Wedding Eve

So now, he looked like a mummy, with every drop of blood drained from his body.

The first person Su Yingxue thought of as capable of such an act was Wu Dao!

"I've never heard of Wu Dao having a penchant for blood consumption! Could this be a disguised punishment from the Silver Moon Pavilion?"

Saint Ruan was curious. He crouched down to take a closer look. "Indeed, all the blood has been drained. That was suspicious!"

There were many ways to kill people. There were all kinds of cruel and torturous methods.

But this blood-draining method was unheard of for him.

"If it's not blood consumption, then it's a disease!"

Su Yingxue asserted firmly. "Wu Dao must have a severe blood-related illness!"

"How do you know?"

Despite being bound to the Silver Moon Pavilion for so many years, Saint Ruan hadn't noticed this.

"The way Su Jinxuan and Su Yurou died is the same. Both were drained of blood. They were just tools for Wu Dao!"