Yang Le, Su Ce, and Ye Chen happened to teleport to the spot where a wealth-gathering array had been set up. The array platform was about two meters across. A straw doll bearing someone’s birth date and time sat in the middle, with a vivid red smear of blood on its back. Eight grooves radiated out from the doll in eight directions. Their bottoms were all bloodred, and at the end of each groove stood a smaller straw doll. Each one had a set of birth details written on its front and a vivid red smear of blood on its back.
Behind the eight straw dolls was a circular groove that enclosed them all. Beneath it, eight more grooves extended down from the platform, each aligned with one of the dolls.
“Mr. Yang, what is this?” Su Ce asked curiously.
Yang Le gave a cold snort. “Something used to harm people!” He finished speaking, then tore up a stone slab beneath the platform with his bare hands. The body of a little girl covered in talismans appeared before them.
Su Ce and Ye Chen both jumped, staring at Yang Le in shock. Yang Le’s expression darkened. He pried up the other seven stone slabs as well, revealing the bodies of eight children, four boys and four girls, before the three of them.
“They claim to be a prestigious family of mystic practitioners, yet they commit such heinous acts. I’ll report them and make sure these scum get the punishment they deserve!” Ye Chen said angrily.
