The metal chain was light to hold; even with the addition of the green gemstone pendant, it didn’t have much weight.
But the rich aroma that lingered had Jason swallowing his saliva continuously.
Even so, Jason did not forget to carefully wash it with clean water.
After confirming there was nothing else on it, he finally took off the green gemstone pendant and put the metal chain into his mouth.
The richness of the milk flavor burst out instantly!
It was a bit like milk flakes!
But it was many times richer than milk flakes.
Jason squinted his eyes contentedly in a moment.
[Swallowed a very small amount of composite food essence]
Jason confirmed this, yet he did not let his guard down; he was more than willing to be ten times more cautious when it came to the “Mystical Side.”
Because you never know how dangerous a door, seemingly ordinary and freely accessible to others, could be for you.
Beyond the door lay a dragon?
It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.
Jason, holding another long sword, gently pushed the door open with the tip.
A room as large as three basketball courts appeared before Jason.
In the center of the room was a structure over half a person tall, with a stone base and a large flower-like top that was connected in the middle by a stone column.
After probing the floor with the tip of his sword, Jason stepped into the room.
He approached the structure carefully.
Before he even got close, a strong smell of blood assaulted his senses.
Jason’s brow furrowed slightly.
In an instant, he guessed what it was.
Or to be precise, a container for sacrificial use.
As for what it contained?
Given the modus operandi of the “Excitement of Feast,” what could be inside?
Everyone could guess.
Jason moved closer to the container.
After a detailed inspection, nothing unusual was found.
The entire container was very clean, one might say it was spotless.
Yet, even so, the pungent smell of blood was relentless.
Especially upon close inspection, even Jason, with nearly twice the physical strength of an average person, felt faint, which gave some idea of how many people had been “sacrificed” here.
What kind of despair had the sacrificed faced before their death?
Jason found himself instinctively pondering this.
Low pleas and cries seemed to echo in his ears.
Death that refused to come.
Pain and blood, along with their uncontrollable lives, became the chips to please some mysterious entity.
The crisp sound of the chips falling would make that inexplicable being guffaw.
Jason could not laugh.
This was not funny at all.
“Guarding through the night, dwelling in darkness, with a heart of light…”
Jason softly recited the Night Watcher’s creed to himself.
At that moment, he suddenly had a deeper understanding of the “Night Watcher.”
He seemed to know why some chose to become “Night Watchers.”
Still quite superficial.
But for Jason at that moment,
Then, he turned around.
Jason was ready to leave.
He had no desire to stay here any longer.
But just as Jason turned around, he suddenly spotted a “clock” in a corner of the wall.
The clock was not large.
Only the size of a palm.
It was fixed on a wooden stand.
Jason was still guessing when—
The clock suddenly began to ring.
And just ten seconds later, familiar footsteps appeared.
The footsteps were hurried, carrying a hint of panic.