"What? Potion?" Niantong said excitedly.
Bao Ye said: "It's not the potion, it's the blood of the slaves. They drank the potion I gave, and the potion's power has penetrated into their blood, which made the slaves' health improve and also played a role in resistance. People who draw some blood and give it to slaves in other cities can save their lives."
"It's great, I'll go to the slaves to ask for blood." Nian Tong was happy for less than two seconds, and his face fell again: "How much blood does one person need to draw? We have less than 100 in Bow City. Wan's slaves, the surrounding towns add up to 10 million people, how can we save them?"
Before he came, he was too naive, thinking that it would be enough to find Baoye and get the potion. He never thought that even if Baoye had the potion, it would be impossible to save so many people.
"Two hundred drops of blood is not much, it would be difficult for everyone to volunteer."
In the case that everyone is willing to lose blood, as long as each person donates 200 drops of blood, it is almost the same.
Nian Tong is very aware of the temperament of slaves. Under the long-term torture of slave owners and the games of gods, many slaves have very dark characters. They are afraid of death and are selfish and callous. They can only see themselves in their eyes. It has nothing to do with them, now asking them to donate blood is like killing them, especially now that the slaves] are not hungry, and it is impossible for them to donate blood voluntarily.
Alas, he can understand them too, if it wasn't for his eldest brother begging him, he wouldn't mind his own business.
Bao Ye said, "It's better than nothing. Where is your eldest brother now?"
"He is hiding outside the city now. He is a slave from another city. Our security team won't let him in."
"Then don't tell your eldest brother about this matter. We will find him after we find all the slaves to donate blood." Bao Ye worried that if this matter spread, slaves in other cities would have bad thoughts and come to slaughter Gongcheng's slaves. slaves to save their lives.
Niantong is also aware of the seriousness of the matter, and of course he will not say nonsense: "I will first find slaves from Beicheng to donate blood."
Bao Ye nodded: "Then I will start looking for slaves to donate blood from our construction site, and then I will look for slaves in Nancheng District to help."
Nian Tong was surprised that he would take the initiative to help: "Thank you."
After he left, Dongling Ce transmitted a voice to Bao Ye and asked him to come to the office.
Baoye came to the office, and Tang Lingce, who was so bored that he was playing with the pen, saw Baoye's face, made a move, and the pen slipped from his hand.
He squinted his eyes: "You murdered?"
Bao Yechao said helplessly, "No."
"You framed, humiliated, beat, and hurt slaves?"
Bao Ye rolled his eyes: "Master, I'll be very sad if you treat me like this. You said before that I've changed a lot, but now you've made me so bad in just a few days?"
Donglingce didn't believe that he didn't do anything: "If you didn't do anything, how could the sarcoma on your face burst? It has become serious, and the chin has grown a sarcoma."
Baoye told him about Niantong's visit to him: "I had only one thought at the time that I couldn't help him, and the sarcoma exploded. Later, in order to verify whether the sarcoma on my face was as you said, I tried again. If I say something, if I don't do it, the sarcoma on my face will explode again before the words are finished."
Dongling Ce: "..."
Bao Ye walked up to him: "Master, I want to do an experiment."
Dong Lingce raised his eyebrows: "What experiment do you want to do?"
As soon as the words fell, Bao Ye suddenly raised his right hand and swiped it towards his face.
Tang Lingce quickly raised his hand and grabbed his wrist, sarcastically: "Hitting me is your experiment? Do you want to rebel
Bao Ye smiled and said, "I just want to see if there will be a sarcoma after beating someone."
"You won't find someone else to test it?"
"Other people don't have the patience for you."
Dongling Ce: "..."
Bao Ye raised another fist, and at the moment when Tang Lingce caught him again, he lowered his head suddenly, opened his mouth and bit the arm that grabbed his right hand.
This bite was so hard, it was like venting all the grievances he had suffered during this period of time on this arm, and soon he tasted the blood.
Tang Lingce was in pain and was about to lift his foot to kick the person. The next moment, the person disappeared in front of him, leaving Bao Ye in his ear to speak: "In your name, gather all the slaves and let them donate blood."
Looking at the beautiful tooth marks on his forearm, Dong Lingce frowned, he hadn't shed blood for many years.
That idiot drank his blood, and he felt good about it.
Bao Ye teleported from the office to the hole near the construction site, licked the two tiger teeth with the tip of his tongue, and said, "The blood of the gods is actually sweet, almost like drinking sugar water."
He touched his face again: "If there is no sarcoma, that means you can beat people?"
If you can't even fight, then you will really hold back the fire, and you can only be slaughtered by others.
Baoye came to the construction site to find the foreman, and asked the foreman to gather people in the name of Dongling Ce.
The foreman knew that he was with the master, so he did not doubt that all the slaves were gathered in the place to receive meals.
Bao Ye directly explained the purpose of his visit: "I brought you here because I want to tell you one thing. Many slaves in the nearby towns are infected with black spot disease. They need my potion to rescue them, but I gave all my potions to the bow. The slaves of the city, there is no potion to save the slaves of other towns, I thought of asking you to donate blood, your blood contains anti-black spot medicine, as long as each of you donate two hundred drops of blood. , it adds up to about ten milliliters, which is not too much, but two hundred drops of blood can save ten people, it depends on whether you are willing or not, this is all voluntary, not forcing you."
He didn't say the consequences if the slaves in the surrounding towns were not treated, because he wanted the slaves to take the initiative, hoped that they would be more caring, and didn't want to be selfless, but he didn't want them to be thrown away with all their goodness.
"Donating blood?" Everyone was talking about it. It was a very new thing for them, but it must be painful to bleed, and everyone was hesitant.
With a snap, the deacon threw out the whip: "Master wants you to donate blood, but you dragged along, do you want to die?"
Bao Ye sank his face: "I said, it's voluntary, if you don't want to, you can don't donate."
He didn't want to cause the slaves' dissatisfaction by doing a good thing.
It's a pity that the slaves were all frightened by the deacon, and they all hurriedly called to donate. Moreover, they were much better than the slaves outside. At least the master did not deduct their meals so that they could have enough to eat, so donating a little blood is nothing.
Bao Ye didn't say anything anymore when he saw that they didn't show any involuntary.
He returned to the office building and used magic to conjure up a large number of small glass bottles with a diameter of only seven millimeters and a height of three centimeters for the slaves to bring back to other slaves.
Each bottle contains only ten drops of blood, and all the bottles are filled and sent back to the office building.
Lao Liu, Nian Gao, and Wang Qiao heard that they disappeared, and volunteered to donate 200 drops of blood.
When it was time for work, Baoye went to the slaves in Nancheng District alone, which is the slave camp where he used to live.
With the concerted efforts of the slaves, the tents have all been built.
When everyone saw that Bao Ye was neither welcome nor indifference, most of them were curious about the purpose of his coming here.
Bao Ye told them what he said to the slaves on the construction site.
After listening to the slaves in Nancheng District, someone shouted: "The lives of slaves in other towns are none of our business. We can't eat enough now, how can there be any extra blood to save them, everyone, you say I say right?"
Everyone should say: "Yes!"
Another slave said: "If they give us food, we will donate blood to save them, or they will die."
Bao Ye had long expected that this time would not be as smooth as before: "Two hundred drops of blood is really not much for you, and the amount is less than one-twentieth of your urine. There are twenty drops of blood in Nancheng District. There are more than 10,000 slaves. If everyone came out to donate blood, more than two million slaves and more than two million lives could be saved, and they would not have to be tortured to death by illness. I hope you can change your mind and think about things. I thought the same as you that day. I didn't give you potions. What do you think will happen to you? Also, when you were suffering from black spot disease, do you also want someone to stand up to save you, slaves in other towns The thinking is the same as you did at the beginning. I saved you, and now it is my turn to need you. Similarly, you saved them, and maybe one day they will be needed to save you. If I didn’t save you then, I would also There are not so many potions to save people in other towns, if you don't save them, who will you turn to when you need help one day?"
Slaves: …
Everyone fell silent.
Suddenly, someone sneered: "Ugly slave, you are not pretending to be a good person. I feel very disgusted by the way you look. If you are so kind, why don't you donate blood yourself? Why don't you donate all your blood. ?"
Bao Ye followed his reputation, and it was Xiao Wei who used to build a tent with him.
The slaves who came with Xiaowei also shouted: "Yes, if you have the ability, donate your own blood. If you can do it, we will donate blood without saying a word."
Baoye looked at Xiaowei with a proud face and squinted: "I will definitely donate blood, but not all of it."
Xiaowei sneered: "If you don't even want to donate all your blood, don't pretend to be a good person. Also, you think that if you drink a little potion for us, you can make up for the things that you missed us in the past. Be the bad guy."
Bao Ye looked at him indifferently: "Yes, I admit that I have done many things that people and gods are angry with before, but who hasn't done something wrong? "
"Are you? Or the people present dare to say that they have never done anything that is sorry for others? Ask yourself, have you ever robbed other people's food, have you teamed up with others to beat other slaves? You have never done anything sorry to others. Who among those present dares to say that he has lived a life of integrity and that he can sit upright since he was born?"
The stern questioning made everyone speechless, and suddenly the scene was silent.