The bedroom of the young monk, ZhiFei, was simply like a dog's kennel, cluttered and sloppy.
However, what XiaoMu cared about was not this. As soon as he entered ZhiFei's bedroom, he smelled a stronger scent of blood.
This scent of blood undoubtedly emanated from the Blood Demon.
Oh!
Subsequently, XiaoMu couldn't help but look down at the floor.
Traces of corrosion!
Surprisingly, several small, pitch-black pits had appeared on the stones set into the floor.
Based on XiaoMu's experience, he could tell at a glance that these pits were corroded by drops of Blood Demon's ghost blood.
Was the Blood Demon wounded?
What was going on?
XiaoMu was somewhat surprised, with such a scene involuntarily appearing before his eyes.
