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(Two thousand one hundred and fifty-three) set off

Tie Wandao looked at Muxi Pavilion again and said, "If there were any blood on the first floor of Muxi Pavilion today but not touching anywhere, will it affect what you will do tomorrow and Yin Time?"

Li Pingrun asked: "Why did the blood appear?"

Tie Wandao was stunned for a moment. He suddenly felt that only by telling Li Pingrun about the matter could he get the most accurate answer. If he didn't say it out, it might not be easy to solve if something went wrong.

Tie Wandao said: "I accidentally bleed my hand in Muxi Pavilion, but when it was bleeding, my hand had left what I touched before, and the blood did not drip anywhere else."

As Tie Wandao said, before, when Li Pingrun was doing the trick on the top floor of Muxi Pavilion, Tie Wandao accidentally broke his hand.

Tie Wandao was standing near Muxi Pavilion Gate and looked outside waiting for Li Pingrun. He felt that Li Pingrun would not be able to get off for a while, and he might have to wait a lot of time.

Waiting and waiting, he thought about the relics of the suicide victims buried underground as Li Pingrun said, and remembered the basement of Muxi Pavilion. Suddenly, he thought of whether an opening in the basement that had been completely sealed could lead to the place where the relics of the suicide victims were buried. Tie Wandao walked to the side against the wall. There was a place where he could lift it up, which was the entrance to the basement from the first floor of Muxi Pavilion.

Tie Wandao didn't think much about it, so he used his right hand to lift it. He lifted it very quickly. As soon as it was lifted up, his right hand was cut by the edge of the lifted thing. He immediately put the lifted thing back. At this time, there was blood flowing out of his right hand, and it had not yet rubbed to other places, nor was it dripping on the ground.

He was worried that blood would be unlucky to drip on the ground of Muxi Pavilion. Seeing that the blood was about to drip from his right hand, he immediately followed it with his left hand and quickly walked outside Muxi Pavilion.

The blood from Tie Wandao's right hand dripped into his left hand.

As soon as he left Muxi Pavilion, he didn't want to close the door because his hands were stained with blood. So later, Li Pingrun returned from the top floor of Muxi Pavilion to the first floor and saw that the door of Muxi Pavilion was open.

Tie Wandao was very uneasy and thought to himself: What happened to me just now? I was too impulsive! How could I recklessly lift the sealed mouth in the basement because I suddenly thought that the sealed mouth in the basement might pass through the relics of the buried suicide? Recently, such a strange thing happened to Muxi Pavilion. Will my actions affect anything? The reason why my hand was injured when lifting was probably because I shouldn't have lifted it! Fortunately, I finally didn't do anything. It's just... Although the blood on my hand did not rub any of it and did not drip on the ground of Muxi Pavilion, I was bleeding in Muxi Pavilion just now! Is this unlucky?

Tie Wandao remembered that his subordinate had closed his hands in front of Gonghun Talisman and showed a very pious look, so he immediately walked towards the location of Gonghun Talisman.

He thought: Since such a thing has happened, then I will be "pious" in front of the Gonghun Talisman, and maybe things will not be unlucky.

Not long after he left Muxi Pavilion, the blood on his hands was dry.

He walked to the big stone where Gonghun Talisman was, looked at it, and confirmed that there was no one nearby, so he closed his hands in front of his chest and "religious".

However, after doing this, he still felt uneasy. He thought about the previous incident of bleeding his hands in Muxi Pavilion, and walked towards the gate of Muxi Pavilion.
Chapter completed!
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