"You...... What's wrong with you? Ning Han was in a hurry, and hurriedly squatted down in front of the Blood Rakshasa and looked at her carefully. Although the Blood Rakshasa seemed to have no spirit on the surface, there was nothing wrong with it, but he knew that something was wrong.

"Let's talk about you first." Blood Rakshasa Road. She didn't forget that Ning Han said just now that he had something to come back, but it was just delayed until now.

Ning Han frowned, and just wanted to continue talking about the Blood Rakshasa, but seeing her unquestioning eyes, he had no choice but to give up.

He reached out and pulled a sign from his bosom.

That brand of Blood Rakshasa has seen, a round card, Tai Chi pattern, isn't it the token of the Yin Yang Palace.

"After you left, I went back to the prison and went to see the assassins who had died of poison. Unexpectedly, I found this from them. ”

"Another token that imitates the Yin-Yang Palace?" Blood Rakshasa frowned and wondered.

Who knew that Ning Han shook his head and said with great difficulty: "The token at the gathering of the four countries is fake, this is real." ”

The Blood Rakshasa was stunned and began to react a little.

"There is a special mark on the token of the Yin-Yang Palace. The token of the Assassins of the Four Nations Gathering did not have that special mark, but this one did. Ning Han said.

That is to say...... In your palace, there is a traitor? Blood Rakshasa said in surprise.

Even though he was extremely unwilling, Ning Han nodded with difficulty.

Only by studying this token of the Yin-Yang Palace very thoroughly can you find the special mark in it. If the token of the Four Nations Gathering was just an imitation of a shape, this time, it was imitated by Shen Yun.

Therefore, the only people who can do this are the people inside the Yin-Yang Palace.

Thinking of this, Ning Han felt heartache.

"Although I also feel very sorry for you, there is a traitor in the Yin Yang Palace, but this time, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you." The Blood Rakshasa smiled gloomily.

"What's wrong? What the hell happened to you? Ning Han asked anxiously.

"I'm going to die." The Blood Rakshasa smiled, and the smile was as beautiful as a gorgeous flower.

"What are you kidding!"

Ning Han wanted to roll his eyes at her and taunt her disdainfully, just like Blood Rakshasa liked to do, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't make such a look, but became angry.

He didn't allow the Blood Rakshasa to make such jokes.

"What I said is true. I mean—if I don't go back to the Spiritual Realm, I'm probably going to die. ”

Ning Han stared at the Blood Rakshasa eyes and found that there was really no joke in them.

"My spiritual power is decreasing imperceptibly, and the rate of reduction is getting faster and faster. However, in just a few days, the spiritual power in my body has been reduced by a quarter. ”

This is still the result of her day and night, inhaling all the spiritual power of the cliff into her body.

But the spiritual power of the cliff is too little, and the spiritual power absorbed in it can't make up for the spiritual power that disappeared inexplicably.

"What if...... If all your spiritual power is gone, will you really die? Ning Han suddenly thought of something, and asked cautiously, "Could it be—"

"I know what you're going to say." The Blood Rakshasa interrupted him.

"Are you trying to say that I will not fall from the realm of immortals to become a mortal again? Then we can use the spiritual power at the cliff to re-cultivate? ”

Ning Han was silent, in fact, he thought so in his heart. In this way, wouldn't it be possible to achieve a long relationship between him and the Blood Rakshasa ?

The Blood Rakshasa was not annoyed by Ning Han's thoughts, but said lightly, "What you think is too simple. ”