I woke up from the heat seven times last night, and you say the air conditioning was a little cold?

Although she found it hard to bring up, Cheng Xue felt she still had to tell them.

The captain had hinted at it so strongly that he clearly wanted her to spread this gossip.

Besides, she had heard that many sacrificial items demanded a price every time they were used, and those prices came in all sorts of bizarre forms.

With that in mind, she glanced at Zhou Dun's somewhat pale face.

Wu Meng had told her before that Zhou Dun had a sacrificial item, but its price was that wounds inflicted by the Tang Dao had to remain open.

Once the Tang Dao broke the skin, the wound would not disappear for twenty-four hours.

One look at Zhou Dun made it obvious that he had lost too much blood.

It wasn't just Zhou Dun. The sisters, Li Ling and Li Qian, were also rather pale.

Bleeding nonstop for twenty-four hours would still cause excessive blood loss, however small the wound was, even with three people taking turns paying the price.

Almost instantly, Cheng Xue connected it to a sacrificial item.

Looking at Wu Meng, who was still waiting for her to speak, Cheng Xue forced a weak smile and repeated the gossip Captain Hui had told her.

After hearing Cheng Xue's words, both Wu Meng and her younger brother Wu Jie, who was leaning nearby, fell silent.

Even Zhou Dun and the two sisters, a short distance away, went silent.

"At first, I thought some survivor had awakened a Sequence." Wu Meng gave Cheng Xue a resentful look.

Her ears had been defiled.

Cheng Xue could only smile awkwardly.

As they chatted, Captain Hui opened his eyes. He had been reclining in the front passenger seat, pretending to sleep.

His right hand moved slightly. Then he looked toward Cheng