"The aura of killing, it's the aura of killing!" As soon as they left the Eastern Thunder Sect, the Ghost Child shrieked in excitement, as if he had found a nice toy. His voice was so harsh that it irritated Zhou Bao's nerves. "Boy, they have a plot... there's definitely a plot, a huge plot!"
"What the hell are you talking about? My spiritual mind is not weak. Why didn't I sense their murderous intent?"
"It's because you're a fool, idiot!" The Ghost Child's shadow suddenly jumped out and stood above his head. "That murderous intent is unrevealed and is still fermenting, so you cannot feel it. It would be strange if you could do that. Haha, I finally remember what it is. It's the aura of a blood sacrifice, the aura of a blood sacrifice!"
"Blood sacrifice?!" Upon hearing these two words, Zhou Bao felt a chill of fear suddenly rise from his heart.
"What is that?"
