Although she didn't know why she became a sacrifice, Xiaohua didn't feel any danger. No matter how bizarre the altar looked in front of her, for now, it seemed to be just some clay statues, lifeless things that made it hard for Xiaohua to feel scared.
The only things that seemed somewhat interesting were the colorful, vibrant insects. Almost instinctively, Xiaohua reached out her hand to a few insects.
Old Master Yin watched Xiaohua's actions with immense tension, not daring to make a sound. In just a few seconds, sweat began to pour out densely from his forehead.
The few insects tested a bit, perhaps genuinely attracted by Xiaohua, and actually crawled onto her arm!
Old Master Yin's eyes widened, tension gripping him as he focused on the insects and occasionally glanced at the statue, as if anticipating some sort of change.
