Chapter 35: The Illness
“How many times has this happened?” The blue-robed man beside Hu Fu couldn’t help but ask urgently.
Shao Laoye’s expression grew heavier with worry. “Every single day.”
“What!” Everyone was shocked. “He leaves his body every night?”
“Yes!” Shao Laoye nodded. “Every night at midnight, my son mysteriously leaves his room. I have even sent servants to keep watch, but no matter how closely they guard, he always manages to leave. It’s as if he simply vanishes from the room, only to reappear in his bed the next morning. And on him…” Shao Laoye’s face suddenly shifted, flashing with horror. “He always carries strange… bloodstains!”
“Blood?” The cultivators’ expressions grew grim, their thoughts darkening. Disappearing at night and returning with blood—could it be…
Clang!
The tense atmosphere was shattered by a crisp sound from beneath the table. Yun Jiao’s bamboo tube had somehow tipped over, knocking into a nearby bowl of soup. The bowl fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
The already nervous group jumped in fright. Silence filled the room, broken only by the rolling sound of the green bamboo tube spinning across the tabletop. All eyes turned sharply toward Yun Jiao.
She froze, only to hear a familiar deep voice transmitting in her ear: