I could clearly feel this sensation from the lightning sword.

It's a kind of thirst for blood.

I gripped the lightning sword tightly; yes, the feeling was even stronger now.

"Brother Chen, what's wrong?"

Old Dao suddenly asked me.

I was a little surprised because Lao Dao was blind and couldn't see anything, and I wasn't very close to him.

"Brother Chen, I could tell you were very nervous just now. Did something happen?"

Old Dao continued to ask.

I was a little surprised by this answer. Is this Lao Dao's ability? I didn't expect this kid to have such a perception ability.

"The lightning sword wants to drain my blood, I can hear that voice in my head. This is the first time I've ever seen anything like this!"

I held the lightning sword in my hand and gently stroked it with my other hand. Only with this gentle touch did the lightning sword become much quieter.

"Because there's a strong amount of blood energy here! That's why your lightning sword reacted that way!"

At this moment, Zhang Yongnian spoke up to explain, and I turned my head to look at him.

"Blood essence? In here?"

I pointed to the house, a little unsure, because I hadn't felt this way when I first arrived.

"Yes, it's less like a bloodthirsty aura and more like a malevolent aura! It seems this place isn't as simple as I thought!"

Zhang Yongnian's tone became even more serious; clearly, even Zhang Yongnian himself hadn't expected this.

"Xiao Chen, things here depend on you guys. Think it over carefully!"

Before I could react, Zhang Yongnian was about to open the door and leave.

"Senior, where are you going?"

I quickly asked him if Zhang Yongnian had any urgent matters to attend to, and if I could see if Lao Dao could help.

"I'll cover for you! I'll handle the outer formation; you guys need to think about the inner formation!"

After finishing his sentence, Zhang Yongnian left the room without turning his head.

I'm still thinking about what Zhang Yongnian said. I feel that Zhang Yongnian was hinting at something just now.

Inner formation, outer formation?

There's also bloodlust and resentment; each of these words serves as a clue.

"I know why they called me here!"

My eyes lit up as I looked at my backpack.

The bronze mirror inside the backpack was constantly flashing its light.

I took out the bronze mirror and summoned the Seven Demon Kings.

In an instant, the small room was so full that it could no longer hold anything.

As soon as the golem appeared, I could clearly sense that my lightning sword was no longer trembling.

That thirst for blood is not as strong now.

"Brother Chen, the blood energy around us doesn't seem as concentrated anymore. How did you manage that!"

Old Dao was a little pleased, and also a little excited.

I told Lao Dao that I had summoned the seven demon statues.

"But, Brother Chen, those seven demon statues are so powerful. If you create them, won't the evil spirit inside stay inside and not come out?"

Old Dao thinks about problems differently from us; he actually considered this issue.

"At a time like this, there's no time to think about such things!"

I shook my head. The malevolent energy in the air is getting stronger and stronger. The most urgent task is to find a way to suppress it.

Whether the ghosts inside can get out or not is secondary.

If all else fails, we'll figure out a way to get it out.

Just then, the door moved slightly.

"Brother Chen, I'm scared!"

Old Dao was terrified again and moved closer to me.

I ignored Old Knife and started controlling the first golem.

I controlled the golem to raise its hand and bring it down heavily!

The next second, through my third eye, I saw something in front of the golem shatter.

My head is buzzing.

There really is something strange going on in this room.

I controlled it, once, twice.

At that spot, that thing kept breaking and twisting.

After three or four sword strikes, the monster cracked open, and through my third eye I saw a huge sculpture-like thing flowing with liquid right in front of the golem.

I moved closer, and there was clearly nothing there; in fact, the liquid passed right through my body.

"Old Dao, do you have any other containers with you?"

I quickly turned around and asked Lao Dao.

Old Dao paused for a moment, then quickly stepped forward and took a small medicine bottle out of his pocket.

This medicine bottle is the one he lent me before, used to seal the female ghost.

However, later on, the female ghost no longer needed to be bound, so I threw the bottle away.

I never expected that Old Knife would find this bottle.

Seeing the bottle, I didn't hesitate and picked it up, placing it on the liquid from before.

What shocked me even more happened.

The liquid just now actually went directly through the bottle and was poured into it.

What's even more absurd is that this thing is like a bottomless pit; no matter how much I try to fill it, I can't seem to get it full.

The blood was still flowing, and it took about half an hour for the container inside to be almost full.

It's clearly a small bottle, so why has it suddenly become so large? I can hardly believe it.

"Alright, it's finally over!"

After the last drop of blood was collected, there seemed to be nothing left. I went over and picked up the small bottle. Wow, it was very heavy!

If I weren't stronger than before, I probably wouldn't have been able to lift it with one hand.

"Old Dao, take a look at this!"

I handed the bottle to Lao Dao. At first, Lao Dao didn't think much of it, but after grabbing it, he stumbled and almost fell.

Luckily, I managed to catch him in the end, otherwise everything inside would have been ruined.

I gently opened the lid and let Lao Dao smell it.

The excess odor also entered my nose through the bottle opening; it was a very foul smell.

It's a bit like durian mixed with the smell of farts, and also has a hint of bubblegum.

The liquid inside the bottle was milky white and slightly viscous.

Although Lao Dao found the smell unpleasant, he walked over again and smelled it on his nose again.

"It smells bad, but I feel like it's a good thing!"

Old Dao held the bottle with both hands, looking very serious.

"This must be the malevolent energy you were talking about! No wonder I felt uncomfortable when I came in; the room was already surrounded by malevolent energy!"

I suddenly realized.

I stared at Lao Dao, actually not quite understanding why he said it was a good thing.

I was still a little scared when I held that thing just now.

"Brother Chen, have I ever hurt you?"

Old Dao suddenly asked me.

I was stunned for a moment; I didn't know why the old Taoist priest said that.

But he still shook his head.

Indeed, from the time I met Lao Dao until now, Lao Dao has never harmed me.

Even when I'm terrified, I always step to the front.

"Then trust me this once! Drink it!"