Zhou Lingyi consulted Yuan Buyu. If she lit the second incense, the side effects brought by the Blood Well Spirit would basically disappear.
"By the time the second incense is lit, my brother's pain would be relieved."
She prepared the Blood Talisman on both hands and took out the Ten Fingers from the tattoo box.
This night, the Ten Fingers knew its time of death was imminent, struggling with more force, but still couldn't escape Zhou Lingyi's grasp.
"Zhou Lingyi, you are really cautious, I can hardly find an opportunity to taint you."
The Ten Fingers hated Zhou Lingyi.
If not for this Night Patrol God, it wouldn't have become a sacrifice just upon being born.
Yet, deep down, it feared her, feared her watertight defenses.
