blood rose in his heart

39 Blood Sacrifice

Su Baixi quickly responded——

"me!"

But because the palm was pierced, she screamed in pain, and because she was worried that the person on the other side of the phone would rush over immediately because of her worry, she immediately gritted her teeth and forced herself to swallow back the sob behind her—the voice behind her She couldn't understand how strong a person was!

If she hadn't given her the opportunity to sneak attack by surprise at the beginning, I'm afraid that the end of the war would have ended with a disastrous defeat for human beings!
Severe labor pains came, causing her consciousness to fall into a coma to protect herself.

Su Baixi's body softened, and she fell back.

Falling into a firm embrace.

Zhuo Fan raised his arms, hugged her in his arms, hugged her by the waist, glanced coldly at the phone, and his voice also cooled down.

"I took my things away. If you want to come back, you can come to the blood race world to look for it."

Then, he turned around and walked out of the broken castle.

There is a wind blowing, very cold, like a knife.

He squeezed the person in his arms tightly, put the coat on her body, wrapped her tightly, and then continued to walk forward.

Winter is coming soon, and everything will wither, and there will be no hope.

Before that, he wants his rose to come to him again.

This is where
In the groggy state, Su Baixi only felt that she was being hugged by one person.

His embrace was very cold, without warmth, leaning on his embrace, as if lying in an ice cave, his limbs felt cold.

But there is a faint aroma of roses, which is clear and tangy, and smells very good.

Consciousness was drowsy, and her limbs were heavy and weak. She moved her body, wanting to get out of this embrace, but it seemed that the two arms around her pressed her more forcefully into her embrace. , Let her fall into that embrace even more.

the body is getting colder
Moreover, this posture pressed her wound, making her shoulder a little more painful.

Su Baixi frowned, moved restlessly, changed his posture, and then stopped - it was still cold, but it didn't hurt so much.

The person hugging her also seemed to realize her discomfort, so he stopped, and did not continue walking until she changed her posture.

In the drowsiness, her consciousness fell into a coma.

I don't know how long it took before I heard a "click—" and a burst of analgesia came from the heart.

The pain was so sudden that Su Baixi's whole body tensed up, and his consciousness suddenly came to him.

"what--"

She screamed in pain, and she opened her eyes to see the source of the pain in her chest.

It was a huge red awl, the sharp part pierced her heart completely, and the tip of the tail sank into the wall behind.

The dark red blood flowed along the skin to the surface of the awl, then flowed along the pattern of the awl to the end of the awl, and finally condensed into a few drops of blood at the spherical end, dripping slowly.

The dark red blood gurgles like a stream.

She looked at the sharpness of her chest, and her chest heaved up and down in pain, but she didn't dare to use force - the surface of the awl was covered with a layer of fine barb-like thorns, and a slight movement would pull the flesh around the wound, making it Double the pain.

She took a breath slowly, adjusted her breathing, and calmed herself down, the wound was not so painful.

In an instant, cold sweat was slowly dripping down her skin.

A banter came from the darkness not far away.

"pain?"

The voice was still low, like a thick fog in the moonlight.

Su Baixi looked up, looked at the source of the voice, and did not answer the question.

"You, are you not dead?"

I saw that person coming out of the darkness, standing against the light with arms folded, looking at her with a pair of blood eyes, with a smile that was not a smile.

"It's dead, how come it's not dead?"

Only then did Su Baixi see his outline clearly.

He was wearing a plain black suit today.

The long-sleeved T-shirt on the upper body was ironed extremely smoothly without any wrinkles, and the black suit trousers on the lower body were also smooth and flat, with a faint white halo glowing under the light.

A knitted cashmere black trench coat was draped over the shoulders—an all-British look.

It is his favorite style to wear on weekdays.

There are two extreme colors in this world, pure black and flawless white, no matter which one is pure enough to be uncontrollable.

But there was no sense of disobedience in him at all.

Many times when she was free, she would sit silently by the side, observe his figure, and then wonder how there could be such a person in this world who could control the ultimate black so easily, as if he was born to belong to the black world generally.

She lowered her eyes and only listened to the human voice in front of her:

"You pierced my chest with a silver dagger and pushed me off the cliff, into that valley full of miasma and thorns. How could I not die?"

She looked at him, only to see his pair of blood eyes were also looking at her.

Seeing her looking at him, Zhuo Fan smiled, but without warmth.

"But I'm not reconciled, honey, your blood is so delicious, how could I be willing to die like this?"

As he spoke, he paced towards her, then stretched out his arms to rub her waist, put his body against her body, looked up at her with a smile in his eyes.

Facing her frightened eyes, he smiled and said word by word:

"So, I turned into a ghost and came from hell to find you."

The voice is playful, as if flirting.

Su Baixi's pupils shrank suddenly, and her lips turned pale in fright.

His soft, broken hair rubbed against her cheek, but she couldn't feel any warmth at all.

Burying his face in her arms, he gently rubbed against her skin.

"Honey, under your training, I have become a bloodthirsty evil ghost. Tell me, is this your honor?"

A bit of disgust flashed in Su Baixi's eyes, she wanted to break free from his embrace, but was hugged even tighter by him.

Probably out of displeasure with her struggle, the arms wrapped around her became tighter, ignoring the pain on her face that turned pale from the wound being touched again.

An exclamation was about to be yelled out, but Su Baixi swallowed it back fiercely. Then she stared at the man in front of her, met his smiling eyes, her disgust deepened, and she didn't answer.

He looked at the awl in his chest again, and then asked:

"Is this a blood sacrifice?"

He answered calmly this time.

"Yes, blood sacrifice."

Su Baixi smiled.

Bloodstain is an extremely ancient and cruel method.

Pierce a human heart with a specific awl, and then the blood produced by the heart will slowly drip along the awl, and finally flow into the special silver cup under the awl.

A spell was cast on the silver cup, and once the blood was accumulated to a certain level, it would be condensed into a crystal clear blood bead by the spell.

Because this person has been cursed, he will not die immediately, but will linger until the last drop of blood on his body is drained. A dry corpse.

That blood bead is a great tonic for the vampires, it can make them heal quickly when they are injured, and it can even grow flowers from dead bones.

Under normal circumstances, the death of hundreds of people can be exchanged for one blood bead.

It is three points more dreadful than the famous "Iron Maiden" in the Middle Ages.

She thought that she hated him even more in her heart, and only listened to the people below her:

"What do you want to say?"

(End of this chapter)