“Where are we going? This is like a maze,” Jared exclaimed.
“Just follow me,” came Flaxseed’s answer.
He then pulled out a palm-sized geomantic compass and allowed a drop of his blood to fall onto it.
At once, the geomantic compass began spinning wildly. Its pointer soon stopped and indicated a direction.
Seeing that, Flaxseed went in the direction the geomantic compass indicated.
RESTRICTED CONTENT
Sorry, this chapter is locked. Only readers with active membership account can access this page.
Visit https://virtual-novel.net/donate/ to have active membership account.
Alternative site is available for free readers (no regular updates for some titles)
OR LOGIN: