"Sorcery?!"
Hao Jian's gaze fell upon Granny's house; however, Granny's doorway was obviously different from yesterday. At the front door now stood a clothes rack, upon which a black wine jar was tied by a rope, and the wine jar was drenched in bright red chicken blood.
Moreover, the side of the wine jar facing Hao Jian's house was affixed with a dark yellow talisman paper, upon which undecipherable glyphs were scrawled with chicken blood.
Seeing this scene, Hao Jian's face instantly turned cold. His hands clenched tightly, and faint killing intent uncontrollably spread from his body.
"How vicious!"
Biting his teeth, Hao Jian trembled with extreme anger. No wonder Shu Ya suddenly came down with a high fever, and such a bizarre fever at that! The reason for all this was Granny across the street!
"Sorcery, is it?! Just you wait!"
