Elder Ghost carried the immobilized Zhu Ju deep into the cave and threw him onto a stone platform.
Zhu Ju's eyes darted around, and his expression changed slightly at the sight before him.
The Blood-Stealing Curse!
He saw that the surface beneath him was covered in dense, bizarre patterns, with a dark red liquid flowing within them.
Blood!
No wonder the reek of blood was so pungent.
The scene before him was so familiar—it was the very same Blood-Stealing Curse array from the Red Blood Sect's hideout that night.
'Are they going to use me to replace Ye Liuyun, stealing my Cultivation and Talent to fix Dugu Ming's flaws and heal his fatal wounds at the same time?'
'Is the Blood-Stealing Curse real?'
Zhu Ju's thoughts raced:
'It's most likely real. It might even be able to save Dugu Ming, otherwise Elder Ghost wouldn't be so desperate.'
'Heh...'
