"Fuck!"
She cursed under her breath.
This thing was coming straight down at her, but she was certain that she didn't trip any triggers at all.
So, she understood then, this place, it was a place that recognized bloodline, only someone from the Yin family, or someone brought by a member of the Yin family, could enter without setting off the traps.
The next moment, she reached into her small bag again with her other hand, taking out a porcelain vial. She poured some blood onto a black cloth and then stuffed it into her bosom.
Almost immediately, the plank that had nearly skewered her shot upward and stuck to the ceiling.
As if it had always been there, like it never even moved.
"Baiqing's blood is really useful, isn't it?"
She had threatened her own brother yesterday, and, by coincidence, Baiqing's clever head heard it.
He was worried she would be in danger coming to the royal tomb but felt that if he came along, he would only make a mess.
