Cough cough cough… Although he really didn't have much money and didn't come from a distinguished family like Ji Shubai, with endless pocket money for them to squander, their faith was their priceless treasure, one that nobody could destroy.
As soon as the words were spoken, people exchanged glances, and the next second, each man kicked the group of people down into the chaotic graveyard.
At that moment, flesh flew everywhere. Jing Chen, holding Mu Lin back, retreated a few steps to avoid being splattered.
The ground was covered in rotting corpses; such a heavy fall would inevitably turn them into a pile of mush.
Immediately, the few people below started struggling, but unfortunately, the ground was too slippery, and some even sank right in.
"How can a sacrificial ritual lack fresh blood?" At this moment, how could they do without such a beautiful color? Without it, what a pity!