Under the red moon, more than 100 of those rigid-looking aboriginals were eating their meals in the village; the wriggly green worms that were the size of a child's arm.
A squishy sound could be heard every time someone bit down on a worm, a blue fluid would ooze out, and the worm would also make a creaking noise.
Ren Baqian, the empress and the others felt their blood run cold when they witnessed this sight.
"They… What exactly is going on?" Qing Yuan and Hong Luan asked softly as their faces turned pale.
"You should actually ask if they are still living people." Ren Baqian touched his forehead. "Are there any legends about things like sorcery in the Sixty Thousand Mountains?"
"Not that I know of." The empress shook her head and got someone to bring Ya Sheng over.
When Ren Baqian asked the question again, Ya Sheng shook his head as well.
"Did they behave like this the last time you came?" Ren Baqian asked.
