Jianfeng pierced her skin and cut open her blood vessels.
No blood spattered out, not even a trace of blood flowed out, because the blood in her body was almost gone.
Chen Changsheng took the scabbard and aimed it at the wound on her neck.
The consciousness moved slightly, and a line of blood came out of the scabbard, more like it was born from nothingness.
That line of blood was very thin, it seemed to be thinner than a strand of hair, and it slowly poured into her blood vessels.
During the whole process, he was very cautious, and his spiritual consciousness was condensed to the extreme.
There is no sound.
Only taste.
The smell of his blood gradually spread in the empty tomb.
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I don't know how long it took, he retracted the scabbard, a faint chill appeared between the index finger of his right hand, and he pressed it against Xu Yourong's neck. After a while, he confirmed that her blood vessels and wounds had been sealed with tiny ice chips , began to deal with his own wounds.
The clearly visible, even faintly visible bone wound between the wrists healed slowly, or it was sealed by ice.
There were still some blood stains beside the wound. He remembered what his senior brother had told him in private, hesitated for a moment, raised his wrist to his lips, and began to lick it carefully, like a cub licking milk.
At the beginning, the senior brother once said to him that this method must be used after being injured and bleeding. Only in this way, eating the blood into the abdomen can stop the smell of blood from spreading. No matter how much water is washed, no amount of sand is used to bury it, even if it is burned with a big fire, the smell cannot disappear.
This was the first time Chen Changsheng tasted his own blood. In previous battles, he almost vomited blood many times before being forcibly swallowed, but at that time the blood was only in his throat, but this time, the blood was on his tongue.
It turned out that my own blood was sweet.
he thought so.
It tastes really good.
It looks delicious.
really tasty.
Still want to eat some more.
Suddenly he woke up, drenched in sweat, and then frozen into frost. Before, he was licking faster and harder, like a cub greedily licking his dead mother's milk mixed with blood.
If he didn't wake up quickly, he might even lick open the wound on his wrist.
There was a dead silence in the mausoleum.
For a long time, there will be a breeze.
The frozen beads of sweat on the ground rolled slowly, making a bone-like sound.
He was leaning against the stone pillar wearily, his face extremely pale.
Because he bled so much, and because of fear.
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When he was ten years old, his soul was expelled from his body with sweat, which attracted the vision of heaven and earth. In the mountain shrouded in clouds and mist behind Xining Town, there was an unknown and terrifying life peeking out. From that night on, he knew that there was something abnormal in his body, not because he was sick, but because his soul was the most delicious fruit and an irresistible temptation for many beings.
——If the world discovers the abnormality of your blood, you will die, and you will definitely usher in a more tragic ending than death.
When the senior brother said this to him, it was the second day of his ten-year-old year. At that time, it took the brother a long time to express the meaning of this sentence clearly, because his arms were so weak and his gestures were always wrong.
He asked his brother why this happened. The senior brother was silent for a long time, and told him that it was because he had been fanning himself last night, trying to fan away the smell from his body as soon as possible.
He asked his brother why he did this. The senior brother was silent for a long time before telling him that last night, he had smelled that smell for a long time, and suddenly wanted to suck his blood clean and eat him.
In Chen Changsheng's mind, Yu Ren, his senior brother, is the bravest person in the world and the one who treats himself best. If senior brother wants to die by himself, he can die himself, but if senior brother wants to eat himself...
After thinking about it for a long time, he still felt that this matter was too scary.
The blood flowing in the body is the delicacy that all life longs for. For the person concerned, this is of course not a good thing. So he doesn't like his own blood, it can even be said to loathe it, or it can be said to be afraid. Because of this mentality, he never thinks about it, and sometimes even subconsciously forgets that his blood is special.
In the early morning after that night, the overflowing soul gathered into his body and entered his blood, and never let out a trace, but that loathing and fear still stayed in the deepest part of his sea of consciousness.
After arriving in Kyoto, he thought he was far away from that horrible memory, and he could feel the smell of his blood seem to be fading. However, in the early morning after seeing all the tombstones in the Tianshu Mausoleum overnight, he used the starlight to wash his marrow for the first time in the daytime, but he was shocked to find that everything seemed to be going back to the night when he was ten years old.
He didn't want to experience that night again, and didn't want to perceive the unknown peeping in the clouds again.
So he became more cautious. When he was seriously injured in the battle and wanted to vomit blood, even if he was in danger, he had to swallow it as soon as possible. No matter how powerful the opponent was, he no longer dared to burn the lake outside the Youfu, because he was worried that he would be bloody and bloody from being blown up by the real yuan again like the time in the underground space.
Not to bleed, not to let his blood be smelled, this is something he doesn't need to think about, but regards it as the highest standard.
Even more important than his life.
Because he always remembered his brother's warning.
But today in this mausoleum, he didn't heed his brother's warning.
Because he wants to save people.
He looked at Xu Yourong who was sleeping soundly, and showed a satisfied smile. Because of the poisoning, her face had always been swollen. At this time, the swollenness was obviously reduced a lot, and her beautiful eyebrows and eyes became more clear.
The most important thing is that her pale as snow face, at this time gradually gave birth to a few traces of blood.
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Far away from Zhou Dufu's mausoleum, there is an old temple. If counting from the first first worship temple thousands of miles away, this old temple should be the ninth. This also means that it is only two hundred miles away from Zhou Dufu's mausoleum.
This is something that even young children can figure out clearly, so naturally Nanke and the others will not be mistaken. The old man playing the piano said with emotion: "I didn't expect that I would see Zhou Ling with my own eyes in my life."
Teng Xiaoming was carrying the burden, looking at the faintly visible black protrusions under the sky in the distance. He, who has always been known for being dull and silent, looked a little excited at this time. As for his wife Liu Wan'er, and those two demon beauties, they were even more in this way.
Dozens of days of asceticism, even these strong demons feel a little hard. But thinking that Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng were waiting to die in front, and more importantly, the end of the White Grass Road might be the legendary Zhou Tomb, so what is this kind of hard work
Suddenly, the White Grass Road vibrated slightly, and the source of the vibration came from the depths of the vast grassland behind.
The old man playing the piano felt slightly surprised, turned around and looked into the grassland, and said solemnly: "The monsters seem to be a little restless."
Suddenly, his expression changed dramatically, he opened his mouth, but was shocked and speechless. The Demon General and his wife also saw the vision in the sky, and the aura on their bodies suddenly rose to the peak that Zhou Garden could accommodate!
A shadow appeared in the sky above the prairie. The shadow was so huge that it seemed to cover half of the sky. This shadow is moving slowly, looking from a distance, it looks like a pair of huge wings.
Nanke looked at the shadow in the sky, frowned and said, "Even Tianpeng is a little crazy, what happened?"
She didn't know that the source of the prairie monster's restlessness came from the depths of the mausoleum two hundred miles away. In the depths of that mausoleum, a young man cut his wrist, and the blood was exposed in the air. The smell of blood, diffused in the grassland, has faded to the extreme, but it is still enough to make the monsters in this world have an insane desire.
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Around the mausoleum, there are extremely ingeniously designed air passages and light passages. Unexpectedly, rainwater will pour in from those passages, but fresh wind and light can come in. I don't know what Zhou Dufu thought when he ordered the design of his own mausoleum. Do people still need to breathe fresh wind and enjoy the bright spring after death
Chen Changsheng couldn't figure it out, but through the changes in the light and humidity in the air, he confirmed that it should be the next morning, and the rain outside the mausoleum should have stopped.
At this time, Xu Yourong finally woke up.
Chen Changsheng looked at her and smiled.
She didn't smile, she looked at him blankly and asked, "You poured your own blood into my body?"
Chen Changsheng said: "It is more accurate to say that I poured my own blood into your veins."
Xu Yourong was a little helpless, a little sad, a little tired, and said, "Although I don't know what method you used to do all this, do you think it's possible? I said, my blood..."
"Yes, that will work."
Before she finished speaking, Chen Changsheng said with a smile. His face was a little pale, and his expression was a little tired, but his eyes were bright, clean, and confident, like a newborn sun, although it was covered by clouds and mist, its brilliance remained undiminished.
Seeing his expression, Xu Yourong had a thought that he didn't even believe, and murmured, "It's okay like this?"
"It seems to work."
Chen Changsheng walked to her side, observed the wound on her neck, and said, "Feel it yourself."
Xu Yourong was a little dazed, and subconsciously followed his words to look at himself, and found that his blood was really not as dry as it was before he fell asleep. Although it was not as abundant as usual, it was still a little thin, but at least it could guarantee... alive.
To be alive, how important, how good, the most important, the best.
Just, why can I survive
What exactly is going on
At this moment, the blood flowing in her body should be his blood, but why is it like her own blood, without any difference
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