The Mastermind

The disciple was frightened by Master Yang and ran back to his room.

Master Yang wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and carefully answered Jiu Yuan's question, "My lord, I don't know Han Shi. However, the blood you mentioned was actually given to me by an old friend of mine. As for how he got it, I-I didn't have time to ask at that time. If you want to know, I'll call and ask."

Master Yang asked tentatively.

Jiu Yuan nodded. "Then ask. It's best if you can find out who gave you the blood, what his motive is, and who the blood belongs to. You have to ask in detail."

"Yes, yes, my lord!"

Master Yang wiped his cold sweat again and walked to the landline. He took out a small phone book from his pocket with trembling hands and found the number of an old friend.

"Hello, Old Yang?" An voice came from the other end.

Master Yang asked solemnly, "Old Zhang, tell me honestly, the blood you gave me last time. Who did it belong to?"