"You're not lying to me?" Su Li tilted her head slightly, her face full of suspicion, but she still didn't let go of the hand she was holding.

"That's just how it is, believe it or not." Thousand Buddhas tilted his head back, a helpless expression on his face.

"Fine, then I'll ask you, what's your relationship with Qianfo?" Su Li gritted her teeth and glared at Qianfo.

"Do you really think our relationship is just that of boss and employee?" Qianfo shook his head with a wry smile, a strange glint in his eyes. He suddenly raised a hand, lifted his high fur collar, revealing one side of his neck. "Take a look at this."

On the neck, so close to the skin, was a horrifying wound, twisting the muscles, an unhealed wound that seemed ready to bleed at any moment.

Startled, Su Li let go of Qianfo, who lost his support and plopped back down on the sofa. "What, what are you doing?"

“Do you know that I have been nourishing her with my own blood to save her?” Qianfo loosened his grip, his collar covering the wound again. His lips trembled as he leaned forward. “The wound heals and reopens, reopens and heals again. In reality, it has never truly healed.”

“You,” Su Li shook her head repeatedly, backing away, “this is too terrible. How can there be such a cruel method in the world?”

“There’s no other way. She’s my girlfriend. Since there’s a way, I can’t abandon her. Because of her love of beauty, she was misled by evil spirits and sold her soul to someone else. So I can only use blood to nourish blood and help her prolong her life, waiting for an opportunity to save her from this predicament.”

As Qianfo finished speaking, he leaned back lazily in the sofa chair, his face full of frustration and pain.

"What you're saying not only sends chills down my spine, but also confuses me. How could an evil spirit harm her?"

"Sigh, it's a long story." Qianfo wiped his thick nose and looked up at the ceiling. "I don't know the specifics, but I know that one day, she suddenly collapsed at home. She was convulsing, foaming at the mouth, and her eyes were rolling upwards without any light. When I approached her, she suddenly jumped up and bit my neck."

The pain sent me into shock, but when I woke up, I saw her breathing evenly and sleeping soundly. I tended to my wounds and vaguely understood that my blood could cure her strange illness. Thankfully, she didn't need much blood each time, so I kept mixing my blood with other nutrients, sealing it in a beverage can, and feeding her with it. I lied to her, calling it the latest version of a sports drink.

"You, you, you mean that's your blood?" Recalling the strange-sounding drink and the skull on the can, Su Li stuck out her tongue in surprise and shook her head.

"Don't worry, what I gave you that day wasn't my blood. Actually, you didn't drink it. It was just a little bit of gas in disguise. I went to great lengths to make sure she didn't notice."

"No wonder," Su Li breathed a sigh of relief, recalling that although she smelled blood that day, she ultimately did not drink it.

"You won't blame me now, will you?" Qianfo looked at Suli, his sharp gaze softening, and he even seemed a little aggrieved.

"Then, who did this to her? Is there any way to save my sister?"

"Yes, the one who tied the knot must untie it. The person who harmed her can save her. To be precise, it's not a person, but a demon who is well disguised, but actually vicious and cruel, and specializes in absorbing the essence of young girls. She controls certain people. As long as we find this demon, boil his evil soul into a paste, and have your sister drink it with water every day, everything will be solved."