"You're lying." Qian Zhuoyin abandoned her usual meekness and reached out to snatch the piece of bone from Qian Wanyu's hand, as though convinced they had planned this all along.
"Don't touch it!"
Dongfang Minghui cried out in alarm. How could anyone touch something imbued with death aura? The soil in this courtyard had been polluted by it for so long that even the plants growing here had suffered.
It was fortunate they had discovered it early. In another ten or twenty years, this place might not have supported even a blade of grass, becoming a patch of dead land.
Yet Qian Wanyu let her take the piece of bone. A black aura instantly wrapped around that fair little hand. Seventh Sister's decision to let go completely caught Dongfang Minghui off guard.
"Ah! What is this?"
"Zhuo Yin, hurry and take out the porcelain bottle I gave you before. It contains medicine."
Dongfang Minghui desperately wanted to knock the black bone away, but before she could reach it, Qian Wanyu caught her hand.
Qian Zhuoyin froze as well. She felt the spiritual power within her being consumed at a frantic rate. Worse still, the black aura continued greedily creeping upward. Gritting her teeth, she produced a short blade from somewhere and chopped straight at her own wrist.
Clang!
A powerful force knocked the short blade straight out of Qian Zhuoyin's hand, sending her staggering several steps backward as well.
Qian Wanyu gave her a cold look. "Who gave you this piece of bone?"
Qian Zhuoyin remained silent, hostility radiating from her entire body. She stubbornly bit her lip and glared at Qian Wanyu with antagonistic eyes.
Seeing the aura from the black bone cling to Qian Zhuoyin's wrist like a shadow, Dongfang Minghui could only fret beside her. "Zhuo Yin,