"Click."
"Bang."
The Glintstone Firearm fired, the two sounds seeming to merge into one. The simplest Glintstone Sorcery formed at the muzzle, sending a [Glintstone Pebble] at the old man's head.
Barring any surprises, it would blow his head apart. Zhao Si couldn't care less who the old man was. Could anyone who wore clothes made from human skin be normal?
Never mind how things had been before. From the distant past to antiquity to the modern age, from primitive society to civilization, nothing stayed the same forever.
Things that had once seemed perfectly ordinary could be discarded as civilization evolved, vanishing into history.
Human sacrifice was something that should have been discarded long ago.
He had thought the "pebble" would easily blow the old man's head apart. Instead, it passed straight through him and struck a crate behind him. The wooden crate broke, exposing its contents-weapons.
Weapons made from human bones: large cleavers, rakes, clubs, and more. Weapons like these looked sinister in themselves. An ordinary person would probably be horrified just to see the bones of their own kind.
"This is the secret this village hides." The old man chuckled hoarsely. There was desolation in his laughter, as though something painful had been stirred up.
"This is a village that devours people." The old man introduced himself. "My name is Gowris, a wretch who lost his wife and children. Like you, I came from elsewhere. I suggest you listen to my story..."
Without caring whether Zhao Si could stand it, Gowris launched into his story. It was like an unskippable cutscene in a game, one you were forced to watch. Worse, this cutscene had little to do with the main story, and it was long and tedious.
Zhao Si couldn't find "skip," and he had no way to