'This voice?'
Su Xuan's brow furrowed, his gaze heavy as he stared at the Blood Spirit Bone Knife in his hand, which was flashing with a faint red light. The blade seemed to be guided by something, trembling violently.
'Wait!'
A jolt went through Su Xuan as he realized the voice wasn't coming from the Blood Spirit Bone Knife, but from...
He quickly took a portrait out of his backpack—the one he had found in Count Flas' Castle. The golden-haired woman in the painting was flashing a strange, unnerving smile. Her crimson eyes were fixed on Su Xuan's neck, two sharp fangs exposed as if she couldn't wait to taste his blood.
At the same time, another strange, moaning sound echoed.
"What exquisite blood!"
"Blood! You crave blood, too!"
"Don't you?"
"Give your blood... to me..."
'What?'
Su Xuan's gaze sharpened. He was about to inspect the portrait's information, but it instantly returned to its original state.
