Zhang Chen turned over and sat up in bed at this moment, his eyes flickering with unease, gazing at the sky tinged with red, a hint of suspicion and uncertainty flashing in his gaze:
"Something's not right! It's really not right! Why did I dream about these things? Could it be that my excavation of the tomb has entangled me with its strange occurrences?"
If it was just one dream, that would be fine, but two dreams in a row?
Zhang Chen stroked his chin in deep thought, speculating for a moment: "Actually, there's another possibility. I consumed that drop of blood before, and then my body underwent a mutation. Could it be that these dreams are related to that drop of blood?"
Thousands of thoughts turned in Zhang Chen's mind before he subconsciously tapped his knee, considering the transformation of his body. The only explanation could be the changes brought about by that drop of blood.
