blood fox

Chapter 16

In the sacrificial hall below, there are thousands of fox fairy tablets. Although they are arranged densely and the oil tank is only one finger wide, it is also as wide as a basketball court.

The oil tank is laid with stones, and then connected and twisted one by one. Before each tablet, a wick is set up to light the ever-burning lamp.

How much blood is this?

Not to mention whether it is enough to drain my blood, even if it is pumped, it is impossible to draw blood out all the time.

The blood will coagulate to a certain extent, even if it is put here, it may be half-stuck, and it is impossible to really fill the oil tank of the altar.

I glanced at Hu Sanniang, then turned my head to look at the tablets lined up behind me: "If I die here because you let me bleed, then the fox fairies on the tablets in this house will really die in vain."

"You asked Tang Ya to speak, saying that it was Ling Yuan's infatuation, and ordered them to sacrifice the land with blood, and let me be reincarnated, so that your family was almost wiped out? Do you believe this?" I reached out and touched the oil tank.

The grease remaining inside has become gelatinized, proving that the lamp has not been refueled for a long time.

Even the table was covered with a thin layer of dust.

Foxes are notoriously cunning and suspicious, no matter how high Ling Yuan's status in the fox clan is.

Just because of his infatuation for that Yun Miao, these fox fairies who have practiced for at least thousands or hundreds of years would voluntarily bump into rocks and bleed to death?
Let alone a fox, even a three-year-old can't be fooled.

And Ling Yuan is dead, even Hu Sanniang will say that time has passed and he doesn't want to save me.

How could those fox fairies be willing to bump their heads to death because of Ling Yuan's infatuation!
"But you are dying, this time is different from the previous few times, you are deeply trapped, you can't escape!" Hu Sanniang stretched out her finger towards me, and gently hooked it.

The white tender, even a little chubby fingertips immediately stretched out their sharp nails: "Ling Yuan asked you to give me the Jade Buddha, which is to give me your life. Do you have any other options besides trusting me?" ?”

"You are lucky too. Leukemia will not cause blood to clot, otherwise..." Her sharp nails were shining coldly, and her face still had an innocent smile: "I still have to ask Tang Ya to use a blood-drawing tool to take your blood. This whole body of blood has been drawn out."

I looked at her deeply, rolled up my sleeves, and handed her my wrist.

"Good boy." Hu Sanniang hooked her nails lightly: "You don't have to worry about whether your blood can fill this blood tank, it depends on your sincerity. Anyway, you asked to get Ling Yuan out, I know This is the only way, whether it can be done or not depends on how sincere your heart is."

"If you really die here, you can only blame yourself for not being sincere." Hu Sanniang retracted her fingers and smiled slyly at me.

A bright red gash was exposed, and blood dripped into the oil tank.

I rested my wrist on the oil tank and watched the blood flow down little by little: "What about the controlled residents of Lingyun Community?"

"Think about what to do with yourself first, and care about others." Hu Sanniang turned her fingertips and gently licked the blood on them.

"I'll have some supper first, and then I'll come see you." Turning around, she bounced and hummed a song before leaving.

If what happened to Qianhufen was true, she should really be happy now.

I rested my wrist on the edge of the oil tank, leaned against the table, and stared at Ling Yuan's tablet.

The font of his tablet is obviously different from other tablets.

And his surname is Ling?
The surnames commonly used by Hu Immortals should be those on the tablet at the back, Ling Yuan's name is simply incompatible with the ones at the back.

It doesn't matter if the name is different, maybe he chose it himself in order to look different.

Why are the fonts so different?

Generally, the fonts of the memorial tablets in the same sacrificial hall should be uniform, and Ling Yuan's tablet...

I carefully looked at the font on the tablet, but I still couldn't recognize what font it was.

But it's going to bleed more and more, build up in the oil tank, and start to flow.

Hu Sanniang is right, I have no other choice.

At the same time, I also know that Ling Yuan actually wants Hu Sanniang to save my life, just like the past few times when grandma protected me.

But this time it's really different. The gold collar is still in the police station, and if it doesn't work out, it will become famous again.

There are so many residents in Lingyun Community, what should we do?
Am I really going to continue killing people?

It is the best way for Ling Yuan, who sacrificed his blood to make Yun Miao reincarnate, let him solve these problems.

The oil tank is not deep. Because of my illness, the wound will not heal and coagulate automatically, and the blood has slowly flowed down the stone tank.

It was dimly lit down here, save for a few old-fashioned incandescent lamps on the wall.

The whole basement is very quiet, I can't sit down, my wrist can't rest on the oil tank, and the blood won't flow down.

So he could only stand by the table with Ling Yuan's tablet, watching the blood flow down the oil tank little by little, tracing Ling Yuan's name on the tablet little by little with his gaze.

The entire basement was eerily quiet.

I'm used to this kind of quietness. Grandma hid me in the cellar where other people put sweet potatoes for three days before, and it was so quiet.

It's just that the blood flowed a lot, and I started to feel dizzy, and my body also began to faint.

I looked in the direction of the blood flow, and I couldn't see where the blood flowed among the tablets lined up in a row.

But I know that it is really impossible to fill the oil tank of the entire sacrificial hall.

But Hu Sanniang can't let me really die!
If I die, her fellow clan who is full of sacrificial halls will really die in vain.

So I believe her!

I put my severed wrist on the oil tank, and with the other hand, I firmly grasped the corner of the table, forcing myself to stand.

He kept telling himself that even without bloodletting, his sudden illness would not be cured.

As long as Ling Yuan comes out, at least I can know why I always kill others.

Possibly, too, fix these things.

But as the blood flowed, my head became more and more dizzy, and I couldn't hold my fingers steady on the corner of the table. I just stretched out my legs and clamped the table legs, half lying on the table, watching the blood flow out drop by drop.

How much blood does the human body have?

But no matter how many there are, there won’t be thousands of foxes, right?

I'm afraid I can't pay off this blood debt.

I slowly felt the cold, and at the same time, the sound of the golden bell "ding dong" began to appear in my mind.

And Yang Hui complained and asked me to save her.

And the parents, screaming at me in hate.

They all yelled for me to die, and even wanted to kill me!

I was getting colder and colder, and my body was starting to become limp and weak, but my hands and feet were still pulling me hard, letting myself lean against the dusty table.

My eyes started to feel dizzy, and even the color of the blood in the oil tank seemed to turn black and white.

I tried hard to open my eyes, but I didn't know what the sincerity Hu Sanniang was talking about.

If I bleed dry and die here, will I still pay this debt? I don't know how to bear the blood debt.

In a daze, I seemed to watch the unlit wick on the side of my wrist jump for a while, and there seemed to be a little bit of fire flickering.

Then a dark flame ignited on the wick...

I looked at the slightly beating flame on the wick in surprise, and felt that I might really have lost too much blood and had hallucinations.

I tried to stand up with support, but my body was so limp that I couldn't make any effort.

With all his strength, he moved the bloodletting wrist to the side of the wick, and stretched out his fingers to touch the flame on the wick.

But with a slight movement of his fingers, he was pinched by two slender, white fingers.

(End of this chapter)