Xiao Gao's lips slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something, but she closed her mouth and scanned the captive humans with a complicated and indescribable look. She seemed a little puzzled, "Even if they are different from normal people, but..."
"Of course they will be different." The fat man said, "They can reproduce quickly without much effort. It only takes three years to quickly complete the replacement of the population - because these are the sacred creatures bestowed by God to the Gold and Silver Village. They are livestock, not humans."
"On the second night after being adopted by the gods, our ancestors caught them in the river."
"And ate some of them." The fat man laughed, with a strange light in his eyes. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips slightly. His sticky and salivating expression made people feel quite uncomfortable. He seemed to be intoxicated, as if he had tasted the "delicious" food that his ancestors had tasted without the help of the story.
"Their bodies got better. The villagers whose skins were filled with pus and blood, and who looked as if they would be digested by their stomachs in the next second, gradually became healthy after being fed with broth. As for the remaining fish, of course, they had to be well protected and raised."
"After the ancestors ate the well-raised sacrifices, their damaged bodies began to heal gradually. Although there were some minor sequelae, they were all the punishment they deserved for offending the gods. After eating the sacrifices, they regained their healthy human form, lived long, happy, and peaceful seclusion in the Gold and Silver Village, and became the shepherds of the gods. The gods only charge very small rewards, and we need to offer sacrifices to them regularly - after all, although they do not need to take these external things, we still have to have some kind of ceremony to express respect. He is so generous to his followers. Even the most benevolent emperors written in history are nothing more than stupid and ugly oppressors compared to our gods."
"In our generation, although the villagers still have some 'defects' given as punishment for offending the gods, by comparison, as long as we regularly eat the sacrifices given by the gods, all harm will be eliminated and there will be no disasters. There are also some ignorant fools who always think they are different from others. They even question the existence of gods and think that they can live well even if they don't eat sacrifices..."
The fat man's eyes darkened slightly, and suddenly he looked a little gloomy.
He sneered, with a clear hint of sarcasm on his face. "It's a pity that I can't let you see such fools with your own eyes, because they would have died with festering bodies long ago. Or if they finally wake up and humbly ask for sacrifices, I will be kind enough to give some to these poor blind people, so that they don't die miserably. Fortunately, we don't see such fools in our village anymore."
"What's so good about the outside world? They are all blind zombies without faith. One day, when the end of the world comes, they will fall into hell. The only way for them to be saved is to return to the Gold and Silver Village." The fat man muttered, and his eyes always glanced at them inadvertently.
The corner of the suit's lips twitched slightly, as if he wanted to express some insightful opinions. However, considering that this was also part of collecting information, he reluctantly suppressed it for the sake of the mission.