An ominous feeling loomed over his heart, and the carefree expression Hu Zhili had after gaining Lifespan gradually turned solemn.
Something seems off...
Too coincidental, too smooth, not right! All of it is wrong!
"Sister, what are you saying? I'm in such pain! Please save me!" Hu Zhixun curled up on the ground, crying and wailing.
Hu Zhile laughed to herself and said, "Do you feel your Life Energy slipping away? Dantian drying up, Spirit Root withering, it hurts, feels uncomfortable, and exhausted?
Then that's right! What Hu Zhili just cast on you was the Blood Curse, he means to drain your Lifespan dry to use it as his supplement."
She held her right elbow with her left hand, then thoughtfully held her cheek with her right. Leisurely, she said, "Back then when he abandoned me and your ninth sister, taking you all toward living salvation, you were just a little fuzzball not yet transformed, nestled in father's arms and stirring trouble by saying—what was it?
