The blood flowed out in an instant.
Ye Wushuang turned his left arm very ably, letting the blood run down the arm, dripping into the concave stone without any drop. Only when the concave part was full of scarlet color, he hurriedly tore a piece of the bandage on his body, and firmly twisted the wound. After seeing the wound no longer bleeding, he nodded in satisfaction, then stretched out his tongue, and licked the remaining blood on his arm cruelly.
After putting down his sleeves, Ye Wushuang waited until he felt the pain on his arm gradually numb, and then carefully held the bowl-shaped concave stone and crawled back along the original road with both legs and one hand. The little fat man was silent at this time, except for Ye Wushuang who yelled twice when he left initially, and then it seemed that he didn't want to waste his energy. The little fat man lying on his back would feel like sleeping well.
If he could not see the ups and downs of his chest, his whole person would be completely extinguished.
Zuo Wei and the others also closed their eyes at this time, trying their best to preserve even a trace of physical strength. After Ye Wushuang sighed heavily in his heart, he climbed up to the little fat man, and then gently bumped him with his hand. When the little fat man opened his eyes, Ye Wushuang immediately took the bowl of blood, which looked almost 100 milliliters of blood. , Sent it to the little fat man and said: "Drink some, I just got it with the little mecha."
When the little fat man first saw the blood in Ye Wu's hands, he was still full of doubts, but Ye Wushuang took the lead and said the answer to the question in his heart. This naturally won’t make Little Fatty have any doubts. He looked at Sun Feifei and others on the left and right. Little Fatty was not welcome. After taking the bowl, he took a sip, and then he was like Ye Wushuang in every way. Climb to the nearest Zuo Wei.
Just like Ye Wushuang's tone of speaking with Little Fatty, Little Fatty said to Zuo Wei warmly: "The boss just injured an unknown creature with Little Mecha. This is the blood that the boss finally got. Drink Just a little bit."
Zuo Wei was taken aback, opened his eyes and looked at Ye Wushuang before taking the small bowl in Little Fatty's hand. But he obviously didn't mean to drink any more. Like the little fat man, he climbed up to Fang Qingwen and repeated what the little fat man had just said to him. Fang Qingwen was obviously not a stubborn person. After hearing that she shot a grateful look at Ye Wushuang, she picked up the small stone bowl, took a careful sip, and handed it to Sun Feifei.
Sun Feifei opened her eyes and watched the blood rippling in the bowl. She couldn't help frowning, then shook her head and said softly: "You should drink it. I was born afraid of blood, let alone drink it. Seeing this blood, I have not only a little appetite, but also a faint feeling of nausea. If I drink it forcibly but vomit it out, I am afraid that this precious blood will be wasted. This is not beautiful."
Zuo Wei looked at Sun Feifei, then turned to Ye Wushuang and said, "Boss."
Ye Wushuang naturally understood the meaning of his words, and he pondered slightly. He crawled beside Sun Feifei without speaking. After staring at Sun Feifei for a long time, he suddenly reached out his right hand quickly and pinched Sun Feifei’s teeth. Before he could resist, he immediately picked up the stone bowl in Fang Qingwen's hand and poured it into Sun Feifei twice before shouting in a cold voice: "Drink it!"
"Uh... Uh!" The blood flowed to Sun Feifei's throat, and her neck squirmed a few times immediately, subconsciously trying to spit out the blood. Fortunately, Ye Wushuang saw the opportunity early, and squeezed her jaw and twisted his hand slightly. , He sealed Sun Feifei’s cracked upper and lower mouths. When Sun Feifei stared at him, Ye Wushuang’s eyes flashed, and with awe-inspiring coercion, Sun Feifei just swallowed these two small mouths of blood. .
Seeing Sun Feifei swallowing the blood, Ye Wushuang gave up. He turned his head and looked at the stone bowl. There was still a small bit of solidified blood. He immediately stuffed the stone bowl into Zuowei's hand, and said in a very serious tone: "There is also One point, you can drink it."
Zuo Wei was taken aback, and then asked again: "Boss, what about you?"
"I've already drunk it." Ye Wushuang pointed to the traces of blood remaining on his lips. After gestured to Zuowei, he turned his body stupidly, and quietly crawled towards the wall next to the mine, and then Sit down weakly.
The crawling and activities just now cost him nearly 60% of his few physical strengths. He forced Sun Feifei to drink the blood. Now, seeing Zuo Wei also drank the blood in the bowl, he suddenly felt a surge of tiredness, and he couldn't help but want to close his eyes and take a good night's sleep. Forced to resist the drowsiness in his heart, he squeezed his thigh a few times, and secretly shouted to himself: "You can't sleep, you must not sleep!"
When you sleep, there is endless darkness.
For this kind of experience, Ye Wushuang was naturally too familiar with it. Initially on Lan Lin star, every time he encountered a similar predicament, he drank his own blood to temporarily alleviate the urgent need. Although he knew that this approach was just drinking a dove to quench thirst, but in the current situation, there is no way to make everyone's hope of survival a little longer.
Thoughts such as sacrificing me and letting the rest of my friends live, actually did not appear in his head.
Ye Wushuang is not that great. He just subconsciously feels that at this time, he must let everyone eat or drink to refresh the spirits of the few people, just like the allusion of Wangmei quenching thirst in the book, although here There are no creatures, but the few people who drink the blood will always expect subconsciously, maybe after a while, another creature will pass by here, so that they can kill and eat it.
The human body is a kind of mystery and mystery. How much potential a person can have, from ancient times to the present, there is no one and no machine that can give or test a correct standard.
Ye Wushuang prayed in his heart that everyone would live, but he kept pinching his thighs, forcing him not to just fall asleep. He hadn't drunk water or eaten for a few days, his body had become very weak, and after he released his own blood in this way, his whole body state became even more unbearable. But even so, he didn't think that what he did just now was the slightest mistake.
Everything is for survival.
This is not the first time he has released his blood to drink, and perhaps it is not the last time.
Some people may think that this is too bloody, but Ye Wushuang, who has done this on Lan Lin Star, did not notice the slightest error. Even after Zuo Wei drank the blood in the stone bowl, he crawled up to him with a solemn face, but he couldn't notice anything wrong.
Like Ye Wushuang, Zuo Wei leaned against the wall of the mine. After everyone was quiet again, he stuck his head to the side of Ye Wushuang's ear, and asked in a low voice as much as possible: "Boss, tell the truth. I, what blood you gave us to drink just now?"
"The blood of a creature, I saw it as soon as I climbed over there, and then combined with the small mecha to injure it, and received such a small bowl of blood." Ye Wushuang obviously didn't want Zuo Wei to know what happened just now. According to his cognition, people will never drink the blood of their own kind. Only invaders of a certain age will do such things when they are hungry and thirsty. And those who can do such things are all given the title of beast.
Beast, this is obviously an unpleasant phrase.
When Ye Wushuang didn't want to be called by others, Zuo Wei said solemnly in his ear: "Boss, do you know that at least a few of what you said just now cannot be established, or do not conform to it? Logical place."
"Oh?" Ye Wushuang was reminded by Zuo Wei, and suddenly forgot his sleepiness, turned his head and stared at Zuo Wei scorchingly.
Zuo Wei didn't care about Ye Wushuang's gaze at all, and even his solemn expression didn't change at all. He straightened up a finger and said calmly, "One, it's hard to say whether there are creatures in this cave, besides. Even if there are creatures, depending on the abilities of you and the small mecha, you will not only injure that creature, but also allow that creature to escape your sight.
"Second." Zuo Wei pointed his finger up again and said: "Even if the creature was only injured by you, it still has the ability to escape, but how do you explain the matter of receiving blood with that stone bowl? I am obviously It’s impossible to believe that an injured creature will allow you to pick up its blood with a stone bowl. Whenever a creature is injured, its first thought must be to escape. Even if the blood is spilled on the ground, it will definitely not let you go. I wish others will catch again"
After a pause, Zuo Wei continued: "Third, if you can catch the creature and catch the blood, then according to your personality, you definitely won't let that creature have a chance to escape. And now everyone is in the situation, You are naturally very clear. After encountering a creature, your first reaction must be to kill it, and then take its corpse back to eat meat for everyone, and the blood is used to quench thirst. But obviously, you did not Bring back the body of the creature."
Ye Wushuang looked at Zuo Wei, smiled and shook his head, but didn't intend to explain anything to him.
Zuo Wei looked at Ye Wushuang's expression, and was also silent for a while, but after a long time, he suddenly gritted his teeth, and then grabbed Ye Wushuang's left arm. Before he could react, he pulled Ye Wushuang's left sleeve. Give it a shot to the end.
"That blood is the blood you released on yourself!" Zuo Wei's eyes kept changing, but his mouth kept sucking cold breath. After seeing the bandage on Ye Wushuang's left arm, he understood everything.
He never thought that under such circumstances, someone would do such a thing. Although he had also heard the story of cutting stock in the ancient times, he was just a little disdainful at that time. Now this real scene appears in front of him, Zuo Wei only feels the throbbing in his chest, even himself. I don't know exactly what kind of feeling I feel at this moment in my heart.
Ye Wushuang smiled faintly, and said as if he didn't have that thing in his heart: "It's nothing. I used this method to save my life a long time ago. Now I have encountered such a desperate situation and used it again. , It’s just a matter of course. None of us knows how long it will take for Chu Yunxiang and others to find here, but one thing is certain is that as long as we live longer, the chances of survival will be much greater. "
"I understand." Zuo Wei finally calmed down the turmoil in his heart. After calming down, he looked at the little fat man and the two women who were a little farther away, then gritted his teeth, Yang Yang Yang Yang's stone bowl in his hand asked Ye Wushuang: "Boss, let me come next time!"
"Can you hold it?" Although Ye Wushuang's voice was weak, his expression was very cold.
Zuo Weili looked at Ye Wushuang, and then nodded firmly, "I know, the boss wants to give everyone some hope. But your blood is limited after all, and under such circumstances, no matter what you do. It’s for survival. As long as we can get out of here alive together, I think it’s worth everything we do. Together, two people are better than one.”
"It's up to you." Ye Wushuang sighed softly. He didn't mean to let everyone know early in his heart, but Zuo Wei was very alert to discover the truth. For Ye Wushuang, it felt somewhat relaxed. After all, if he was only bleeding blood by himself, then he might have become a dead body when Chu Yunxiang arrived and rescued everyone.
Now that Zuo Wei helped him, Ye Wushuang's pressure would naturally be reduced a lot.
Death, in fact, was not terrible in Ye Wushuang's heart, but when he could not die, he naturally hoped that he could live longer. This is not only his own thoughts, I believe that everyone has the mind to hope that they can live longer.
Continuing to spend time in this luminous mine, Ye Wushuang and the others are also lazy to calculate the number of days, anyway, there is basically no difference between counting and not counting days like this. Before Chu Yunxiang and the others still could not find here, all the calculations were useless, so they could not bring more opportunities for their survival. Gradually, the little fat man couldn't bear it anymore.
He even didn't care about his physical strength. After he was extremely hungry, he crawled around on all fours, and his whole body was very anxious.
Ye Wushuang knew that after a person was hungry to a certain level, the false fire would inevitably rise, and a kind of irritating emotion would be generated in his heart. For Ye Wushuang who had experienced this, the actions of Little Fatty naturally made him understand. And he also knows another point, that is, after such anxious noise, if there is still no food, all kinds of illusions will be produced in the consciousness, and then people will die in this illusion, distorted. .
Some people of the same race on the Lan Lin star died of extreme hunger under the desperate situation of being besieged by the undead. Ye Wushuang is no stranger to such a situation, and every time he encounters such a situation, he can't help but release his blood, wanting to prolong the lives of his compatriots. It was the same this time. When the little fat man crawled around anxiously, Ye Wushuang subconsciously touched the stone bowl next to him.
"Boss, I'll come!" A palm firmly blocked Ye Wushuang, and Zuo Wei who didn't know when to open his eyes, scanned the crowd for a few times, and quickly picked up the blood-stained stone bowl on the ground. It’s just that at this moment, it seems that he can’t do the same as Ye Wushuang last time, and he still has the strength to crawl far away to avoid everyone’s sight. Under Ye Wushuang’s astonishment, Zuo Wei just leaned a little and hid behind him. Resolutely cut his left arm with his nails.
"Tick! Tick!"
Ye Wushuang could clearly hear the sound of blood flowing down Zuo Wei's arm and then dripping into the stone bowl.
At this time, Ye Wushuang didn't have the slightest bit of intolerance. The cold iron blood that had been trained early in his life and death, even after he heard this voice, there was an inexplicable tyrannical pleasure gradually rising in his heart. Looking back at Zuo Wei a little, Ye Wushuang thought that when the blood on his arm was flowing down like water, he also started to have some false fire rising. Otherwise, relying on his steely will, he would definitely not have any distracting thoughts in his heart. Correct.
"Enough!" Zuo Wei groaned in a low voice behind, and Ye Wushuang remembered that it was time to bandage him. Tore off a bandage from his chest, he quickly spawned a circle on Zuo Wei's left arm, and then pressed the acupuncture point on Zuo Wei's arm so that the blood could no longer seep from the wound, Ye Wushuang sighed softly. He sighed and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He pointed his finger at the blood remaining on his left arm and licked it cleanly.
Zuo Wei obviously knew that at this time, any liquid was extremely precious. After licking the blood on his arm, he handed the stone bowl to Ye Wushuang. Ye Wushuang didn't plan to drink more, but after moisturizing his lips with blood, he handed the stone bowl back to Zuowei. Zuo Wei obviously did not expect that one day, he would drink his own blood. After hesitating for a long time, he took a painful sip before he began to move his limbs with difficulty, crawling towards the little fat man and the others.
"Zuo Wei, you also got a bowl of blood, get it quickly!" The anxious little fat man would no longer be humble. Last time he just took a sip, but this time he took the bowl in Zuo Wei's hand. He dried the blood for nearly a third before stopping, licking the bright red on his lips as if he didn't know enough, and the little fat man was holding the bowl and doing the relay transportation like last time.
This time, Fang Qingwen was also unrelenting. Even Sun Feifei, who hated blood, took the bowl and licked the last trace of blood in the stone bowl. Then she remembered something and asked Zuowei: "What about the boss? Has the boss drank it yet?"
Zuo Wei smiled bitterly with a pale face, and after nodding weakly, he took the stone bowl and began to crawl towards Ye Wushuang. Only before Zuo Wei had climbed two steps, Feifei Sun immediately gave a "Huh" and asked: "Zuo Wei, why are you still dripping blood on your arm? What's the matter?"
After speaking, Feifei Sun crawled over curiously and lifted Zuo Wei's sleeves...