When he discovered that all these dead sheep might have once been human, he was utterly shocked.
But after the shock, new questions surfaced in Li Huowang's mind. What exactly are they worshiping? Who are they? These two questions circled endlessly in his thoughts.
He felt it was essential to find answers. If such an Evil Cult still lurked in the depths of this cave, he needed to reconsider if it was wise to venture further. Risking his life for the Black Taisui was one thing, but it wasn't worth throwing his life away.
Upon hearing Li Huowang's thoughts, Sun Baolu spoke up. "Brother Li, this isn't right. Look at how the heads of the sheep, cattle, and pigs are arranged on the platters; they're upside down. These are offerings for the dead sheep."
"They're not worshiping a god? They're worshiping these sheep?"
With furrowed brows, Li Huowang stood to the side, his gaze shifting between the offerings and the dead sheep.
