Xu Yichao's hand rested on the doorknob, pressing the lock extremely slowly and gently pushing the door open bit by bit.
Sang Que held her breath and gripped the fruit knife tightly, ready to strike at any moment.
Fortunately, they went unscathed. They didn't look, didn't touch, didn't trigger any terrifying rules, and successfully left Room 502.
After the door was closed again, both Sang Que and Xu Yichao's hearts were pounding wildly in the silent night.
Swallowing, Xu Yichao asked, "What was inside just now?"
"Not sure."
Sang Que's answer left Xu Yichao momentarily stunned, but he decided it was better not to ask, as Sang Que had said before, knowing too much does no good.
The bottle of rooster blood that Sang Que had poured earlier was still on the ground, but all other rubbish had disappeared. She picked up the bottle, took out two red strings soaked inside and wrapped them around her arm, handing the remaining blood to Xu Yichao.
