Chapter 662: Weird implanting fusion
Knowing that Sheyan’s decisiveness evidently stemmed from careful deliberation, Old Aram no longer beat around the bush. He directly called for his tribesmen and escorted Sheyan towards a large wooden hut, located at the periphery of the village.
Wind infiltrated in from all four sides of this hut, while a tree stump stood at the center. The trunk was stained with purplish-black blood, while numerous clusters of ocher-colored broken bones, rotten meat, fish scales, fish innards were spewed everywhere. An assailing pungent odor pervaded the air. Most likely, this was Port Qom’s slaughterhouse.
Following that, Old Aram fetched a bowl of crow-black herbal drink, prompting Sheyan to drink it up. The drink was so bitter, Sheyan grimaced with exposed teeth. Yet concurrently, he received a notification.
[ You are about to initiate a secret ritual of royal Ndipaya nobility – the Babu-Babusar ceremony ]