A child crying?
Xu Ye's gaze instantly sharpened with suspicion.
In this world, many rituals involved children, especially evil rituals.
The more evil a ritual was, the more purity it demanded. Children were undoubtedly the best material.
The couple's expressions changed, and Zhou Fanghua explained:
"Xu Ye, please don't misunderstand. This isn't what you think. We're devout followers of the Lord. The Lord is gentle and merciful, like a mother to us."
Xu Ye scratched his head and followed the couple into a room filled with communal beds in the back courtyard. Around fifty or sixty children were sleeping there, and one little boy was sitting on a bed, bawling.
Du Meifang hurried over, gathered the child into her arms, and soothed him gently. Soon, his cries grew quieter, and he fell asleep again.
Xu Ye conveyed his confusion with a look.
Zhou Fanghua gazed fondly at the children in his home and said:
"These children are all orphans. Their parents died in pollution incidents. In fact, the Reincarnation Cult has been preparing the Death God Return Ritual all this time, and there are always things they overlook when handling pollution incidents."
"Witnessing those pollution incidents firsthand had a severe impact on these children's bodies and minds."
"My wife and I stayed here and secretly took them in. We keep them in deep sleep to heal their wounded minds."
So that was it.
Still, pollution incidents really were deeply traumatic for children. Especially here, where knowledge of aberration and pollution wasn't widespread, many people thought ghosts were responsible.
Just then, Xu Ye's communicator rang. He hurriedly covered it, afraid of waking the children, and went outside.
Qin Feng was calling.
After hanging up, his expression became quite a sight.
Only after Qin Feng and the others returned to the Pirate