The edge of the sword broke through her skin, cutting open her blood vessels.
No blood spurted out, not even a sliver of blood flowed out, because there was basically no blood left in her body.
Chen Chang Sheng took the scabbard and used the opening of the scabbard to point at the wound on her neck.
With a slight movement of his spiritual sense, a line of blood came out of the scabbard, as if it had been created from nothingness.
The line of blood was extremely thin, seemingly even thinner than a strand of hair. It slowly poured into her blood vessels.
During the entire process, he was extremely cautious, and his spiritual sense was condensed to the extreme.
There was no sound.
There was only the smell.
The smell of his blood gradually spread throughout the spacious mausoleum.
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After an unknown amount of time, he put away the scabbard. His right index finger faintly emitted a chill, and he pressed it against Xu You Rong's neck. After a while, confirming that her blood vessels and wound had been sealed by extremely fine ice shards, he began to treat his own wound.
The wound on his wrist could clearly be seen, and even the bone could be faintly seen. It slowly healed, or perhaps it was sealed by ice.
There were still some bloodstains beside the wound. He remembered what his senior brother had told him in private. After a moment of hesitation, he raised his wrist to his lips and began to carefully lick it, just like a young beast licking its milk.
Back then, his senior brother had once told him that if he was injured and bled, he must use this method. Only by eating the blood into his stomach could the smell of the blood not continue to spread. Other than that, no matter how much water was used to wash it, how much sand was used to bury it, or even if he burned it with fire, the smell would not disappear.
This was the first time Chen Chang Sheng had tasted his own blood. In the previous battles, he had almost spat out blood many times, and then forcefully swallowed it down. However, at that time, the blood was only in his throat, but this time, the blood was on his tongue.
As it turned out, his blood was sweet.
He thought to himself.
The taste really was very good.
It really was delicious.
It really was delicious.
He still wanted to eat some more.
Suddenly, he woke up. His entire body was covered in sweat, which then froze into frost. Previously, he had actually licked faster and faster, harder and harder, like a young beast greedily licking the milk mixed with the blood of its dead mother.
If he had not woken up so quickly, he might have even licked the wound on his wrist open.
The mausoleum was deathly silent.
Only after a long time would there be a light breeze.
The frozen beads of sweat on the ground rolled slowly, making a rolling sound.
He leaned against the stone pillar tiredly, his face unusually pale.
Because he had lost too much blood, and also because of fear.
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When he was ten years old, his soul was expelled from his body along with his sweat, causing a phenomenon in the world. In the mountain behind Xining Village that was shrouded in clouds and mist, there was an unknown and terrifying life spying on him. From that night onwards, he knew that there was something wrong with his body. It wasn't that he was sick, but that his soul was the most delicious fruit for many living beings. It was an irresistible temptation.
— If the world finds out about the abnormality of your blood, you will die, and you will definitely face a fate worse than death.
His Senior Brother had said these words to him on the second day of the night when he was ten. At that time, Senior Martial Brother took a long time to express the meaning of this sentence clearly. Because his arms were very sore and weak, he always made mistakes when making gestures.
He asked his senior brother why it was like this. Senior Martial Brother was silent for a very long time. He told him that it was because last night, he had been fanning himself the entire time, wanting to fan away the smell that had seeped out of his body as quickly as possible.
He asked his senior brother why he was doing this. Senior Martial Brother was silent for a very long time, and then he told him that last night, he had smelled that smell for a very long time, and suddenly wanted to suck his blood dry, wanted to eat him.
In Chen Changsheng's heart, Senior Yu Ren was the bravest person in the world, the person who treated him the best. If Senior Martial Brother wanted him to die, he could die, but if Senior Martial Brother wanted to eat him …
He thought for a very long time, but he still felt that this matter was too terrifying.
The blood that flowed in his body was a delicacy that all living beings yearned for. To the person involved, this was naturally not a good thing. So he did not like his own blood. One could even say that he loathed it, or perhaps even feared it. Because of this state of mind, he would never think about this matter. Sometimes, he would even subconsciously forget what was so special about his blood.
In the morning after that night, the soul that had seeped out of his body and entered his blood, no longer emitting a sliver. However, that loathing and fear still remained in the depths of his sea of consciousness.
After coming to the capital, he believed that he had already distanced himself from those terrifying memories. He could feel that the smell of his blood seemed to be fading. Yet on that morning after viewing all the monoliths of the front mausoleum in one night in the Mausoleum of Books, when he guided starlight for Purification for the first time, he shockingly discovered that everything seemed to have returned to that night when he was ten years old.
He did not want to experience that night again, did not want to sense the unknown spying from the clouds.
Thus, he became even more cautious. When he was heavily injured in battle and wanted to vomit blood, even if he had to brave the danger, he would swallow it back at the first moment. No matter how powerful his opponent was, he no longer dared to completely burn the lake water outside his Ethereal Palace, because he was afraid that it would be like that time in the underground space, where he would be blasted into a bloody mess by true essence.
He could not bleed, he could not let others smell his blood. This was something he did not need to think about, but it was a matter of the highest importance.
It was even more important than his life.
Because he had always remembered his senior's warning.
But today, in this mausoleum, he did not listen to his senior's warning.
Because he wanted to save someone.
He looked at the sleeping Xu Yourong and revealed a satisfied smile. Because she was poisoned, her face had always been somewhat swollen. At this moment, the swollen had clearly decreased by a lot, and her elegant eyes became even clearer.
Most importantly, her face, which was as pale as snow, gradually regained some color.
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In a place very far from Zhou Dufu's mausoleum, there was an old temple. If one counted the first sacrificial temple from a thousand li away, then this old temple should be the ninth. This also meant that the distance to Zhou Dufu's mausoleum was only two hundred li.
This was something that even a child who had just started learning could calculate clearly, so Nanke and the others naturally would not make a mistake. The zither-playing old man sighed with emotion, "I never thought that there would be a day in my life where I could see the Mausoleum of Zhou with my own eyes."
Teng Xiaoming carried a pole and gazed at the black protrusion that could faintly be seen in the distant sky. He, who had always been silent and dull, had an excited expression at this moment. As for his wife, Liu Wan 'er, and the two demon beauties, they were even more so.
After several dozen days of bitter walking, even these demon experts felt that it was somewhat exhausting. However, when they thought about how Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng were just ahead waiting to die, and more importantly, that the end of the White Grass Path might very well be the legendary Mausoleum of Zhou, what did this kind of hardship count for?
Suddenly, the White Grass Path began to tremble slightly. The source of the trembling came from the depths of the vast plain behind them.
The zither-playing old man was slightly astonished. He turned around and looked towards the plain, and said with a serious expression, "The monsters seem to be somewhat restless."
Suddenly, his expression changed drastically. He opened his mouth, but was so shocked that he could not speak. The Demon General couple also saw the strange phenomenon in the sky. The Qi on their bodies suddenly rose to the limit that the Garden of Zhou could contain!
A shadow appeared in the sky above the plain. The shadow was so large that it seemed to cover half the sky. This shadow was currently moving slowly. From a distance, it seemed like a pair of incomparably huge wings.
Nanke looked at the shadow in the sky and furrowed her brows. "Even the Heavenly Peng is somewhat crazy. Just what has happened?"
She did not know that the source of the restlessness of the monsters in the plain came from the depths of the mausoleum two hundred li away. In the depths of the mausoleum, a youth had cut open his own wrist, and fresh blood was exposed to the air. The smell of blood diffused through the plain. It was already extremely faint, but it was still enough to make the monsters of this world feel an incomparably crazy desire.
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Around the mausoleum, there were extremely ingeniously designed ventilation channels and light channels. There was no need to worry about rain pouring in through those channels, but it allowed fresh wind and light to enter. It was also unknown what Zhou Dufu was thinking when he ordered the design of his own mausoleum. Could it be that after death, people still needed to breathe fresh wind and enjoy the bright and beautiful spring scenery?
Chen Changsheng could not understand, but through the change in the light and the humidity in the air, he confirmed that it should be the morning of the next day. Moreover, the rain outside the mausoleum should have stopped.
Just at this moment, Xu Yourong finally woke up.
Chen Changsheng looked at her and smiled.
She did not smile. She stared blankly at him and asked, "You poured your own blood into my body?"
Chen Changsheng said, "To be more accurate, I poured my own blood into your arteries."
Xu Yourong was somewhat helpless, somewhat sad, and somewhat tired. She said, "Although I don't know what method you used to do all this, do you think this will work? I've said it before, my blood … "
"Yes, this will work."
Without waiting for her to finish, Chen Changsheng said with a smile. His face was somewhat pale, and his expression was somewhat weary. However, his eyes were very bright, very clean, and very confident, like the rising sun. Although it was covered by the clouds, its brilliance did not diminish.
Seeing his expression, Xu Yourong had a thought that even she did not believe. She muttered, "This will also work?"
"It seems to work."
Chen Changsheng walked to her side, and observed the wound on her neck. Then he said, "Feel it yourself."
Xu Yourong was somewhat at a loss. She subconsciously observed herself according to his words, and discovered that her blood was actually not as dried up as it was before she fainted. Although it was not as abundant as usual, and was still rather thin, it could at least guarantee … that she was alive.
How important it was to be alive, how good it was, the most important, the best.
However, why was she able to survive?
Just what was going on?
At this moment, the blood flowing through her body should clearly be his blood, but why was it like her own blood, without any difference?
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(At least right now, it can be confirmed that Chen Changsheng's blood type is O … Tomorrow is Monday. My dear fellow, don't forget to vote for me. Thank you.)
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