C536 The Back of the Mountain Shrouded in Black Fog

"My bloodline? What does that mean?" I asked in puzzlement.

"Changsheng, can you lend me your finger?" As Zuo Yangchuan spoke, he took out a piece of talisman paper.

I quickly understood what he meant. He bit his finger and quickly grabbed my hand to draw a string of runes on the talisman paper.

Looking at the talisman that he had drawn