Summoning Bun Bun

Bun Bun was originally nestled in Bai Mingxu's arms. Observing Bai Mingxu's forehead gradually bead with sweat, she quickly wriggled out of his embrace, slid down his long legs, and reached the ground.

Her keen senses and extreme familiarity with the aura of the underworld told her that the summoning hadn't succeeded.

Bai Mingxu's brows furrowed.

Ordinarily, a spiritualist wouldn't need to use fresh blood to summon spirits. However, he resorted to using a drop of blood from his fingertip to ensure the summoning's success. But it seemed... there was no response.

Bai Mingxu found it puzzling and tried again.

Three seconds later, that familiar cold sensation peculiar to the underworld didn't appear.

Bai Mingxu's brows furrowed even more tightly.

He attempted a third time.

This time, he directly used his own heart's blood.