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"He didn't carry it actively, it was implanted into his body long in advance."

The man turned pale with fear.

"I...I don't know...I really don't know..."

Shen Bingxin said: "Don't move."

She quickly dropped the needle to control the spread of blood poison.

But the drop of blood has already fallen to the ground.

After the black lines on the floor tiles lit up, a thin line quickly spread towards the ring.

Song Qingshan took a step forward, and Zhiyang Zhenqi fell, forcibly burning the black thread.

But before the black line broke, there was still a wisp of air drilling into the ground.

The center of the well echoed for the second time.

This time, it was clearer than before.

A few warriors in the venue began to become restless.

"What's going on?"

"What's the sound underground?"

"Isn't it an ordinary tea party?"

Jiang Huaiyuan immediately stepped in to suppress the situation.

"Someone has an old illness. Please stay where you are and don't move around!"

The Huo family warriors also quickly took up their positions.

Lu Chen glanced coldly at the Jinshimen area.

"All disciples must not leave their positions."

Yet restlessness has set in.

This is exactly what Mr. Black wants.

Not a big mess.

But the first hint of uneasiness.

The first drop of blood, the first question, the first fear.

The lock of sentient beings is not accomplished in one burst.

It relies on people's hearts to loosen little by little.

Song Qingshan looked at Shen Bingxin.

Shen Bingxin had already taken out a small silver box and forced the blood poison out of the service staff's body.

The blood Gu was as thin as a hair, all black and red, and was still twisting wildly after falling into the silver box.

"It can be saved."

Shen Bingxin said.

Song Qingshan nodded, but looked around the venue.

Since there is a first blood point, there may be a second one.

Jiang Mingzhu also understood.

Her face turned pale, but she didn't move.

Heihu lowered his voice: "Miss Jiang, do you want to retreat?"

Jiang Mingzhu shook his head.

"Can't retreat."

If she retreats, the soul gate's replacement will be vacant.

And Mr. Black might be waiting for her to make a move.

She is no longer the eldest daughter of the Jiang family.

She is the dark lamp hiding the true soul jade.

Dark lights cannot be left hanging around.

Jinshimen area.

Jin Wulie sat on the chair, his expression getting increasingly ugly.

After the first drop of blood fell to the ground, the insect marks on his right arm suddenly became hot.

Although the counter-blocking is still there, the pull from underground is beginning to increase.

He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from appearing strange.

Lu Chen walked to him and whispered, "Do you feel it?"

Cold sweat rolled down Jin Wulie's forehead.

"It's calling me."

"What did you say?"

Jin Wulie's throat tightened.

"Knock."

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