"Pfft—"
A mouthful of fresh blood spurted from the old Taoist's mouth like an arrow, splattering into a shocking blood flower on the snow-white wall.
A deafening crash suddenly erupted from the luxurious villa in the center of Yingnan City.
The elderly man clad in a dark green Taoist robe staggered backward, his scarlet eyes filled with horror.
His withered hand clutched tightly onto the edge of the offering table, yet both he and the table tumbled to the ground.
The sacrificial offerings on the table scattered across the floor, chicken blood mixed with sticky rice.
Even more terrifying, the fallen red candle had ignited the satin tablecloth, its flames greedily licking at the scattered talismans.
The disciples guarding outside the door broke in, only to be struck dumb with terror at the scene before them.
The entire secret room looked like it had weathered a blood rain, with mottled bloodstains splattered over the walls, floor, and even the ceiling.
