Mingyue let out a cold laugh.
Suddenly, a sharp dagger sliced her middle finger, and Mingyue glanced at Yun Ya as a drop of blood from her fingertip dripped into the cup of water, instantly merging with the liquid.
Uncle Chang didn't know what she was doing and couldn't help but ask coldly, "What kind of trick is this?"
Mingyue lifted the cup and swirled it, the light refracting coldly in her eyes, "In my hometown, there's a ritual, pledging with one's own blood as a guide. If broken, a curse of death by lightning."
As she spoke, her expression carried an inexplicable solemnity.
Uncle Chang was momentarily shocked, his gaze fixed on Mingyue. This person exudes an ominous aura and her origins are bizarre. Should she really stay by Miss's side? At this moment, he hesitated.
"Miss...."
Yun Ya smiled lightly, "Interesting."
