The Crimson Star Tribe camp.
Enzo returned his consciousness to his body, shaking his head to dispel the discomfort.
Recalling Dilly's information, he muttered to himself, "Need luck to enter? But what if my consciousness enters again... entering with consciousness seems relatively safe..."
Enzo was not one to hesitate.
He went back to his bamboo lodge and retrieved several strands of grass stained with blood, using his life perception once more to locate the owner of the blood.
However, this time he failed.
His life perception did not detect the whereabouts of the blood's owner.
"Why is this happening?"
Enzo stared at the grass strands, realizing the gravity of the situation.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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