After Chuanqi came in, he lowered his eyes slightly, nodded to Liang Meng, called out "Hall Master", and walked towards Ziruo.
He didn't notice the unpredictable look in his head's eyes as he looked at him.
Staring at the legendary and slender figure, Liang Meng felt complicated for a moment.
How many secrets does this Yunmeng Hall hide?
She considered herself carefree and not a meticulous person. But even someone as careless as her noticed that the further she went, the more things seemed to be wrong.
An uneasy thought arose in her mind: Was she... too optimistic about this strange world?
She came here not because of bad luck, but because of some kind of destined conspiracy.
Liang Meng shuddered at the thought of the conspiracy.
She couldn't help but think of the conspiracy and offering sacrifices to the sky, the earth, the sea and all the terrifying gods and ghosts.
Giving away one's body, blood, heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys. Or dying in various tragic ways that her limited brain capacity could not even imagine.
Oh my god, she doesn’t want it!!
"Master, Master..."
Chuanqi's voice came from far away. When Liang Meng came to his senses, he was so scared by Chuanqi's gentle face that suddenly enlarged in front of him that he stood up from his chair.
"What...what happened?"
Liang Meng blinked hard and asked stutteringly.
"Master, the fingertip blood has been collected."
Chuanqi didn't expect Liang Meng to react so strongly. He took a few steps back and raised the white porcelain bottle in his hand to Liang Meng.
Liang Meng stared at the white porcelain bottle in a daze. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. He said "Oh" and turned to look at Ziruo.
He tried hard to keep his smile gentle and flawless, but his face turned a little paler than before.
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