With a wave of Yu Su's hand, a vine stretched out from her sleeve and grabbed Peng Chan's neck tightly. She only stopped when she saw his face turn green.
After Peng Chan was thrown down by the vines, he panted heavily. "What do you want to know? I'll tell you everything. Don't kill me. I can't die."
"Where's Sacred Blood?" Yu Su placed the saber on his neck and asked coldly.
Peng Chan hesitated for a moment before saying, "I don't know either."
"Huh?" Yu Su pointed the tip of her saber inwards, and a bloody mark immediately appeared on Peng Chan's neck.
Peng Chan hurriedly said, "Don't kill me. If you do, you'll definitely regret it. I still have what you need. Really!" What should he do? How should he escape? He hoped that what Holy Blood said was true. Otherwise, he would not let Holy Blood go even if he became a ghost.
