Is over?

  Stirling heard Monk White's words and gazed at the gigantic stone statue before him. It had closed its eyes. He felt a surge of lingering fear because of his own boldness now.

  But he dared to do so for a reason.

  Without a doubt, these villagers come here often. If they had died in one go, Rock Village would have been wiped out long ago.

  As long as he does nothing outrageous, such as upset the two monks or interrupt the sacrifice, there shouldn't be any issues.

  Yet, he had no idea of how much blood he had lost. Stirling held back the urge to touch his arm. He simulated the surrounding villagers without words, then suddenly realized.

  No wonder the villagers all look pale and thin. It turns out that it's because they have been having their blood drawn in this temple for a long time.

  Food is scarce here. Living conditions are very poor, which leads to insufficient nutrition. Over time, everyone becomes emaciated, looking like mummies.

  This temple is abnormal in every inch. But why, after accepting the offerings, do they still give out such lamps?

  Stirling's gaze fell on the lamp in front of him again, and then he looked at the strange rune carved on it.

  One hundred percent, this lamp did not differ from the old one before he enhanced it last night. Only this time, the lamp oil inside was almost overflowing. The quality of his blood was quite high, which made the statue very satisfied.

  At this stop, the villagers around had all stood up one by one. Seeing this, Stirling covered the oil box on the lamp with haste. He then placed it in the package before standing up.

  Next, he felt dizzy, and his eyes blurred for a moment. But his heart stirred, and he immediately assumed the stance of the Aether Skills. The warm current rushed from his lower abdomen again. Only then did a tinge of red return to his pale face.

  Damn thing, how much of my blood has the tentacle sucked?

  Stirling was full of resentment. He gritted his teeth and pretended to be calm. He followed the villagers through the round archway on the right side of the courtyard.

  Under Monk Green, everyone lined up. They passed through the archway and reached the guest quarters on the far right of the temple.

  "The night in the mountains is not peaceful. Please rest here for safety. Mighty Blood God will bless you all. "

  Monk Green looked at everyone with a smile and said.

  "Thank you, Father!"

  "Thank you, Father!"

  The villagers immediately all expressed their gratitude to Green. Their faces showed fanaticism in worship while their eyes were vacant, much like a group of silent lambs, ignorant of the fate as victims.

  Monk Green smiled and then left in a hurry.

  After that, the villagers entered the guest rooms one by one in order.

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  The guest rooms here are not small, designed as large dormitories. And each one can accommodate about ten people.

  This time, thirty or forty villagers from Rock Village came. Four rooms were enough for them.

  Stirling watched as the people, one by one, entered the guest rooms. He didn't rush in but waited with great patience. It wasn't until the second-to-last guest room filled that he made a swift move and got in ahead of them.

  Stirling didn't dare to stay in the first room or the last one in this eerie temple. After careful consideration, he thought the second-to-last room was the most suitable.

  Stirling's actions did not draw the attention of the other villagers either. They would not care as long as it did not relate to the sacrificial ceremony.

  When Stirling stepped into the guest room, a foul smell hit him. It reminded him of garbage left out in the hot summer sun all day. The stench was sickening.

  The guest room here looked like never been cleaned. Stirling suspected that there might be something rotten hiding.

  But the villagers who came in after Stirling had no reaction at all. Every one of them took off their shoes and socks, lay down on the bunk, and rested.

  The villagers didn't communicate at all during the process, not even to say hello. They moved like puppets. Stirling, the only normal person there, felt every pore on his body trembling.

  Damn it! That old bastard White is the guy marked as the Red Cross. He got these people in such a state by preaching. Why?

  Doubt flickered in Stirling's mind. Still, he followed the villagers. He took off his shoes and socks and lay down on the bunk. His eyes still did not dare to close, and he maintained a fixed gaze on the closed door.

  In this eerie temple, Stirling always felt uncomfortable. He always sensed something was off besides the two old monks, Priest White and Green. He could not figure out what it was.

  Lost in thought, Stirling heard snores beside him. The villagers were so tired that they lay down and plunged into a deep sleep.

  Shit! They fell asleep in a second.

  Stirling heard the surrounding snoring. He muttered under his breath and thought. He then assumed the sleeping position in the Aether skills and began his practice.

  After some time, Stirling practiced with his eyes closed. He felt a jolt in his heart; an idea had struck him out of nowhere. He opened his eyes wide right then, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead in an instant.

  The dust!!!

  Stirling realized what was wrong finally. From the time he had entered the temple until now, he had seen no cleaning!

  Where is there a temple that doesn't clean the God statue? Even if it's in the most desolate and remote place, cleaning is always a daily work, isn't it?

  This made Stirling even more frightened.

  In a flash, Stirling heard a giggle outside the door, resembling that of a baby.

  "Hahaha!!"

  ！！！

  Stirling blended into the crowd right away, no longer in his martial arts pose. He kept his eyes closed to a narrow slit and watched the doors and windows nearby.

  Then, two sharp footsteps approached and came to a halt right outside Stirling's room.

  "Today is a preaching day."

  "Yeah, yeah. We can have a good meal again."

  "So, which room will we choose? "

  "I have a strong desire to eat them all!"

  "No, no! Only one every time. If we eat them all, the priests will find out and punish us!"

  Two voices sounded one after another, and then it became quiet again.

  Damn! What is this again?

  Stirling heard a muffled conversation behind the door. He was so scared that he didn't dare to breathe. Even a powerful urge to urinate rushed from his tailbone to the top of his head, making his eyes widen in an instant.

  OMG! I forgot to pee before bed!

  Stirling was cursing his bad luck at the moment, but there was nothing he could do. He could only grit his teeth and hold on, praying that the monster outside the door wouldn't choose his room.

  Footsteps echoed outside the door, approached Stirling's room and then stopped. Next, the closed door creaked and then opened on its own.

  Mother Fucker!

  Stealing a glance at this scene, Stirling felt as if his heart was about to leap out of his chest. He could not help cursing under his breath.

  Over there, as the door opened little by little, a short figure appeared at the entrance. The moonlight cast its elongated shadows on the people lying on the beds inside the room.

  Stirling, nestled in the back, glimpsed the intruder in the moonlight, immediately feeling that he might have to pay for it with his life tonight.

  There, standing in front of the door, was a dwarf with two heads on his shoulders, dressed in a bright red robe!

  The dwarf had two pale blue heads, both bald and with no beard. Their lips, bright red like devil dolls, sent chills down spines and made hearts tremble with fear!