Wenshui District.
"Pfft..." Mr. Yan, clad in a Flesh-and-Blood Wedding Dress, spat out a mouthful of blood.
He had just reached out, the sleeve of his blood-red wedding dress unraveling into red tendrils, but before they could reach Yu Qinghuan, his entire body shook violently as though electrocuted, and he began vomiting mouthful after mouthful of blood.
This was the first time Mr. Yan's expression had changed so dramatically.
Jiang Du immediately understood. The other players must have done something at that moment, and its effects had reached the mastermind behind it all.
Sure enough.
Mr. Yan first closed his eyes to sense what had happened, then his deathly pale face instantly flushed red with rage.
"My ritual... my offerings! Who was it? Who cut off my ritual!"
He had barely finished roaring like a rabid dog when his expression abruptly froze.
"No..."
"I am your master..."
"No!" Mr. Yan trembled like a leaf in terror. He immediately clawed at the collar of his wedding dress, seemingly trying to tear this "Flesh-and-Blood Wedding Dress" off in one go.
But the outstretched red tendrils suddenly retracted, rapidly weaving together like red threads in a dense mass.
In the blink of an eye, they had woven themselves back into an exquisite red sleeve attached to the wedding dress.
"Wait..."
Mr. Yan tugged desperately at the wedding dress. Wherever he pulled, the fabric immediately unraveled into a dense mass of red tendrils, but in the blink of an eye, those tendrils wove themselves back into the shape of the dress, covering him once more.
"No... wait! There'll be food soon... soon!" Mr. Yan's terror did not seem feigned. He immediately turned toward Yu Qinghuan, who lay on the floor with blood covering her face, and walked toward her step by step, trembling all