In an instant, Luo Qingcheng felt a surge of foreboding.
Murong Xiaoyi furrowed her brows. "Hey, say what you need to say. Why are you staring at my cousin?"
Jiao Linghe spoke calmly, "This Blood Poison Rash was created a century ago by the Blood Demon, a Ghost Doctor, using ten types of poisonous herbs refined under the scorching sun. To cure this rare poison, not only is a blood exchange needed, but more importantly, the person providing the blood must be a woman born in a Yin year, on a Yin month, at a Yin hour. As far as I know, Miss Luo, you were born in a Yin year, on a Yin month, at a Yin hour, were you not?"
Luo Qingcheng remained silent. Jiao Linghe was not wrong.
But how could Jiao Linghe know this? Murong Qi must have told him! Realizing this, Luo Qingcheng immediately understood. This whole thing was Murong Qi's conspiracy; he had probably been the one to secretly poison Qin Shihua. But there was no evidence. Even if she exposed him, no one would believe her.
