The rat kept talking and actually ran into the temple to kowtow to the City God. The old Temple Priest did not stop it; after all, he served the City God, how could he prevent someone from kowtowing to the City God?

Wang Chun seemed a bit more composed than the rat. While the rat was kowtowing, he walked out the back door and returned home.

After returning home, Wang Chun fell seriously ill. Once he recovered, he surprisingly changed his habits and started to engage in legitimate business.

After the rat returned, he also stopped doing illegal activities. Furthermore, he shared his experience with his peers, who initially did not believe him, but later when they saw the rat had truly washed his hands clean, and that the thick-browed, big-eyed Huang Geng who always hung out with the rat seemed to have disappeared from the world, neither seen alive nor dead, they started to believe the rat.

Some began to believe the rat’s words: Huang Geng had been suffocated by Sun Huang’s ghostly incarnation!

Soon, a story about a vengeful ghost protecting his wife started spreading in the neighborhood. In the tale, the ghost rose from a ceramic pot below the windowsill and could make people faint with a wave from afar. These detailed scenes spread widely, even Liu Eying heard about it...

They said three thieves came to his house to steal, one was strangled by Sun Huang’s ghost, and two were hanged. They also said that the ghost rose from a ceramic pot. Liu Eying naturally found it absurd, but when she returned home, she found that the empty ceramic pot used to store stewed beef under the windowsill had disappeared.

At that moment, Liu Eying’s brow twitched with unease, and she felt an unexpected chill throughout her body...

The tale was so vivid, coupled with the rat washing his hands clean and Huang Geng evaporating from the world, even those originally eyeing Liu Eying decided to let go. Moreover, Sun Huang was part of the Yuan Shun Escort Agency before he died, so why provoke such misery?

Duan Rong returned to Liu’s House that night and started contemplating how to resolve the issue of the Filthy Blood Divine Skill.

The scene of leech-like blood threads wriggling out from the gaps in his nails disgusted him.

Furthermore, knowing that such disgusting things were inside his body made Duan Rong restless.

Duan Rong sat cross-legged on his bed and used his Divine Sense to penetrate his body, scanning inch by inch.

As long as he didn’t actively operate the Filthy Blood Divine Skill, and without external stimuli to trigger the automatic operation of the Filthy Blood Divine Skill, even under Divine Sense Investigation, nothing unusual could be found.

"This Filthy Blood Divine Skill can actually hide so deeply!"

Duan Rong decided to actively operate the Filthy Blood Divine Skill, and while operating, use Divine Sense Investigation to observe changes in his body. From this, he hoped to find a way to dispel the Filthy Blood Divine Skill.

With a thought, dense threads of blood squeezed out from his ear holes, nostrils, nails, and pores, squirming and floating...

Duan Rong’s entire body was enveloped by the floating, wriggling blood threads, the scene indescribably bizarre and terrifying...

At the moment the Filthy Blood Divine Skill erupted, Duan Rong felt a chill over his heart, and his thoughts were completely distracted from the surrounding floating, wriggling blood threads.

Because under the Divine Sense, he distinctly felt that at the moment of the Filthy Blood Divine Skill’s eruption, a streak of blood-colored waves emerged within his Consciousness Sea...

"Consciousness Sea? The source of the Filthy Blood Divine Skill is actually within the Consciousness Sea?!"