"What do you want this fish for?" Mi Lan asked, though he was not in a rush to head down.
"Young master, look... this was splashed with blood from that ghost-head fish just now." Yan Ping raised his sleeve, revealing three drops of black bloodstain upon it.
"Huh... there is such gloomy energy contained within it... it seems I've seen this somewhere before." Mi Lan stared at the three drops of blood, falling into deep thought.
Chapter 558