As the words left his mouth, the woman holding the infant hugged the child tightly, her face filled with reluctance.
Seeing her reaction, Village Chief Feng shook his head slightly. "You're not the only one making a sacrifice. Every year, the village chooses one newborn infant to offer to the Kitchen God. If you carry on like this, what will the other villagers think? This is for the future of our village."
Upon hearing this, the woman gritted her teeth and nodded.
The reluctance in her eyes was gone, replaced by a steely resolve.
The sounds of their conversation seemed unnervingly desolate in the inky blackness of the night.
In the shadows of the Sealed Village, Shen Bai and his men hid in a corner as dark as the night itself. As they watched the scene unfold, they were beginning to get a grasp of the situation.
A flash of anger appeared in Huang Guang's eyes, and he clenched his fists. "To think something so vicious could happen in a small village like this."
