It's a pity that Tang Qingqing only knows this much, wanting to delve deeper, but there's no way.
"No problem, let's try first, what if it succeeds?"
Wang Han took out a small bowl, first bit his finger to break it, and dripped the blood into the bowl.
"I'll do it too."
Rao Ling Er was second; although she was afraid of pain, she didn't even frown when she cut her finger.
The remaining three went smoothly dripping their blood into the bowl, receiving a bowl of fresh blood, Tang Rao merged his blood too, after the small drops from six people merged, the blood became a large drop.
"Sacrifice with blood to the heavens, grateful to the above."
Tang Rao dripped half of the bowl on the ground, a strange scene suddenly appeared, just when he thought the blood would solidify on the ground or even fuse with the soil, the blood floated in the air above the ground, the blood that clearly touched the ground did not leave a single trace on it.
"What's going on?"
