I have the face of a great demon.

Liu Xingchen, Ye Sisi, and Tie Zhu were stunned upon hearing this. The three looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Ye Sisi was the first to react. She quickly walked to the woman's side, her voice tinged with urgency: "Sister-in-law, what did you say? The demonic path wants your lives?"

The woman nodded, tears welling in her eyes, her voice choked with emotion, "Yes, every time they came, they would take away the able-bodied men from the village. Those who were taken away never came back."

Liu Xingchen's face turned ashen, his fists clenched tightly, and his eyes flashed with rage. He gritted his teeth and said, "These demonic cultivators are truly utterly depraved!"

Tie Zhu was also furious, his face turning red. He slammed his fist on the table with a loud "bang," which made the bowls and chopsticks on the table jump.

He roared, "These bastards of the demonic path are so cruel! We must not let them get away with this!"

Ye Sisi clenched her fists tightly, too angry to speak.

Seeing the angry expressions on Liu Xingchen and the other two's faces, a glimmer of hope flashed in the woman's eyes.

She realized that these three people were completely different from the cold-blooded "gods" she had encountered before; they seemed to have genuine compassion and were even willing to lend a helping hand.

She suddenly felt that perhaps these three people really were their saviors.

She hesitated for a moment, then slowly knelt down, her voice choked with sobs: "Gods, please, save my child."

Liu Xingchen was shocked to see the woman kneeling down and quickly stepped forward to help her up: "Sister-in-law, get up quickly, don't do this! Tell us what happened first, and we will definitely help if we can."

The woman remained kneeling, tears streaming down her face, her voice filled with despair: "Please, save us! Our village is the territory of the Blood Demon God, and every year we have to sacrifice a boy and a girl to the demon god. This year it's my child's turn. Please save him!"

The woman knelt on the ground, her voice trembling slightly. She whispered, "The gods said that as long as a boy and a girl were sacrificed, the village would be safe. But after they took the children away, the village got worse and worse, and there is no peace at all."

Upon hearing this, Liu Xingchen and the other two's expressions changed drastically, and anger and shock surged into their hearts.

Liu Xingchen clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles cracking, and his eyes flashed with a cold light, as if he wanted to tear those demonic cultivators to pieces.

"Sacrificing young boys and girls? What a cruel method!" Ye Sisi's voice trembled slightly, tears welled up in her eyes, and she choked out, "Those demonic people are so utterly depraved!"

Tie Zhu was furious, his face flushed red. He slammed his fist into the ground with a loud thud that shook the entire room. He roared, "These bastards of the demonic path are inhuman! How dare they harm innocent children! I absolutely cannot let them get away with this!"

Liu Xingchen took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

He walked up to the woman, squatted down, gently took her hand, and said with a firm tone, "Sister-in-law, don't worry, leave this to us. We will definitely be able to save you."

The woman looked up, a glimmer of hope in her eyes, and choked out, "Really? You can really save my child?"

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, a long-lost smile appeared on the woman's face. She wiped away her tears, turned around, and softly called into the inner room, "Abao, come out and kowtow to these kind people."

A moment later, a soft footstep came from the inner room, and a little boy slowly walked out.

He looked no more than seven or eight years old, wearing a tattered dress, with a timid expression on his face.

He walked up to the three people, raised his head, looked at them with his clear, big eyes, and then obediently knelt down, kowtowing several times. His childish voice carried a hint of nervousness: "Thank you, three immortals, for saving me."

When Liu Xingchen and the other two saw the little boy, their hearts softened.

Ye Sisi squatted down, gently patted the little boy's head, and said softly, "Abao, don't be afraid. We are not gods, but just passing cultivators. We will do our best to help you."

After comforting the woman and child, the three began to discuss their next plan.

Liu Xingchen frowned and said in a deep voice, "The demonic cultivators don't care about the lives of ordinary people. The people here are just livestock raised by the demonic cultivators. We not only need to save the children, but also eliminate the hidden danger in the village. We must kill that demonic cultivator."

Tie Zhu asked, "But how do we know where this demonic cultivator lives?"

Liu Xingchen thought for a moment and said, "We can let Abao continue to the ancestral hall, while we lie in ambush around it and wait for an opportunity to strike. When the demonic cultivator appears, we will destroy him."

Ye Sisi's eyes lit up, and she nodded, saying, "That's a good idea. We'll observe from the shadows and protect the two children. If we notice anything amiss, we'll act immediately."

Tie Zhu nodded and said, "Okay, we'll listen to Brother Xingchen."

Liu Xingchen told the woman not to make a fuss about it and to proceed according to the original plan.

The three men left the woman's house, pretending to leave the village, and then secretly sneaked back to wait for the sacrificial ceremony to begin.

As night fell, the entire village was shrouded in a thin layer of mist, making it exceptionally quiet.

However, this silence did not last long. Soon, the sound of gongs and drums broke the tranquility of the night.

The villagers emerged from their homes, their faces bearing a mixture of helplessness and solemnity, as if they were undergoing an irresistible ritual.

The woman's little boy, Abao, was taken out and dressed up nicely along with another little girl.

They wore red clothes and had light makeup on their faces, making them look exceptionally delicate.

Despite their young age, their faces showed a hint of fear and confusion.

The villagers gently lifted them up and placed them on two small sedan chairs, which were then slowly lifted up.

The villagers lined up in two rows, crowding around the sedan chair, and walked towards the ancestral hall in the village.

Their steps were heavy and slow, as if each step carried endless sorrow.

The lights in the ancestral hall flickered in the night, appearing particularly mysterious and eerie. The villagers carried the sedan chair to the entrance of the ancestral hall, and then the sound of gongs and drums abruptly stopped, plunging the entire scene into deathly silence.

Liu Xingchen, Ye Sisi, and Tie Zhu remained hidden in the shadows, quietly observing everything.

They hid in a corner of the ancestral hall, their eyes fixed on the movements at the entrance.

Everything is ready; we're just waiting for the demonic cultivators to arrive.