C620 A Descendant of a Dark Wizard

The wooden statue was carved from an ancient tree root, and when her blood splashed on it, a sizzling sound instantly rang out, along with bursts of white smoke. Yan Xihua took a look, picked up the wooden nail and stuck it into her wrist, muttering to herself.

After a quarter-of-an-hour, the cloud of white smoke slowly disappeared, and a gust of wind suddenly blew into the room