"..."
After reading this information.
Thinking of what Feng Xiangdong said earlier and connecting it with what Fang Che said before, everyone was suddenly shocked.
"Blood Slaughter Demon Technique?"
Yu Zhongge lowered his voice.
"Don't worry, every time we talk, we have a soundproof barrier."
Fang Che said.
"Yes, but this... it's too... too unbelievable, isn't it?" Yu Zhongge still couldn't quite believe the conclusion he had reached.
Fang Che said indifferently: "If from the age of one, one starts cultivating this Blood Slaughter Demon Technique; needing to devour the heart vein blood of ordinary children... say three a day, how many would it be by now?"
"Three a day... one in the morning, one at noon, one in the evening, twelve hundred a year; ten years, twelve thousand..."
Yu Zhongge's face turned pale, and he felt a bit nauseous.
"How old is Lin Ao this year?"
"Eleven years and nine months."
"Three a day, how many has it been?"
"Twelve thousand nine hundred..."
