The blood sacrifice officially began.
A voice rang out from somewhere, its penetrating power so immense that everyone in Lanserburg could hear it clearly. Whoever spoke clearly possessed vast spiritual power, enough to transmit his words this way.
Qian Wanyu sensed the other party's consciousness blanketing all of Lanserburg. Everything they had just done seemed to have taken place beneath those watchful eyes. She glanced toward a pair of elderly "folk" nearby.
I wonder if Ninth Sister is frightened...
She regretted her earlier decision a little. Had she known, she would have made Wei Junlan impersonate this effeminate man while she stayed beside Ninth Sister. Unfortunately, Wei Junlan's memory was nowhere near as good as hers. He would probably give himself away playing this man, and he was several centimeters too short besides.
The moment the voice faded, Dongfang Minghui saw a crowd of people who seemed to have gone mad. They gathered in groups to discuss strategies, all while guarding against one another.
"I only remember the three who came in today-a man and a woman with a little kid. That brat has to be the easiest to catch. Quick, search everywhere."
"I saw them right beside me earlier. How did they vanish in the blink of an eye?"
"That woman is a ruthless one."
As the crowd passed her, they were still discussing the whereabouts of her, Seventh Sister, and Wei Junlan. Human memory was sometimes a curious thing. They remembered the three newcomers who had entered Lanserburg today with particular clarity, right down to the little kid's clothes, yet their memories of those who had arrived two days earlier were much hazier.
Thus, many people set their sights on the three of them. They looked like easy prey, a vulnerable group that would be simple to