The thin man drunkenly raised his head, gave a silly smile, pointed ahead, and said, "It’s right up ahead."
The young woman’s little son had disappeared months ago, and her family was in a state of panic. They searched everywhere but couldn’t find him, and there was no news even after reporting it to the governnt office. Just as they were desperate, the thin man’s words caught her attention, and she quickly asked, "Ahead? Where ahead?"
The thin man suddenly burst into laughter: "Are you stupid? Ahead, of course, ans the inn."
Finally, he pretended to be mysterious and placed his index finger near his mouth: "Shh...! Keep it down, I’m telling you, this matter was ordered by The Emperor, you can’t let it out, or it’ll be off with your head! Ahahaha...!"
After saying this, he laughed madly again.
Those whose families hadn’t lost a little kid were indifferent, thinking the man looked shifty and clearly wasn’t a good person, plus drunken words couldn’t be trusted.
But those families who had lost little kids had beco desperate looking for their children, almost driven insane, as one might clutch at straws in desperation.
This thin man was their last hope.
Therefore, ignoring the dirt, they grabbed the madman and headed towards the inn ahead.
The inn, private room on the second floor.
As night was approaching, Xuexue had already sent over more than a dozen Insect Persons.
The Old Shopkeeper, having prepared the items for the ritual, had also arrived at the inn.
Xuexue took out a piece of bloody at, handed it to the Old Shopkeeper, and said, "Old man, this piece of at was cut from Zhao Yin, do you think it’s enough?"
The Old Shopkeeper raised his gaze and glanced at it, extrely shocked. He knew his junior brother was not a kind-hearted person and wouldn’t offer this easily.
Moreover, it was the result of his painstaking research.
Now Zhao Yin was working under The Emperor, and ordinary people dared not provoke him.
The Old Shopkeeper wasn’t foolish; although Xuexue didn’t state it explicitly, he knew Zhao Yin’s fate was likely grim.
However, Zhao Yin’s actions this ti were truly excessive, helping The Emperor with such horrendous deeds, killing so many little kids.
Furthermore, when their Master was alive, he repeatedly admonished them that such Gu techniques were harmful to the soul and forbade them from practicing. Zhao Yin had ignored their Master’s warnings, so this disaster was well deserved.
Thinking of this, the Old Shopkeeper felt much calr.
The Old Shopkeeper glanced again and said, "It’s enough, it’s enough."
After that, he picked up a dish from the table: "Miss, place the at here, I’ll need it soon."
"Alright!"
Holding onto a piece of human flesh always made Xuexue feel sick.
More than a dozen Insect Persons were arranged in line, placed on the bed in the room. Their faces were sallow and emaciated; besides having distended bellies, their limbs were as thin as dried twigs. The oldest was just over three years old, the youngest barely more than one.
They gazed at the Old Shopkeeper with wide, pitiful eyes, seemingly saying, "Save , save , save ."
Yet, they couldn’t speak at all, only staring pitifully at the Old Shopkeeper with tears continuously flowing from the corners of their eyes, mouths agape while worms squird relentlessly within.
The Old Shopkeeper glanced briefly, shook his head, and sighed, "Alas! It’s truly a sin!"
Xuexue calculated the ti; Zhao Yin should be arriving soon.
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