Something's wrong with this demon.

It was midday.

Luo Qingchen returned to Baixianglou and went straight to Zhang Jiu, the head of the guards, shamelessly asking to borrow money.

Having just arrived, he didn't know anyone else.

But before he could say the amount, Zhang Jiu said with a bitter face, "Brother Luo, I only have three taels of silver a month, and I've already spent it all. You should ask someone else."

Luo Qingchen had no choice but to go to the back to find Chen Ju again.

Chen Ju's face, which had been full of enthusiasm, vanished instantly after hearing his purpose. He took out his money pouch, opened it to show him, and sighed, "It's not that I don't want to lend you money, brother, but look for yourself, there's not a single coin left in this pouch."

Luo Qingchen gave a wry smile, said nothing more, said "Excuse me," and took her leave.

One hundred taels of silver would be a huge sum of money for anyone here.

Most people probably don't have this drug.

Even if they did, why would they lend him a stranger they just met yesterday?

Therefore, borrowing money is clearly not an option.

He stood blankly in the yard for a while, then his gaze fell on the wound on his wrist.

It seems I can only rely on myself.

I've sold everything I could, even my soul, so all I can do now is sell my blood.

The Ten Soul Banner cannot wait any longer, and my sister cannot wait any longer either.

Without further hesitation, he left Baixianglou again and arrived at a shop on North Street.

A black flag stood in front of the shop, with the words "Blood Shop" written in large scarlet letters.

Not only can you sell blood here, you can also buy blood.

Luo Qingchen entered the shop and said to an elderly man in a black robe behind the counter, "I want to sell my blood. How much can I get for one transaction?"

The old man in black robes glanced at him, took out a large bowl from under the counter, and said in a hoarse voice, "Fill this bowl full, and it can be sold for five taels of silver. If it's for a cultivator, it can be sold for ten taels."

Looking at the large bowl on the counter, Luo Qingchen couldn't help but recall the days when she was squeezed to the point of bleeding in the cave.

The large bowl that Tian Feng used back then was just like this.

To fill this bowl, you would need at least 20% of your body's blood.

For some people with weak constitutions, losing so much blood at once could be fatal.

However, he doesn't need to worry.

He still has 20% of his blood remaining in his second reserve health bar, meaning he can sell that 20% of his blood without affecting his current physical condition.

The Bai Xiang Lou is fraught with danger, and he must maintain a strong physique.

"I am a cultivator, could you please add some more silver?"

Luo Qingchen asked.

The old man in black robes said expressionlessly, "I've already said that cultivators can sell their blood for ten taels. Also, you need to produce a signed document from your master authorizing you to sell your blood."

Luo Qingchen paused for a moment, then said, "I don't have any documents."

The old man in black robes immediately darkened his expression and rebuked, "What are you doing here selling blood without proper documentation? Are you deliberately trying to make fun of me?"

Having said that, he waved his sleeve to shoo them away: "Get lost!"

Luo Qingchen didn't leave. She raised her wrist and calmly said, "I need money right now, I desperately need it. You can cut from these wounds, and if it's discovered, I'll say I used it for my own cultivation."

The old man in black robes frowned, and just as he was about to speak, Luo Qingchen added, "You can give me one tael less silver; I only need nine taels."

The old man in black robes' eyes flashed with a sharp light. He stared at him for a while and said, "Seven taels. That's the most I can give you! Without proper documentation, our shop also has to bear the risk. Even if you sell it on the black market or secretly sell it to those cultivators, you'll still get this price."

Luo Qingchen remained silent and did not speak.

The old man in black robes snorted coldly and said, "If you're unwilling, then leave. I don't want to take that risk."

Luo Qingchen glanced at the wound on her wrist again, then without further hesitation, raised her right hand and placed it on the counter, saying, "Seven taels then."

The old man in black robes glanced at him again, said nothing more, left the counter, and closed the shop door.

"Remember, if this gets out, you'll be held responsible!"

The old man in black robes gave another warning before returning to the counter. He took out a dagger from under the counter and began to draw blood.

When bright red blood flowed from the wound cut by the dagger, Luo Qingchen's face did not show pain and fear, but rather a look of bewilderment and confusion she had never seen before.

The bowl was quickly filled with blood.

He quickly bandaged his wound, accepted the seven taels of silver given to him by the old man in black, and then walked out of the shop.

The sky outside was gray, and there were few pedestrians on the streets.

After walking a distance, he suddenly felt as if someone was following him again.

He didn't stop, but continued walking forward. After walking several hundred meters, he suddenly turned into a side alley and took out a dagger from his sleeve.

Ninety taels of silver are still needed.

He has nothing left now, and the only way he can get money is to continue selling his blood.

Sold to the black market, sold to cultivators.

However, he had no more blood left to sell, so...

He wants to suck blood!

Regardless of who's behind him, he's now going all in to kill them and drain their blood!

To survive, and for his sister's sake, he had to become a true demon!

"Waaah—"

A cold wind howled through the dark alley.

He suddenly quickened his pace and disappeared around the corner of the alley on the right.

Before long, light footsteps echoed in the quiet alley.

As the footsteps appeared around the corner, Luo Qingchen, who was hiding in the shadows, suddenly reached out and grabbed the other person's neck, while the dagger in her other hand was quickly pressed against the other person's heart!

The newcomer was clearly subdued before he could even resist!

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, immediately tightened his grip on the other man's neck, dragged him into the corner of the alley on the right, pressed him to the ground, and then raised the dagger in his hand, preparing to stab him hard.

But at that moment, he suddenly stopped.

The man he pinned to the ground had disheveled hair, a face covered in black grime, a long scar on his right cheek, a thin frame, and wore tattered clothes. His dark eyes stared at him in terror.

Is it that little mute boy?

—The little mute boy that he and his sister often helped back in Qingshui Town?

Luo Qingchen's hand trembled slightly with the dagger in her hand. She wanted to pretend she didn't know him and stab him directly, but then she hesitated...

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the girl he had pinned down suddenly pushed him away, then quickly got up and staggered away.

Luo Qingchen knelt on the spot, watching her thin figure escape from the alley. Her expression changed several times, but she did not chase after her.

The alleyway fell silent instantly.

Only the mournful sound of the wind still lingers in the alley.

I don't know how much time passed.

As he sheathed his dagger and prepared to leave, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the alley next door again.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he immediately took out his dagger again.

As the footsteps grew closer, his whole body tensed, his eyes turned cold, and he pressed himself tightly against the wall at the corner, slowly raising the dagger in his hand, ready to stab directly.

This time, he absolutely cannot hesitate any longer!