"Boom—"
After Yan Moshan collected a bottle full of blood, he bounced out from the deep well.
At that moment, Li Luo also came in. When she saw the green bottle in Yan Moshan's hand, she curiously asked,
"Is that all the blood you got? Isn't that too little?"
"Haha, this isn't a small amount at all, this bottle is very special; it can hold a lot of blood. You probably don't know, but there's the blood of at least seven or eight people in here. Should be enough, right?"
Yan Moshan chuckled as he lifted the green bottle and asked Li Luo, the smile on his face suddenly making her feel somewhat creeped out.
"What did you say? This bottle contains the blood of seven or eight people? For real? Is there such a bottle?" Li Luo asked, curious.
"Of course, it's true. Don't believe me? Look!"
Yan Moshan said and tilted the mouth of the green bottle, letting the blood inside pour out.
"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle—"