At the sight of the wooden box, Zhong Hua sprang up, his face etched with shock.
"Where did you get this thing? Is it Zhao Shan's?"
"Mm."
Chu Yi grabbed the wooden box, "He infused his blood into it, and that's how he transformed into the abomination you saw."
"Sacrifice!" Zhong Hua slammed the table, "It's a blood sacrifice! Whatever is inside this has been around for at least three thousand years!"
"The head inside is a three-thousand-year-old ghost?"
Chu Yi was also surprised, realizing that what he held was actually an antique.
But inadvertently, he had leaked an important piece of information…
"You've seen what's inside?!" Zhong Hua asked with deadly seriousness.
No sooner had he spoken than two guards tensely drew their guns, disengaging the safeties.
Chu Yi, acting as if he hadn't noticed, nodded and said without changing his expression, "Mm, I saw it when I was fighting with that thing."
"What did it look like? Can you recall?"
