Chapter-182

The centerpiece of this grotesque gathering was a large bonfire, its flames casting eerie, dancing shadows on the ground. Around it, the villagers partook in their horrifying feast, indulging in meat and drinks with an unsettling glee. They laughed and chatted, their faces illuminated by the flickering flames, their voices filled with an unmistakable air of satisfaction.

One of the men within the circle of revelers spoke casually, his words sending shivers down the spines of the observers. He mentioned the taste of the meat they were currently enjoying, contrasting it with a previous abduction from Altu village, which he considered less palatable. His words were callous, devoid of any remorse or empathy for the lives they had taken.

A woman by his side echoed his sentiments, deeming the inhabitants of Altu village as less nutritious. Her casual conversation about the consumption of human flesh sent a chilling message about the tribe's dietary preferences, revealing a horrifying truth about their practices.

Another man joined the conversation, declaring his unwavering fondness for human meat, regardless of its source or quality. His proclamation was met with a chorus of laughter and agreement from those gathered around the bonfire. In this nightmarish tableau, the villagers openly reveled in their cannibalistic tendencies, their indifference to the lives they had taken serving as a haunting testament to their grotesque appetites.

Sin, Sia, Julia, and Fatty Jack watched in silent horror, their faces pale as they absorbed the horrific spectacle before them. It was a grim confirmation of the tribe's cannibalistic habits, and it left them with a deep sense of revulsion and disgust. The stark reality of the Mangeur D'os tribe's actions had been laid bare before their eyes, and the revelation was as horrifying as it was sickening.

In the midst of this unsettling revelry, the group felt a renewed determination to rescue Lita and put an end to the tribe's reign of terror.

As the villagers continued their macabre feast, Sin turned to his companions, his expression grim but resolute. It was clear that their mission had taken on an even greater urgency, and they would need to tread carefully as they ventured further into the heart of the village. The night had brought them face to face with the darkest aspects of humanity, and they were determined to bring justice to those who had committed such unspeakable acts.

The cold and callous conversations among the tribesmen sent a wave of anger surging through Sia. She found herself struggling to contain her impatience, the desire to confront these twisted individuals and put an end to their horrifying practices burning like a relentless fire within her. It was as if every word spoken by these revelers fueled the flames of her anger.

Yet, despite her boiling frustration, Sin's whispered counsel to wait and observe held her back. She cast a glance in his direction, her eyes filled with a mixture of irritation and confusion. Sin's calm demeanor and unwavering patience contrasted sharply with the revolting scene before them, leaving Sia struggling to understand his strategy.

Sin's attention was now focused on the tribesman who had led them here, the man who had been ensnared in the genjutsu. As the villagers noticed him, their curiosity was piqued, and one of the men inquired about his presence. The tribesman, now seemingly on duty as a guard, explained his role in guarding the area. However, his explanation was met with a twisted sense of humor among his comrades.

One of the tribesmen jestingly remarked that the guard couldn't contain his eagerness to partake in the consumption of human flesh during this particular feast. The callous joke elicited laughter from some of the villagers, their mirth echoing through the night like a macabre symphony.

Sia gritted her teeth, struggling to maintain her composure in the face of such grotesque humor. It was clear that these villagers were not only unrepentant about their cannibalistic practices but also took perverse pleasure in them. The revulsion and anger that simmered within her threatened to boil over.

Sin's measured response to the situation puzzled Sia further. It was as if he was biding his time, waiting for the opportune moment to act. She couldn't help but wonder what his plan entailed and how he intended to confront the tribe without prematurely exposing their presence.

As the villagers continued their unsettling revelry, Sia, Julia, and Fatty Jack remained on edge, their senses heightened and their determination unwavering. They had glimpsed the depths of the Mangeur D'os tribe's depravity, and it only strengthened their resolve to rescue Lita and put an end to the horrors that unfolded before their eyes.

In the midst of this nightmarish gathering, a quiet tension hung in the air, a foreboding sense that the moment of reckoning was drawing near. Sin's unwavering gaze remained fixed on the tribesman he had hypnotized, a pawn in a high-stakes game of deception and strategy.

For now, they waited, poised on the precipice of action, their hearts and minds steeled for the challenges that lay ahead. The night was far from over, and the group knew that they would need to tread carefully as they navigated the treacherous path that led deeper into the heart of the village, where the true horrors of the Mangeur D'os tribe awaited.

As the night wore on and the grotesque revelry continued, the arrival of a man with an air of authority signaled a momentary shift in the proceedings. He carried himself with the confidence and demeanor of someone who held a position of leadership within the tribe. To the group's dismay, this individual appeared to be the chief of the Mangeur D'os tribe, the very person responsible for overseeing these horrifying feasts of human flesh.

The chief, a man of robust stature and commanding presence, addressed the gathering with a tone that brooked no disobedience. He declared that there was no need for the guards to remain on duty that night; instead, everyone should indulge in the macabre meal before them. His words were met with a collective nod of agreement from the villagers, their enthusiasm for the feast evident in their expressions. He told them that, the count gave them the most beautiful human servant to feast so everyone should enjoy.