“What is a cult?”

Nan Hugu asked a question in confusion.

After hearing Ding Xiaoyu's explanation, Nan Hugu's expression gradually became very strange.

He felt that this definition made him a little familiar, but if he thought about it carefully, he didn't know where it was familiar.

All in all, the situation is very weird now, so weird that it is jaw-dropping.

"I have to notify the inspectors on the other side immediately and let them come and deal with these matters." This was Ding Xiaoyu's only idea.

However, after Ding Xiaoyu finished saying this, Deng Xin stopped him.

"Wang Chen has not come back now. She is very likely to be trapped somewhere. We cannot expose it rashly. If it is exposed, it will be detrimental to Wang Chen."

What Deng Xin is most worried about now is that Wang Chen will enter the cult church.

Because Wang Chen had said before that he was going to the temple at the entrance of the village, and this place had a great faith in the things worshipped in the temple.

Take a conclusion from the above that is likely to be the gathering place of cults in that temple.

However, in this situation, Wang Chen has never come back, so he is likely to be trapped in a cult and cannot escape.

If he rashly reports everything at this time, it will definitely trigger a series of reactions.

If those cultists knew about it, they would definitely suddenly explode, which would also be a danger to Wang Chen.

Ding Xiaoyu's face was confused. He didn't know why Deng Xin wanted to stop him.

Moreover, what is happening now is very obvious. At that time, the village chief said that the sacrifice in a few days must have taken some actions.

At this moment, Ding Xiaoyu's mind was full of strange people, burning herself in the square.

If not stopped, the scene will definitely be even more bloody and violent.

And what is happening now looks like an inexplicable beginning for Ding Xiaoyu.

"Then what should we do now?" Ding Xiaoyu took a step back and handed over the choice to Deng Xin.

Hearing Ding Xiaoyu's words, a trace of thought flashed through Deng's expression.

"The most urgent task now is to contact Wang Chen and see where he is. Only by confirming his current state can you take the next move."

Deng Xin was right, but with the current situation, it is not easy to contact Wang Chen.

So for a moment, everyone in the room fell into silence.

"Or I'll go to the temple to take a look." Qingya spoke and broke the silence.

Nan Hugu doesn't agree very much.

"With your own strength, you can't enter the temple at all. As you said before, the temple will only open in a specific period. Do you also sneak in like Wang Chen?"

Even if they could sneak into the temple, they still cannot know what the situation inside was like.

The only person who entered the temple, but there was no news, was Wang Chen.

"Then we can't sit here and wait for death. If you wait here for the typhoon to pass, you will definitely die at the hands of the village chief."

The harvest this year is not good, and the village chief is eager to hold a sacrificial ceremony.

Qingya believes that if they do not take action, they will most likely die the day. He does not want to see these changes, so he must make changes before this.

Deng Xin touched his chin, and he didn't know what the village chief's priest represents.

"Do you hold sacrificial ceremonies every year? When did you come to this village? You have always lived here?"

When asked this, Deng Xin's eyes did not look at Qingya, but turned to look at Nan Hugu.

Because Deng Xin had heard Nan Hugu say it before, he felt that Qingya was very familiar with him.

Qingya shook her head: "Do you know, why there are no young and middle-aged people in this village?"

"Because they all attended the sacrificial ceremony and then died."

This is a very terrifying cycle, and no one can escape from it.

The village chief holds this ceremony every year, and everyone in the village believes in it wildly. As long as you give the sacrifices to it, you will definitely get a good harvest and they can also give birth to more children.

However, some people have noticed something wrong recently, because there are fewer and fewer young people in the village, and the only ones left are the children of the village chief.

So they had a rebellious mentality and sent out all the younger children and took them back after they became adults.

After Qingya recalled all this with a heavy expression, she saw Deng Xin’s eyes full of unbelievableness.

"How can people here do this to their own flesh and blood? Even if they can have wealth after the sacrifice, how can they survive if they are old?"

The most important point is that there is a very big bug in Qingya's passage.

Their villages are all made sacrifices with young and middle-aged people, so why are there so many elderly people in this village and how did they survive?

It is impossible that every elderly person was once the village chief’s child.

Looking at Deng Xin's suspicious eyes, Qingya was stunned, and a little confused flashed in his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

Nan Hu turned his head and looked at Deng Xin.

Ding Xiaoyu, who was listening to the conversation between the two, showed a puzzled expression, and he said what Deng Xin was thinking.

"I don't know what happened about this matter. In short, I have memories of the sacrificial ceremony in this village. I'm not very clear about the other things you said."

The problem arises here. If Qingya had been living in the village for a long time, he would not have lived until now. She would have become a sacrifice long ago. After all, this sacrificial ceremony is once a year.

However, there will be sacrifices at the annual sacrifice, regardless of wind or rain.

The village chief said that they were all young people in the village and volunteered to serve as sacrifices.

But now Deng Xin's eyes clearly told Qingya that things were not as simple as she imagined.

"Others should appear in your village every year, the village chief should have been lying to us before."

Deng Xin briefly analyzed and asked Qingya.

Qingya is not very clear: "I will only guide you as a tour guide this year. I am at my own home at other times and I have no chance to come out. Every night, there will be a curfew in the village and you will not let people walk around at will."

This is likely to provide convenience for what the village chief does.

After the village curfew, no one can walk out freely, the one who establishes the rules.

Speaking of this, Qingya's eyes were a little surprised.
Chapter completed!