"Everyone who knows you is dead." The young girl said, "I... I sneaked out to pay my respects to Chi Wu... He used to say this is how Zhou..."
The young girl spoke softly, but Ji Man couldn't hear clearly anymore.
He followed her gaze, and in front of the three slender wooden branches was a rough altar. Ji Man recognized this ritual; it was a human sacrifice, and upon it lay three wind-dried heads. They were indistinguishable in appearance, yet Ji Man recognized the one in the center.
A familiar, youthful head.
A surge of blood rushed into his skull, and he felt silence and dizziness.
