"Curse?" Feng Ke was startled upon hearing Ye Ling's words. "How could there be such a strange curse?"
Ye Ling narrowed his eyes slightly and continued, "However, that thing doesn't seem to be something mortal sorcerers can trigger."
"What are you talking about? I don't understand," Feng Ke was bewildered by Ye Ling's words. Could it be that besides mortal sorcerers, gods, demons, and ghosts were also involved in casting this curse?
Ye Ling carefully examined Xia Minglan again. "I previously fought a demon's clone at Daocheng University. The curse marks on Xia Minglan's body have a similar aura to that demon's. This curse on her was likely planted by another demon."
Feng Ke: "..."
After hearing Ye Ling's statement, she didn't know what to say.
What are demons?
Do gods and demons exist in this world?
Before Feng Ke could process Ye Ling's words, a spring of blood suddenly appeared in Xia Minglan's room.
Countless evil spirits were entangled within the spring. Just a glance at it made one feel its extreme malevolence!
"What is that?" Seeing the change in Xia Minglan's room, Feng Ke put aside her thoughts about Ye Ling's words and focused her attention on the room.
"Let's go in and see!"
Ye Ling said in a low voice, completely concealing his and Feng Ke's figures. He then silently led Feng Ke into Xia Minglan's room.
As the two entered the room, a pungent smell of blood assaulted them.
The moment Feng Ke smelled the blood, her face turned instantly pale, and she felt like she was about to vomit.
Seeing this, Ye Ling immediately injected his spiritual energy into Feng Ke's body, stabilizing her mind and blocking her sense of smell.
"This blood spring likely condenses the vital essence of thousands of people, and in such a confined room."
"The impact of this bloody smell is probably no less than that of a battlefield where millions have perished."
"Xia Minglan faced this blood spring without changing her expression. Either she has seen this blood spring more than ten times before, or she has witnessed battlefields where corpses piled up like mountains and blood flowed like rivers, and has been desensitized to the impact of blood."
Feng Ke patted her head and asked Ye Ling, "What is the origin of this blood spring?"
Ye Ling retorted, "How would I know?"
"Then why are you so calm..." Feng Ke stopped mid-sentence, suddenly stunned.
She looked deeply at Ye Ling, then remained silent, shifting her attention to Xia Minglan and the blood spring.
Her mood was complex.
According to Ye Ling's words, since he hadn't seen the blood spring before and remained unfazed by such a strong bloody smell, his demeanor was normal.
This implied that he had experienced a different kind of situation.
Were there battles in Earth's history that resulted in millions of deaths?
Feng Ke shook her head, casting aside this thought.
She dared not continue thinking about it.
Xia Minglan was unaware that Ye Ling and Feng Ke had entered her room and were even scrutinizing her.
After shedding her clothes, she stepped into the blood spring.
The moment her feet touched the blood spring, a large number of blood spirits shrieked and extended bloody hands to grab her body, tearing at her flesh.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Xia Minglan screamed in agony. She curled up in the blood spring, in extreme pain.
She clawed at her wounds and pushed away the evil spirits, but the more she struggled, the more ferociously the evil spirits gnawed at her!
More and more bloody hands grabbed her limbs, dragging her deeper into the blood spring.
Seeing this, Feng Ke instinctively covered her mouth, her eyes filled with shock and fear.
This, this...
Every scene unfolding in this room was impacting her very soul!
Soon, Xia Minglan's upper body was gnawed clean by the evil spirits, leaving only a skeleton. However, the pained expression on her face vanished, as if she had found release.
After her upper body's flesh was consumed, the blood in the spring surged towards her, rapidly regenerating flesh onto her bones and filling her skin.
Xia Minglan's body grew back at a visible speed. Her upper body became fair and smooth, perfectly flawless.
The scars were gone.
Seeing Xia Minglan's restored figure, Feng Ke couldn't help but blush slightly, a trickle of blood running from her nose.
"So beautiful..."
Feng Ke murmured, surprised by how much Xia Minglan's body could recover after the curse was removed!
She was curvaceous, with not an ounce of excess fat, everything perfectly proportioned.
However, Ye Ling's brow remained furrowed; he showed no amazement at Xia Minglan's transformation.
The curse had not been lifted; instead, it had deepened considerably.
This blood spring, while seemingly making Xia Minglan's body perfect, was actually causing her body to decay further.
It was likely that soon, her upper body would revert to its previous state, or even worse.
"Does she think entering the blood spring will heal her curse?"
Ye Ling muttered softly. Before he finished speaking, Xia Minglan, who had walked out of the blood spring, found new scars appearing on her body.
"How can this be?"
Xia Minglan's eyes flashed with panic as she saw the changes on her body. "Usually, the curse would disappear for half a month before slowly manifesting. Why is it so fast this time?"
She was panicked.
But before she could figure out what had gone wrong, more and more wounds appeared on her body!
Within a few breaths, she had returned to the state she was in before entering the blood spring.
"Why did she become like this?"
Seeing Xia Minglan's current state, Feng Ke looked at Ye Ling with confusion, hoping he could provide an answer.
Ye Ling said, "The curse is backlashing. Her body had already reached its limit to withstand the curse. After she entered the blood spring, the curse on her intensified by a notch."
"If it were in the past, the increased intensity of the curse wouldn't have affected her."
"But this time, the backlash of the curse exceeded her limit."
"She can no longer withstand the curse's backlash. She will likely die from the curse within ten minutes."
"Such a malicious curse?" Feng Ke looked at Xia Minglan, who was kneeling on the ground in despair, with disbelief. A hint of pity flickered in her eyes.
She could see that Xia Minglan had endured so much pain just to make the scars on her body disappear.
But now, just as Xia Minglan had found hope and before she could even rejoice, despair had descended.
This feeling of falling from the clouds to the bottom of the valley was the most tormenting!
"Hehehe... what a perfect toy. Such delicious despair, I truly can't wait."
At this moment, an extremely cold voice echoed in the room. Bubbles began to rise from the blood spring behind Xia Minglan.
A demon, dressed in a suit, with red skin and horns on its head, slowly emerged from the blood spring.
The demon stepped out of the blood spring and walked up to Xia Minglan. It ran a finger across Xia Minglan's despairing face, a look of intoxicated enjoyment appearing on its own. "Of all the toys I've played with, you are the first to endure twelve blood spring purifications before the curse went out of control."
"This perfect work of art, brewed over such a long time, I must savor it."
Upon seeing the demon appear, Feng Ke's pupils constricted sharply, and a tempest of shock surged within her heart!
She looked at Ye Ling with a face full of astonishment. "Do demons really exist in this world?"