HUMMM!
Li Ruolan's mind went blank.
The suonas of the festival, the villagers' chanting, the howling night wind—all sound was snatched away in an instant.
The world distorted before her eyes.
She saw it. The thing wrapped in layer upon layer of blood-soaked cloth was changing shape.
It looked like her child!
It was her child who had disappeared!
'Was my child made into the village's Magical Artifact?!'
'No, it's impossible. My child isn't dead! She's definitely still alive!'
The vision around her shifted again.
Fire.
A raging, blazing fire.
An old woman was tied to a wooden stake covered in talismans, her body also covered in twisted inscriptions.
Flames licked at her skin, letting out the sizzling, acrid stench of burning flesh.
"Burn her! Burn the sinner!"
"She let the immortal child meant for the Buddha Mother escape!"
"A curse on you! Your daughter, and your entire bloodline, will pay for your sins!"
