"After school, Qiao Qianqian dragged me to her place for dinner, and I just left her house. While waiting for the driver to pick me up downstairs, I somehow ended up here."
"Let me see your hand."
To craft this talisman, one must use blood from the fingertip along with the person's birthdate and hour, as well as hair or nail clippings.
Qiao Xuanxuan extended her right hand—nothing on her right hand.
"Try the other hand."
Ye Xiao said.
Qiao Xuanxuan then stretched out her left hand, and indeed, there was a tiny red needle mark on the index finger of her left hand.
"Why is there a needle mark on my hand? I haven't had any injections lately."
Qiao Xuanxuan stared at the extremely fine needle mark, which would be really difficult to notice without looking closely.
"Did someone at Qiao Qianqian's house take your blood and hair? Does Qiao Qianxian know your birthdate and hour?"
Ye Xiao's expression became even more solemn.
