Su Nanzhi had spent this night at Jiang Beiyu's place, had called An Yunhuai before going to bed, and had also called Lin Wencheng to explain her leave situation. Finally, she kissed the Taxus bracelet on her wrist before lying down to sleep.
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Deep into the night, it always was a great opportunity for numerous dark entities to proliferate.
In the large mansion, under the dim chandelier, someone stared motionlessly at a pot of dog's blood, three sticks of incense, and complicated runes drawn with red ink on the Baxiantai in front of him, his eyes already red with blood vessels.
He was holding a handful of dog's blood in his hand, completely indifferent to the strong stench of blood, continuously mumbling something as he focused solely on the scene about to unfold.
Finally, the lights flickered once in the mansion, and the man's pupils suddenly dilated, then his body stiffened and soon collapsed softly, yet his face suddenly turned serene.
