Recalling that terrifying scene, Zhang Huaping was greatly shocked internally.
But after all, she was an experienced traveler.
She pretended that nothing had happened, repeating to herself, "I can't hear it, I can't hear it," as she bypassed the warehouse and walked outward.
But the peace was short-lived.
Just as she distanced herself from the trouble, passing by the blacksmith shop,
Inside came the Duang~Duang sounds of iron being forged and angry shouts.
The sizzle of roasting meat.
Incomprehensible terrifying murmurs.
Weird and bloody shouting from a sacrificial ritual.
...
Utterly chilling.
She didn't dare to go inside and see.
If she wasn't mistaken, there must be something extremely horrifying happening inside.
In that instant, she instinctively felt it wasn't a blacksmith shop at all, but rather a barbecue joint, as if someone inside the house held an iron skewer, lit a stove, and brushed various sauces...
