"Go on… I am listening." It wouldn't be a lie to say that out of all the things, that black fog and the cave, as well as the water well, were the only things that attracted his attention. Since he couldn't go into them, he was hoping to find out about them in some other way, and now that there was finally someone willing to tell him about them, he couldn't help but hold his breath, waiting for her to continue.
"Our village doesn't have a name, and for as long as I could remember, the people here lived by hunting and foraging."
"A year ago…" Her voice trembled for an instant before she gathered her courage to speak further. "It all started a year ago when we angered the gods."
"Oh!?" Yang Ze's eyes narrowed into slits as he heard her speak. He wanted to ask about the so-called 'gods' but stopped and let her continue.
"Our village used to have a custom of sacrificing a pair of a boy and a girl every year to our patron god for safety and resources."
