Xiao Yun took that drop of black blood from his Soul Tool.
The black blood hovered above his palm, giving off an evil aura.
It was blood extracted from the torture instruments in the basement. It was not one person's blood—it was the blood of countless people, the blood of countless innocents.
Xiao Yun formed hand seals, and the black blood slowly spun above his palm, releasing wave after wave of black ripples.
The ripples spread in every direction and vanished into the horizon.
"There's a reaction." Xiao Yun looked northwest.
The two followed the black ripples' guidance for about half an hour and arrived at a mass grave.
Weeds grew everywhere, and gravestones stood crookedly. Some gravestones had names carved on them, some were already too blurred to read, and some were nothing more than bare stones.
Xiao Yun stopped in front of one gravestone.
There were no words on it, only a bare stone covered in moss.
The black blood hovered above the gravestone, slowly spinning, and the ripples it emitted grew denser and denser.
Xiao Yun crouched and looked at the gravestone. There was no name, no birth or death date, no information at all.
He used Spiritual Power to turn over the soil around the gravestone. Beneath it lay a skeleton.
The skeleton was very complete, its bones slender, but many wounds left by abuse could still be seen on it. In life, it should have belonged to a tall, slender woman. Some of the bones had turned black, giving off a faint, dark glow in the twilight.
That was not the color of a normal death. She had been poisoned to death, or killed by the erosion of some evil power.
"This may be the remains of the Daughter of the Flower God." Xiao Yun