This night, the moonless winds are high, shrouded in layers of thin mist, not even the sound of crows can be heard for a hundred miles around, and the abandoned temple is bathed in a reddish glow, with ghostly shadows looming everywhere.
Xiao Baoqin rests her head on Tie Dan's feet. After a day of fright and panic, crying and shouting, she was exhausted and had fallen into a deep sleep, especially after being almost drained by some souls who knew not how to cherish the gentle and precious.
Tie Dan ignores her, focusing instead on pinching the formula and practicing Magic, summoning copper coins onto the ground, and then scooping up the flesh and blood scattered all over the courtyard, mixing a handful of copper coins with a handful of blood, kneading them into Blood Coins, painted with a red gleam and emitting Evil Qi, strung together with red ropes made from roots and veins, a hundred coins per string, known as Blood Coin Strings.
