palm surgery

Chapter 142 Borrowing Blood
Chi Kuo rubbed his arm and grinned: "Why are you so ruthless?"

He just sneaked in, and He Lingjiang's blow made a lot of skill.

"Didn't I prepare a room for you, why did you sneak out?" He Lingjiang glanced at him coldly, "Without my permission, neither the study nor the inner room can come in at will. If there is another time , I won't be merciful."

"Understood. Didn't I look bored by myself and wanted to talk to you when I saw that you weren't asleep yet?"

Chi Kuo rubbed against the table and reached out to touch the note she flipped on the table: "It's so late, what are you looking at without resting?"

He still didn't have a long memory, He Lingjiang's face was frosty, the wind was a blade, and he swiped at his outstretched right hand.

Chi Kuo was in pain, and immediately retracted his right hand.

Even if he retracted his hand in time, the wind blade with the power of a mysterious man made a hole in his palm, and pale pink blood oozes out.

He took a breath and waved his hand slightly, and the blood on his hand dripped onto the paper.

He Lingjiang frowned and quickly reached out to wipe the blood on the back of the paper.

However, Chi Kuo is a ghost of Huang's father, and his blood is different from others. Even if He Lingjiang's reaction is fast enough, the blood is quickly immersed in the paper and smudged.

He Ling Jiang's face became even colder: "Go out for me!"

"Okay, okay." Chi Kuo knew that he had done something wrong, and he couldn't argue any more. He didn't even say a word when He Lingjiang cut his palm mercilessly.

If it really annoyed her, he would not be able to find anyone who quarreled with him.

Chi Kuo went out the door with his head down, one foot just crossed the threshold, but he heard the call from behind: "Wait!"

He turned around and saw He Lingjiang frowning at the paper on the table, not knowing what he was looking at.

On the palm-sized piece of paper, blurred traces appeared after infiltrating the pale pink blood.

He Lingjiang moved in his heart and looked up at Chi Kuo: "I promise to borrow your blood."

When Chi Kuo heard this, she almost jumped up. She cut her palm apart and asked herself to borrow blood now?

He clutched his wound and shook his head again and again: "No. The blood of our Huangfu ghost is very precious."

Ghosts did not bleed at all, but because Huangfu ghosts are half-ghosts and half-gods, they not only exist as spirit bodies, but can also turn into solid bodies, and naturally also have blood.

But this blood is all condensed from their soul power, and every bit is very precious.

He Lingjiang changed his previous cold color, and his face was full of soft colors: "Just borrow a little bit, it doesn't hurt."

Her expression was really no different from that of the trickster who deceived children.

Chi Kuo was shaken by her eyes, and righteously refused: "Is this a question of whether it hurts?"

"Oh? Then what do you want to do?" He Lingjiang narrowed his eyes and rubbed the paper with hidden writing. She must have borrowed this blood.

"What?" With a stern face on the profile, he pointed at her and asked, "You can't be soft, can't you be hard?"

He Lingjiang grinned and smiled softly: "How could it be? I'm just like that, but I'm not the kind of person who takes things by force."

"I think you are!" Chi Kuo was heartbroken by her laughter, and he wanted to run away immediately.

"It's really not." He Lingjiang smiled, his face serious and sincere, "It's boring to use force directly. I usually convince people with reason first. If you don't listen, then..."

She didn't finish what she said, but Chi Kuo understood it, and co-authoring him this time, it was a sheep into the tiger's mouth, and it was delivered to the door.

"It's not that I won't give it to you, this blood is the soul power of our Huangfu ghost, just like the vitality of your Xuanshi. If it is damaged, it will not be repaired for a long time."

"Twenty evil ghosts, how about it?" He Lingjiang said.

"What?" Chi Kuo didn't have time to respond.

"Don't you Huangfu ghosts love to eat ghosts? It can also help you restore your soul power." He Lingjiang tapped on the paper, "You lend me a few drops of blood, and I promise to catch twenty evil ghosts for you. It is feasible. no?"

Nowadays, the politics is peaceful, and the entire Dazhou territory is barely called Shanghai Yanheqing, but it is not the troubled times when hundreds of ghosts are rampant.

Although Chi Kuo loves to eat ghosts, the number of ghosts he can catch at the moment is limited, and it is difficult to eat a full meal.

His eyes lit up: "What are you telling the truth?"

I heard that they are mysterious, and there are formations such as the ghost-inducing formation. If He Lingjiang is willing to take action and catch a hundred ghosts, it is not difficult to think about.

Follow her and have meat to eat!
Chi Kuo swallowed his saliva and confirmed again: "You don't want to lie to ghosts."

He Ling Jiang Bai glanced at him: "What are you doing to deceive you, I have always only deceived people."

Row!Borrow, borrow, exchange a few drops of blood for twenty evil ghosts to eat, he is not at a loss!
Chi Kuo rolled up his sleeves and handed his arm forward as if he was dying: "Take it!"

He Lingjiang took a tea cup, pulled it over his palm, and put the blade in his hand, about to strike with a knife.

Chi Kuo closed his eyes and shouted, "You tap, tap."

He hadn't been hurt by flesh for decades, so he was careless today, causing her to see blood.

"I haven't done it yet, you are a ghost, how can you be so afraid of pain?" He Lingjiang couldn't help laughing.

"Would you like to try the taste of being scratched by someone who hasn't broken the skin for decades?"

Thinking of his size, he could be considered a tyrant among ghosts. Ordinary profound scholars have no way to deal with him. Now that his skin is broken and blood is seen, it still really hurts.

"There's no need for that." He Lingjiang spread out his palm and lowered his blade, "I am a person who suffers from broken skin and injuries, so I really don't need to try it..."

This is a knife with magic power from Xuanshi. With a wrinkle on his face, he opened his eyes and asked her: "You are a little lady, how come you get hurt so often?"

"As a Xuanshi, there are many dangers along the way. If you want to cultivate a body of magic power, you can't do it without going through the wind and frost..."

He Lingjiang smiled lightly, squeezed his hand slightly, and the chikuo grimaced in pain, and the pale pink blood dripped into the cup, and it was nearly half a cup in a short time.

He Lingjiang put his two fingers together and drew a blood clotting talisman in the air, which he slapped into his palm.

Chi Kuo held his right palm that no longer bleeds, and said with resentment, "Are you supposed to borrow only a few drops?"

"A few big drops." He Lingjiang shook the tea cup filled with blood, "I'm not afraid that if it's not enough after a while, I'll have to scratch you again?"

Chi Kuo pouted, co-authoring or for him?

She was sure that it was not because the blood of Huang Fugui was rare and hard to find, so she deliberately took the opportunity to squeeze more?
"Twenty evil ghosts, don't you forget them."

"Remember."

He Lingjiang spread the paper on the table, then took off the brush on the pen holder, dipped it in the cup slightly, and the tip of the pen was instantly covered with blood.

She smeared with a pen in a corner of the back of the paper, and as the pen fell, the pale pink blood quickly penetrated into the paper and disappeared. On the original pale yellow paper, traces of pen and ink appeared.

After the entire paper was smeared, the bloodstains disappeared, and an extremely finely drawn landscape map appeared.

(End of this chapter)