A short while later, Master Yang's eyes softened, and he spoke softly, "Sometimes human blood, but most of the time… it's… pig blood, duck blood, and cow blood..."
"So you're saying that the Heavenly Spider needs a small amount of the Breeder's blood?" My mind was a chaotic mess, the fact that such sinister practices occurred in a village, or even several villages, without question.
No one seemed to question it.
Master Yang's face grew solemn, and he nodded, "Twice a month."
Suddenly, he vomited with a "wa" sound.
What he threw up was all his breakfast, none of it digested.
Other people's vomit usually smells of stomach acid, but Master Yang's was oddly clean.
"Could it be… he's lost the ability to digest." The thought made my pupils dilate.
If I could take pulses like Yu Longting, I wouldn't be left guessing; all I knew was that there was something seriously wrong with Master Yang vomiting this way.
But I didn't know the reason, let alone have the means to treat it!
