Inviting Trouble

A single sentence caused Xing Ye's soul to tremble, and he dared not move forward. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. Was there really something following him?

"What's wrong?" Seeing Xing Ye stop, Wang Can continued forward and only smiled after approaching Xing Ye, "My mistake, there's nothing."

Swish! Chen Meng, who was in the distance, stood up, gazing at Xing Ye with an unusually cold expression. As Xing Ye and Wang Can approached, Chen Meng swiftly threw something at Xing Ye's head.

With a cracking sound, blood splattered. Xing Ye, now covered in blood, was stunned, and even Wang Can was bewildered. "Chen Meng, what are you doing?"

"Black dog's blood, effective against evil spirits." Chen Meng laughed, "Now everything's fine."

"What does that mean? Is Lord Ye cursed?" Wang Can was puzzled.