Thump, thump.
Xia Yan clearly heard her own heartbeat. Without revealing anything, she slid a small knife from her sleeve.
It was not for attacking, but for cutting open her own palm so she could use her blood to cast a curse.
Xia Yan's hands were covered in tiny wounds. These were all the price of using the Straw Spirit Blood Curse.
The Straw Spirit Blood Curse was the most powerful curse she currently knew, and its activation conditions were relatively simple.
In terms of power, the other curse, Bad Blood Curse Hand, was naturally superior. However, that curse required the target's blood to activate, making its activation conditions more complicated.
Under circumstances as urgent as these, the Straw Spirit Blood Curse was more convenient.
Just as she prepared to turn around and launch an attack, Xia Yan heard a door open. Light came on behind her, followed by the voice of the waitress, Sister Zhen.
"You scared me half to death. Standing here in the middle of the night without making a sound—you nearly gave me a heart attack."
When Jiang Peizhen's voice rang out, that bone-chilling feeling also vanished. Xia Yan had no idea what it had been, but the danger had passed.
Xia Yan quickly put away the small knife in her sleeve, turned around, lowered her head, and said, "Sorry, Sister Zhen. I scared you."
"I was going to the bathroom, but I didn't know where it was. I wanted to ask you, but I was afraid of disturbing..."
"That's enough, that's enough." Jiang Peizhen took Xia Yan's hand. "You're going to the bathroom, right? I'm going too. Let's go together."
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Xia Yan glanced down the corridor, but there was nothing there.
Aside from the gloomy dampness she could feel, there