Su Ming'an was slightly startled.
Just then, he heard the sound of sleds scraping across the snow. Several adults dressed in tattered clothes hurried back from outside the town, gave him a few wary glances, and then quickly went to their children, taking them back home.
As if they feared any contact with their children, Su Ming'an noticed that those adults looked at Qingqing with the same kind of suspicion as they did him. It was an odd, rejecting look, as if they were staring at a "heretic."
"You just said that these children... are going to die today," he asked Qingqing.
"Yeah, probably before the polar night period starts." Qingqing pursed her lips, "Big brother, you came at an unlucky time. Today just happens to be the annual Offering Day in the town, not a good day at all."
Su Ming'an had a premonition—this piece of information that he hadn't received in his last loop, because he had stayed indoors the whole time, seemed to relate to the people's deaths at night.
