I poured some cinnabar from the bottle into the palm of my left hand, then, while putting the bottle back into the messenger bag, I stretched my hand to my mouth and bit down hard. Blood started flowing down my fingers, for there was no water available, so I had to use my blood as a substitute.
With a sigh, I felt a bit helpless. Here I was, a bona fide disciple of the Maoshan Sect, almost turning into a practitioner of the Blood Curse. In the tomb for such a short while, yet I had already bled twice.
I dribbled my blood into my left palm and stirred it a bit, then lifted my sword finger and dipped it in the cinnabar. I then went behind Niu Dan. Since he was now half-human, half-corpse, the Corpse Suppressing Talisman would certainly be effective on him.
