C438 Unethical
Loong Jiaoyang's palm bled, and the blood fanned out, shrouding the spirits that were siphoning incense smoke around the altar. As the old blind man chanted, the blood, blessed by the Blood God, did not fall to the ground but instead infused itself into the ghosts.
Ghosts, lacking corporeal forms, were invisible to the average person and, by all logic
