When all of the sconces were ignited, the flame came to life from the wall and completely lit up the entire underground shrine. The gas emitted from the burning lipid weaved around Deva's idols, reminding Lin Sanjiu of the tainted breath of Deva.
"Human fat," a duoluozhong bent down and whispered to them when it walked past them, "Those torches are soaked with human fat."
Then, it left. Without any reason. It seemed that it just wanted to tell them the details.
Lying on the floor, Lin Sanjiu couldn't emit any syllables. She fixed her eyes on the leaving duoluozhong with a searing stare that would burn the latter with her gaze alone. More and more duoluozhong came in from the entrance, filling the shrine like a swarm of locust descending on an unfortunate farm.
However, even with the mass of the duoluozhong, it's still couldn't compare with the number of idols in the room.
