"I won't tell them, but the premise is that you have to stay on your own terms." Song Baoling stated the conditions.

When Hou Rui heard what she said, a glimmer of hope appeared on her face. When Song Baoling saw that he had achieved his goal, he went back directly.

Her original intention was not to force Hou Rui to abort the child, but to prevent Hou Rui and Hou Chunhong from interacting with each other.

When they returned to the room, Song Youyou was sleeping soundly with her fingers in her mouth, and Lianjiao fell asleep lying next to Song Youyou.

Song Baoling didn't want to disturb them, so she picked up the robe on the side and put it on Lianjiao. She walked to her bed and planned to sleep, but she couldn't fall asleep.

Just when she was thinking wildly, the stinging pain in her heart made her frown, and she had a bad feeling.

The next second, the familiar sharp pain hit her. Cold sweat broke out on Song Baoling's forehead, and she gritted her teeth without making a sound.

Song Youyou and Lianjiao were sleeping soundly beside each other, and she was suffering from pain on the bed.

As if feeling a surge of energy, Song Baoling was unwilling to give in to the pain and bit her arm.

The torture gradually ended in the second half of the night. Song Baoling was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes and fell asleep as soon as she tilted her head.

Yu Zikong was silent for a long time and then said, "The Haenyeo clan is a clan of gods left over from ancient times. Although they no longer have divinity, the aura of the gods still remains in their blood."

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, with a troubled expression on his face, "The boss rarely comes here when he has nothing to do, why don't you go in and sit down first, and I can send you a message?"

Soon, someone came outside the door, but it wasn't Ye Lanchen, it was Uncle Liu.

"Okay." Song Baoling did not refuse, but Yu Zikong curiously began to inspect the place.

Song Baoling looked at the tooth mark on his hand in a daze, and suddenly found that the mark was wrong.

Song Baoling glanced at him and immediately walked out, followed by Yu Zikong.

The room was extremely quiet, with no one around. It seemed as if Song Youyou and Lian Jiao she saw yesterday were just a dream for her.

She put Song Youyou into the crib and said, "I saw that the young lady was sleeping so soundly, so I didn't bother her. The young lady hasn't had much rest recently."

Uncle Liu put down his umbrella and said slightly apologetically, "Miss Song, I'm sorry, my boss is busy and can't come for the time being, so I can only do it for you."

It was probably also complicated. When Song Baoling walked into Qiancaifang, the previous shopkeeper was pounding out the abacus. When he saw someone coming, he immediately greeted him with a smile.

Song Baoling sat down and said, "If something happens, you must know where she is."

Lian Jiao hurriedly found the small porcelain bottle that Haenyeo had given her before, poured out the medicine inside and handed it to Song Baoling.

"I'm fine." Song Baoling's throat was dry and she lost her voice. Her voice was intermittently loud and soft.

Yu Zikong saw her sad face and said helplessly: "You can't blame me. I was only born more than ten years ago, so I can only listen to my master tell me about such distant things."

"I will only stay in places with sufficient spiritual energy. It's not easy to get there, and I don't know the specific location."

Song Baoling had a headache. She had been talking to Yu Zikong for so long and talked a lot of nonsense.

Song Baoling ate it, but she could no longer feel any improvement like before.

Yu Zikong's expression softened slightly and he thought for a moment, "So sure? Is it because of the backlash?"

Not wanting to make Lian Jiao worry too much, she didn't say it out loud, but she had a vague plan in her heart.

"Miss, are you feeling pain again and that's why you're like this?" Lianjiao was rarely smart.

"You know?" Song Baoling frowned, "You know the backlash is not as simple as she said, right?"

There was dried blood on the side of her arm. Lian Jiao was shocked when she saw it and wiped it with a handkerchief.

She is not stupid, she can feel the changes in herself, and the haenyeo must be hiding something from her.

Yu Zikong sat aside with interest, also looking forward to the answer.

He didn't know about it until Song Baoling's blood sacrifice was over, and it was too late to stop him. He thought Haenyeo would handle it all properly.

"Miss! You're awake!" A voice of surprise came from the door, and Lian Jiao appeared holding Song Youyou in her arms.

Song Baoling signaled that it was okay and asked directly: "Uncle Liu, do you know where the Haenyeo clan is?"

Song Baoling never thought that her throat would become like this. She swallowed her saliva, and the smell of blood instantly spread in her mouth.

"Miss!" Lian Jiao immediately retracted her hand, with a somewhat reproachful tone, and stood up to get the ointment.

She groped her teeth to confirm that they were not the marks of her own teeth, but it was indeed her own bite last night.

Song Baoling thought her movements were too slow, so she rubbed her arm heavily with her hand and let out a muffled groan.

Song Baoling nodded and then said: "I can't do anything about this right now. It feels like it's not as simple as backlash."

Song Baoling looked indifferent, "I'm here to see Ye Lanchen, is he here?"

When Yu Zikong saw the serious expression on her face again, he thought she had changed her mind and was sitting upright.

The next day I slept for a long time before I woke up. When I opened my eyes, I felt like I was in another world.

"Hey, isn't this Miss Song? Our young master said that you are a distinguished guest now, let alone the second floor. You can go anywhere in Qiancaifang."

The shopkeeper felt strange that it was obviously the same person, Miss Song, but she felt completely different from before.

Song Baoling nodded, "I'm going to find the Haenyeo. The medicine she gave me doesn't work anymore."

"What did you ask her for?" Yu Zikong asked curiously.

In the capital, apart from the gambling house and Qian Cai Fang, they didn't know about Ye Lanchen's other industries.

"This curse has already taken effect when you sacrificed your own blood."

She raised her hand and saw that the bite she had taken last night was too severe, and a bite mark that had not yet completely scabbed appeared in front of her eyes.

"Or, why don't you go find Ye Lanchen?" Yu Zikong suggested.

"Could it be that your change is related to the blood sacrifice?" Yu Zikong connected the two after Song Baoling mentioned it.

Before she could figure it out, Lian Jiao came with a medicine box, squeezed out the ointment and applied it carefully on Song Baoling's wound.

Unexpectedly, the first thing Song Baoling said was to ask where the haenyeo were.

Uncle Liu's expression froze, "Miss Song, are you curious?"

"How did you do this? Miss, did you bite it yourself?" Lian Jiao was gentle, fearing that it would not hurt her.

Yu Zikong nodded slowly and explained, "I don't know the details, but I have heard that the talismans of the Haenyeo clan are very strange. To put it bluntly, it is a curse."

"No, I have something to do with them. I used their clan's blood sacrifice spell before, but now the backlash is serious."

She summarized it succinctly, and Uncle Liu tightened his fingers, "What? Did you use their blood sacrifice?"

Uncle Liu's face became solemn, and Yu Zikong said, "If Uncle Liu knows, you might as well tell him."

"Um... may I ask what kind of blood ritual spell Miss Song used?" Uncle Liu's eyes dodge, as if he doesn't want to bring up this topic.
Chapter completed!