The moment I sensed those wisps of Fox Ghost aura, I knew the Fox Ghost had awakened.
Just like when I had pinched it awake during the day.
Only when it was awake would such a faint aura exist.
I had not opened my Heavenly Eye at the moment and could only rely on my senses.
So I said to Yang Zhong,
"Mr. Yang, drink the three bowls of chicken blood."
Yang Zhong was utterly shocked and incredulous when he heard that.
"Huh? Drink... raw chicken blood?"
"That's right. Drink it, quickly!"
I pressed him again. Otherwise, I would not have told him to eat less earlier.
Yang Zhong looked thoroughly repulsed.
After all, who drank raw chicken blood in their everyday life?
The stuff was fishy, foul-smelling, and hard to swallow.
But seeing how serious I looked, Yang Zhong, desperate to stay alive, could only pick up a bowl of raw chicken blood.
He sniffed it, his face filled with disgust and revulsion.
In the end, he gritted his teeth and gulped down a mouthful.
I showed no reaction, but Ai Yousheng, who stood watching at the door, covered his mouth and dry-heaved.
However, after Yang Zhong swallowed the first mouthful with a disgusted expression, a hint of surprise appeared on his face.
He looked at the steaming chicken blood in his hand, then stared at me in astonishment.
"Huh! This chicken blood actually tastes pretty good?"
After saying that, he began gulping it down. He did not even need my prompting for the remaining two bowls and drank them himself.
He even looked as though he wanted more, wearing a deeply satisfied expression.
He licked the blood bowl with his tongue.
"Why does this stuff taste so good? I used to hate it!"
Yang Zhong looked as if