"This boy!" The young man hurriedly chased after him and followed the passage to the underground altar.

The altar was filled with rotten stench. Ji Le stood in front of the altar and observed the blue-purple offerings hanging around the altar, and his face gradually changed.

"Um..." Ji Le's face was pale, he covered his mouth and almost vomited it out.

After enduring for a long time, Ji Le tried hard to restrain himself. Although he was shaky at the edge of the altar, he never lost his composure.

"I told you not to come down!" Huo Qubing quickly took him out.

Back in front of the shrine, Ji Le's face was still not good, and he whispered to the young man: "Diet baby?" His tone was confused and uncertain, and he hoped that Huo Qubing could personally reject his guess.

Huo Qubing also looked complicated and nodded: "That's right."

In the altar under the landlord's shrine, the tributes hanging on them were all shriveled babies' corpses!

"Yang... No wonder Yang's children are not rich. It turns out that their children are all used as tribute?"

Ji Le's face turned pale and he grabbed the young man's arm tightly: "Let's go, let's go down!"

"Going?"
Chapter completed!