Despite already knowing the answer, Song Zhuyu still asked once more to confirm so that everything was laid out clearly in the recording. "So are you saying that there's a mastermind behind all this," he narrowed his eyes sharply. "And it's not the so-called God you're worshiping on this island?"
"One?" Tan Jiahu scoffed, her voice dripping with contempt. "How could there be just one? All of them are. All of them are the masterminds! As long as someone threatens the peace of the village, as long as someone breaks the rule they've set, they will take action…" Just as her agitation reached its zenith, the emotions in her eyes suddenly cooled down like a hidden switch inside her was flipped, replaced by an eerie calm. She finished quietly, "All of them, including me."
What?
Song Zhuyu's movement froze. What did she—
