The Big Ghosts in the grave appeared simultaneously, and they seemed to sense something.
Paper Money fluttered in the air as the Old Village Chief gently pressed the third son's shoulder, waiting for him to calm down, before pushing the cart filled with Sacrificial Offering forward alone.
He placed the offerings from the cart in front of various Shrines like a servant, bowing his head, appearing humble and pitiful.
"Fu Sheng, you should know these are not what we want," a voice with a somewhat neutral tone came from the Butterfly Shrine, devoid of sorrow or joy, both terrifying and captivating: "We have given you too many chances, but you always procrastinate. Now the night can no longer be held back, and the newborn Ghost also wants to come out."
"Give me a little more time, I will persuade those in the city, let them volunteer..."
