Kru and the others were members of the Mass Gang, and they had considerable influence in the area.
Although they were only at the very bottom of the organization, they were already people ordinary citizens could not afford to provoke. Even some minor police officers treated them courteously.
Yet now, they were meekly obeying an eight-year-old white girl.
Ever since they had agreed to escort Aura home, her emotions had stabilized considerably, and nothing unusual had happened again.
This finally gave them the courage to ask about the black lines. That thing surely would not end well. They were willing to do anything for Aura, as long as she could remove the curse afterward.
Mo Qiong said, "Let some blood out."
"Let blood out?"
Kru and the others exchanged glances. This sounded like some mysterious method.
At that moment, the black lines had already attacked the heart and were only a step away from it. The white hair on their heads had suddenly multiplied, the strange markings beneath their skin had spread, and their lips were ghastly pale. They felt utterly weak.
So they immediately fetched knives, slashed their wrists, and let some blood flow.
What poured from the wounds was black blood. The thick liquid looked almost like oil.
"Oh God... our blood..."
They let the black blood drip onto the ground, forming five pools.
Though the sight was horrifying, they soon discovered that the black lines, which had been about to erode their hearts, began to recede. They retreated all the way to their arms before stopping.
"It works!" They endured the pain and weakness and continued bleeding. When the wounds began to clot, they gritted their teeth and cut them open again.
But even after they grew noticeably dizzy, the black lines had not vanished completely. They