"Several other families also had people crushed to death, but they were all very close to Little Huzi's family, and in their homes, there were children about the same age as Little Huzi. I guess they also played with that red ball."
"It seems that the red ball is very important,"
Zimo said, looking at Lin Caisang.
"No, we need to get that red ball back and put it back in the divine cave!" The man slapped the table and stood up.
"Wait."
Seeing his reaction, Lin Caisang hurriedly spoke up to stop him.
"Miss, you don't know how important the divine cave is to us. Every year, we throw so many sacrifices into the divine cave, isn't it just to ensure that it protects us with favorable winds and timely rain?"
The man spoke bitterly.
His resentment was naturally directed toward Little Huzi. Why did he have to take the red ball from the divine cave of all things!