The dry tongue, once soaked with fresh blood, immediately became plump and ruddy, exuding a demonic aura.
The bronze human face retracted the tongue and smacked its lips twice, then shook its head.
"You do not have the Tomb Master's bloodline and cannot enter."
It said.
"Is there any other way?"
Liu Zheng asked.
"There's no rush in that; I actually found something interesting from your blood. Have you ever been under the Nightmare Suppression Technique?"
The bronze human face asked.
"That's right. A friend's granddaughter of mine fell under the Nightmare Suppression Technique. To save her, I transferred the technique to myself and suppressed it with my own luck."
He said.
"Tsk, suppressing the Nightmare with luck, who taught you that method?"
The bronze human face asked with disdain.
"An acquaintance as well. Why, is there a problem with this method?"
"No problem, it's just too foolish. If it were me, there would be at least nine better ways, nine."
