Perhaps sensing there was no danger, Ye Qinghong had already slung his sword onto his back and asked curiously.
Guan Qinghan and the others blinked as well, the phantoms behind them already gone.
"That's right. Offerings at this White Bone Temple differ from ordinary offerings: they require blood. This is also the Blood God's decree. They say only when blood is shed can the Blood God sense it and protect you, allowing you to survive in this eerie mountain village."
"I see. What happens if you don't offer blood?"
Whoosh!
The middle-aged man and the others instantly turned deathly pale, their eyes filled with intense fear.
"Then... then the Blood God will grow angry. Once the Blood God grows angry, he brings even more terrifying calamities. They say a villager once showed the Blood God disrespect. The next day, all four members of that villager's family died and became dried corpses. All their blood had been taken by the Blood God."
"..."
Silence. Deathly stillness. At those words, everyone's expression grew grave.
They examined the Blood God statue and the temple anew.
The more they looked, the more extraordinary the temple seemed.
At last, Fang Yang suddenly spoke.
"Did my fifth disciple offer blood to worship the Blood God?"
"..."
The middle-aged man froze for a moment, then hurriedly answered.
"She did. The Hall Master was the one who told us about this. After entering the mountain village, she questioned the villagers. Once she learned about this, she took the initiative to lead us in worshipping the Blood God."
"Mm!"
Fang Yang nodded and continued scrutinizing the statue.
Chill winds gusted outside, with bouts of wailing and bitter sobbing sounding from time to time.
Hearing those sounds, the Blood Rain Cult Disciples seemed reminded of something utterly terrifying and grew