"Then how can I help you lift the curse?" Song Yan asked again.

"Need your blood."

The corpse puppet wrote on the ground.

"How many of you?"

Song Inkstone asked thoughtfully.

"More than five million!"

The little corpse puppet wrote.

"I wipe, five million, even a drop of blood, it also needs five million blood, it is estimated that my blood is not enough!" Song Yan has no good morale.

"descendants of ancestral gods, you only need to give me a drop of blood, I can speak, we can better communicate!" The little corpse puppet wrote a line again and looked at him expectantly.

"Hey hey!"

Song Yan sent out...