The most important thing now was to lessen the pain for them.
Master Tang pondered for a moment and said, "Drop your blood on the turtle shell. I'll perform a spell for you to dissolve the curse."
"Dripping blood?" Meng Bo frowned, his heart filled with resistance.
As the young master of the Meng family, he had come into contact with a lot of knowledge in this area since he was young. He knew that he could not casually hand over the blood to others. That would be very troublesome.
Master Tang nodded. "Your situation is very serious. If you don't drip blood, you won't be able to track the person who cast the curse."
Hu Rui was also a little hesitant. "What about other methods?"
If it was possible, he did not want to drip blood.
