Drip!
Blood flowed from the forehead, dripping to the ground, one drop at a time.
As the flow of blood increased, it gathered and surged like a stream.
Venerate Xinnie touched his forehead, looked at the blinding blood in his hand, and his old eyes were filled with confusion.
"Why?"
He staggered backward, as his life force visibly drained away.
Jiang Fan's forehead was unscathed.
He slowly opened his eyes, stood up, and said calmly:
"It's the Luck Transfer Lock."
Venerate Xinnie looked down at his abdomen, raised his hand, and pulled out a blood-stained piece of ice.
Inside the ice, there was a heart-shaped lock sealed within.
His aged face was rapidly turning pale, and his lips trembled:
"When did you put it inside me?"
"I didn't notice at all."
Jiang Fan looked at him and said, "Using Space Technique, when I cast the Red Dust Illusion Sound on you."
Venerate Xinnie suddenly understood!
