C326 The Control of the Bloodscribe

Just moments ago, when Zuo Yi's hand brushed against the Bloodscribe, a searing pain shot through him, forcing him to drop the sword immediately.

"What's happening? Why is the Bloodscribe so scorching hot?" Zuo Yi murmured, his complexion changing.

He had thought the Bloodscribe lying on the ground was destined to be his, but now he couldn't even bear to touch it