"Hey, do you guys smell blood?"
Chu Qingyun asked the two people ahead of him.
The two lifted their heads and sniffed the air carefully before shaking their heads. "You're imagining things. There's no smell of blood."
"Maybe a little... It probably drifted in from outside. Who cares? Let's hurry and find that mark. An opportunity like this only comes once in a lifetime!"
After their casual remark, the two paid Chu Qingyun no more mind, burying their heads once more to resume their meticulous search along the walls.
'Am I really just imagining things...'
Chu Qingyun sniffed the air carefully again, but this time, he caught no scent of blood. Nevertheless, a deep sense of unease was steadily growing inside him.
The feeling was so unsettling that he couldn't even concentrate on searching for the three-drop blood mark.
