The old Daoist was still shocked by the power of song qingxiao's sword, but the next moment, he heard the low cry of the person beside him. His heart trembled and he hurriedly turned around to look outside.
The small boat in the distance had disappeared, and the lights were off.
However, with the hazy Halo on the river, he could still clearly see that the water flowing down from the bottom of the boat was glowing red, as if it had been dyed by the red dress of the female ghost that had appeared earlier.
"Could it be some kind of Yin Qi?"
Song Changqing also asked as he looked at the boat.
The old Daoist's expression was grave.
"No, it's like blood Qi."
The color of the river water that was dyed red was not mixed well, as if it was caused by blood mixing in from time to time.
"Do you guys smell blood?"
The old Daoist's gaze fell on the corpse beside song qingxiao, and his face showed a bit of worry.
