Zhao Jingqiao, Cai Jianming, Qian Kai.
Three Cultivators of the Inspiration Realm had just invaded Li Yi's home, but the bizarre phenomena that unfolded before their eyes left them frozen in place, unable to comprehend. The front door that had clearly just been opened had now vanished without a trace, and not only that, blood was seeping from the fist marks, palm prints, and footprints on the ceiling.
Moreover, the blood seeped quickly, staining the ceiling red. In less than ten seconds, the original ceiling was already covered with blood that penetrated deeply.
"Drip! Drip!"
The blood was thick and began to drop continuously, with some even splattering on Zhao Jingqiao and the others.
They touched it with their hands and then brought it close to their noses to smell.
The stench was pungent.
This strange change gradually turned the unease in their hearts into an inexplicable sense of fear.