"Ah, that's terrifying?" Yang Chuxia listened with shock, a chill rising in her heart. People here were so cruel, throwing living people into the sea like that. It sounded fine to say that some of the purchased were corpses, but how exactly they became corpses was another story.
Thinking about this, anger rose in Yang Chuxia's heart. What kind of sacrifice was this Sea God Festival? It was all feudal superstition, and a means to make money and harm lives.
"So, little girl, let me tell you, it's better not to join that event if you can avoid it. Every year during the Sea God Festival, a few girls go missing."
"Uncle, if everyone knows that girls will be abducted during the Sea God Festival, why do people still go?" Yang Chuxia looked back at the street and saw quite a few girls in their teens, heading in what seemed to be the direction of the sacrificial ceremony.
"Ah," with a heavy sigh, the uncle replied, "Isn't it for a good marriage? Those good marriages are all lies."
