Bloodletting is easy to say, but difficult to practice. After all, it is a way to hurt oneself, and not everyone is willing.
Although the crow was the first to honestly bleed. Normally, the weight and blood volume of an adult man is about 85-80ml/kg, and if the acute bleeding volume reaches more than 20% of this figure, human beings will be in danger of life.
But this kind of bleeding is actually quite a lot. If each of the five people present is willing to donate a certain amount of blood, then it is absolutely no problem to fill the bucket in the toilet.
Ever since, the crow moved the bucket from the toilet.
However, bloodletting is not only a test of your body's endurance, but more of a test of your heart. Not everyone can watch their blood flow and life go by without changing their expressions... Uh, it seems that there is such a thing in front of you. one.
The crow stared at the black cat in shock. The black cat really didn't change its face. Sitting on the sofa, it stretched its hand over the bucket, and when it was stabbed, the blood flowed out. The crow was a little nervous, and waited. After a while, seeing the black cat's face gradually turning pale, he hurriedly pinched his veins, and tied the cloth strips.
After that, the double-headed snake was drawn again, and this time the poor double-headed snake lay limply on the sofa and did not move. As a result, there were about three people in the bucket, but only one-third of the bucket was full. This was because the crow was cautious, because if there was too much blood at one time, there would be more problems to deal with next.
"Okay, it's your turn." The crow looked at the owl, signaling that it's time for him to act.
The owl remained silent and did not move. It stared at the bucket for a long time. Bright red blood dangled in the bucket, and a bloody smell gradually filled the air, making people feel sick.
On the contrary, the monster lying on the ground seemed to smell blood, and began to make a weak but sharp cry.
"The monster can't wait," said the crow.
The owl also heard the call, he glanced at the bucket of blood hesitantly, and then said to the crow: "Yes, can I come by myself? I mean...alone."
"Don't do this, I have experience in medical care, it's dangerous for you to be alone." Crow persuaded him.
"No!" The owl sternly refused, and then seemed to realize that he had overreacted, and took a breath and said, "I won't be in any danger anymore."
The crow hesitated for a while. He seemed to have thought of something, so he decided not to embarrass the owl anymore, and compromised: "Okay, then it's up to you."
So the owl walked quickly into the toilet with the bucket alone, and heard the sound of him locking the door.
"Why does he want to be alone?" The two-headed snake was puzzled.
The crow thought for a while, then said hesitantly, "Maybe it's because of shyness?"
The owl stayed in the toilet for a long time, and finally came out, and the whole body looked normal, except for his paler face. But the blood in the bucket obviously increased a lot, but the blood also seemed a lot thicker.
"Are you okay?" Seeing him coming out, the crow asked with concern, and couldn't help but look up and down the owl: "Where did you cut?"
The owl reacted a little slowly and asked, "What?"
"I mean, when you bled, where did you cut?"
"Hmm... arm." The owl paused for a while before answering, keeping its head down.
The crow pursed his lips and stared at the owl's face intently: "Can I see it?"
"No, no need, I have already dealt with it myself." The owl said so, and moved the bucket over. The crow took it from him as a matter of course, feeling the weight of the bucket, he frowned worriedly.
The crow said, "How much blood did you bleed? This bucket is much heavier."
"Not much." The owl's face was as white as paper, and under the dim light, he lowered his head, looking like a corpse that had just been resurrected from the dead.
The crow trembled his lips, and was about to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He was silent for a while, and mocked himself: "This blood is a bit worse, it seems that I have to find trouble with that wolf, good luck."
The owl smiled at the crow after a long absence: "Good luck."
So the crow turned around, summoned up his courage and walked towards the wolf. The wolf probably knew about the crow's plan, but this time he was unexpectedly easy to negotiate with. Sitting next to the owl, he stared at the owl with eyes full of interest.
"I thought your blood was frozen." The wolf sneered at the owl.
The owl seemed uncomfortable, and did not make a big fight with the wolf, and replied coldly: "Shut up."
"That's not a good attitude." The wolf smiled, because he was sitting next to the owl. After he finished speaking, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the owl's arm. The movement was so fast that the owl had no time to react. , the wolf directly rolled up his sleeves, revealing the owl's pale-skinned arms.
"It's a pity, didn't you cut off this hand?" The wolf sighed, and the owl angrily shook off him and lowered the sleeve of his own arm.
"Do what you have to do, sir, and don't force me to continue beating you." The owl said this with malice.
Fortunately, this time the wolf didn't continue to tease him. After taking the sharp knife, he cut a long wound in the palm of his hand, and the sticky blood flowed down drop by drop and landed in the bucket. There, circles of ripples dripped on the bloody water.
The monster lying on the ground howled hoarsely. It seemed that it suddenly gained strength, and it opened its eyes. Its eyes were pitch black, the kind of eyes that had no whites, and were completely black and dry. Limbs flailing wildly, making it look downright creepy.
The wolf was thoughtful, half of the blood was drained, he stood up suddenly, spread his bleeding arm, and walked towards the monster, his blood dripped on the ground, and the smell of blood permeated the air , the monster was stimulated, he stopped waving his arms indiscriminately, but got up with difficulty, lying on the ground like a dog, staring at the wolf intently with his dark eyes.
Hungry and ferocious eyes.
Everyone around was horrified by this scene, and stepped back tacitly to watch. The monster didn't look at anyone else, just stared at the wolf. Mr. Wolf was not afraid at all, he was even laughing, he should be excited, he let his blood fall in front of the monster, and the monster just lay down Started to lick those bloodstains on the ground, the scene was bloody and disgusting.
The monster just licked all the way, licked the blood into the bucket, it let out a strange cry of joy, the voice was sharp and piercing, then it squatted on the side of the bucket, put its whole face into the bucket, and the surrounding people Everyone can clearly hear the sound of it greedily swallowing and licking.
"Damn it, I feel like vomiting." The two-headed snake clutched its stomach uncomfortably, and its already pale face became even paler due to excessive blood loss.
The crow who was looking at him was also pale. He couldn't help but pay attention to the owl, and found that the owl could no longer be described as paper-colored, and his skin even had a tinge of blue. But the owl is very calm, his expression seems to be getting less and less. When he was fighting with the wolf, he should be angry, but there was no ups and downs on his face.
The black cat looked as usual, although he had bled, but it didn't seem to affect him at all. As always, he was silent and dazed, or when the people around him were not paying attention to him, the black cat would carefully stare at the crow for a long time.
The wolf over there licked his palm, and by the way he tore a piece of cloth to bind the wound.
Everyone was waiting, waiting for the hungry monster to be full. The monster ate very quickly, holding the bucket and pouring it down in one gulp. The blood almost splashed all over its body, turning it into a bloody and skinny skeleton.
Finally, the monster seemed to be full. It threw the bucket and lay on the ground contentedly. It remained motionless for a long time. Seeing that it didn't respond at all, the crow felt a little anxious, and just took a step forward. The monster Suddenly bent over, lay there and began to vomit.
A stench filled the air, and the entire compartment was filled with this disgusting smell.
"I'm really fucking going to throw up." The double-headed snake stopped looking at the monster, frowning and covering his stomach. There are also crows who have the same movements as him. In fact, crows really can't stand this terrible scene and smell.
But three of the five people present did not change their faces. The evil wolf had a distorted personality, and he looked excitedly at where the monster was throwing up. The black cat was a bit unresponsive, and kept a dull face all the time, without being affected in the slightest.
The owl was really unaffected. He didn't seem to smell the stench at all, and his chest didn't rise and fall anymore. He stared straight at the monster lying on the ground, showing no expression at all.
"Those three guys aren't human, are they?" The double-headed snake pulled the crow to squat in a corner far enough away with an unbearable expression, and began to complain: "That guy code-named 'Wolf', from the first time I saw him , there is only one expression on his face, just grinning at you, an expression that is thinking about how to kill you all the time. I don't want to talk about the other two. expression!"
"The owl was not like this before." The crow frowned. He remembered that when he first woke up with the owl in the carriage, the other party's emotions were relatively rich... But as time went by, his expression began to become less .
"As for the black cat, this guy is quite mysterious and too silent. But he has a similarity to Mr. Wolf."
"What is similar?"
The crow paused, as if he was thinking about how to answer, and finally said after a long time: "How should I put it... there is a ferocious feeling."
"What about me?" The double-headed snake suddenly pointed at himself.
"You?" The crow looked up at the two-headed snake, and the two-headed snake smiled at him. The crow thought for a while, and replied very seriously: "... two... second-hand."
So the two-headed snake didn't speak, and stared at the crow gloomily. The crow was taken aback by his eyes, and said flatteringly, "Well, it's quite scary when you're not talking."
The two-headed snake immediately laughed again.
The two-headed snake is quite strange. When he is silent and expressionless, his aura feels very gloomy, especially those eyes, which are very powerful. But once he opened his mouth to speak, this gloomy aura disappeared, and he immediately became like a big brother next door.
How interesting, the crow thought silently in his heart.