Just as Zhen Jinghan was about to say something, a shocking scene unfolded.
The five snakes slithering near the washbasin started crawling into it, then submerged in the black blood, writhing inside as if both in pain and strangely excited.
"Ding-dang, ding-dang, ding-dang..."
As the five snakes entered, the basin began to shake left and right, creating a constant, irritating noise.
"Look! The blood in the basin is decreasing."
The young girl pointed at the "blood basin" on the ground and exclaimed.
Xiao Feng and the others also noticed this, as the blood in the basin initially covered the snakes' bodies but was now exposed, and the remaining black blood kept decreasing at a visible pace.
"Could these snakes be directly poisoned to death?" Lu Yao said in confusion.
"I don't think so." Xiao Feng contemplated, "Old Zhao once said that the snakes he raises are specifically fed various poisons and are not that easy to die."
