"The Mother Goddess has felt your devotion and has just issued an oracle. Tomorrow, you may take a day off."
"Remember, this is not for rest but for the proper conduct of the ritual!"
The priests looked at Zhang Ze without refuting, nodding mechanically, and then turned to leave according to protocol.
Their movements were more sluggish and numb than before; the human essence vanished as they began to resemble true clay statues, much like those slaves.
At this point, the priests and slaves were already mingled together, leaving through the exit of the stomach one by one. Zhang Ze counted their heads, calculating the number of sacrifices already digested, but found one person missing.
It was the man who had been watching him since his first day here.
He previously had Profound Identification watch him, but found nothing unusual except the man marking his leg, and with new discoveries taking precedence, he had put this matter aside.
Now thinking back, that man might be the key.
