No one is a fool, especially since everyone here is a high-level spirit master. The scene of the bloodstains being transferred just now has made everyone understand the killing pattern of this human-slapping ghost.
That is, contact with people will leave bloody handprints, and the only way for the person with the bloody handprints to survive is to contact other people, so that the bloody handprints will be transferred to other people.
During this process, the bloody handprint will turn into bloodstains and grow larger and larger.
Although no one knows what will happen when it grows bigger, based on everyone's experience, when blood covers a person's entire body, that person is probably doomed.
This is just like a game of passing a grenade. A grenade has its pin pulled and is passed from hand to hand, and then it's up to who's unlucky enough to have it explode in their hands.
The man with the knife felt the warm blood on his back, his eyes wide with rage, and he frantically chased after the crowd. Everyone scattered and fled, but Fang Xiu stood calmly in place.
The man with the knife rushed up to Fang Xiu and raised his hand to make contact, but when he met Fang Xiu's calm, still eyes, he hesitated, became afraid, and dared not make a move.
Finally, gritting his teeth, he bypassed Fang Xiu and went after the others.
There was no way around it; the fear Fang Xiu instilled in him was too deep.
Fortunately, the man with the knife was physically strong and managed to catch up with one of them.
This person was none other than Wen Jinglong!
Wen Jinglong was also unlucky. He had injured his leg during his fight with Fang Xiu, which made him unable to walk properly and run fast.
Snap!
He slapped Wen Jinglong hard, and the bloodstains were immediately transferred.
The man with the knife was overjoyed and, without hesitation, turned and ran.
Wen Jinglong was both shocked and furious. He didn't care about cursing anymore and chased after everyone he saw.
Unfortunately, he had difficulty walking and couldn't catch up with anyone.
At this point, bloodstains had spread across his entire upper body, even seeping through his clothes and reaching his neck.
Faced with a life-or-death crisis, he was like a wild beast trapped in a desperate situation, his fierce gaze fixed on Fang Xiu, the only one standing still.
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