The three sticks of soul-fixing incense in the bronze incense burner exploded at the same time, and when sparks splashed on the back of Qin Ye's hand, he was using a dagger to pick up the candied fruit on the confession and put it into his mouth. "Tsk, even my ancestors thought I was dirty..." He licked the frosting off his fingertips and glanced at the thirteen kneeling statues on the altar - asphalt-like mucus was oozing from the cracks in the knees that were sunk deep into the ground.
