Middle-aged scholar turned and stared at Yang Sen after a long time, his face changed: “Strange, how can you also have plague of blood?”. Then he looked at Liu San, and looking gloomy he said: “Wrong, my ancestral art of face-reading has never been wrong, old Liu, you also have plague of blood.”
Then looking serious, he got to his feet, looking around his complexion sank grew more and more, “Old Liu, this looks bad, I viewed everyone, they all have plague of blood on their faces, this is definitely not a coincidence!”
Liu San squinting his eys, looked around then said in a sinking voice: “You mean to say, that we all will suffer, this close to the city, a plague of blood and plunder?”
Middle-aged scholar nodded, as his eyes moved to Wang Lin, suddenly hesitated as he rubbed his eyes hard, carefully looked attentively, suddenly his face changed, on his face a red colour emerged, as his mouth spit out blood, his face wore an expression of horror, pointing to Wang Lin, he said stunned: “You……”