Chapter 317: Trekking Through the Wild Grass Plains_2

Blood outlined and smeared, seemingly forming some pattern.

The blood continued to flow, as if the person who had been tracing the pattern had just been there a moment ago.

"Han Xiang, what do you think this is?" Zhuang Jing half-squatted at the edge of the pattern, carefully bringing the lantern closer for inspection.

Yan Hanxiang also half-squatted down, gently sniffing.

"Human blood," she said.

Zhuang Jing stared at the pattern, then suddenly reached out, her fingertips pressing into the blood, and she continued tracing.

The fire in the lantern flickered, as if a wind that the human body couldn't perceive was blowing, or as if someone squatting beside the lantern was breathing on it.

The blood was sometimes bright, sometimes pitch black and foul-smelling; under the bone-white moonlight, its color shifted between black and red.

As the pattern grew more complex, with groups of four and then a young woman, each felt a chill down their spine.