heaven's will."
As he spoke, Hardway looked around. "Now you've become bound to our tribe's