The Xia Clan Was Haunted

The blood rope was still there, slowly flowing like water.

A strong smell of blood spread in the air. Xia Songquan saw a large blood stain on his shirt's hem, where he had just tripped.

"The blood on the ground is gone!"

At this time, someone else in the crowd shouted.

The crowd's eyes were fixed on the ground. The ground underneath the two men was full of blood, but now it was clean as if there had never been blood.

But the man's crotch was still bloody, very shocking.

So it was not their illusion. It was what happened.

People could not do this, so the only possibility was that the Xia clan was haunted.

At this moment, the thoughts of these people present were rarely the same, unanimously scared.

Xia Songquan was standing in place and did not dare to move, and his aura of superiority was gone, leaving only fear.

He could not stop trembling slightly. "Can... Can I know who you are? Can you come... come out?"