bookrandom Chapter 231 Blood Collection
Chapter 231 Blood Collection
Whether it works or not, we have to try to find out.
Lin Baiyan pulled out the bone knife and gestured with it against his hand, wondering which one to cut.
He hesitated for a long time, but couldn't bring himself to do it; his fingers holding the bone knife were trembling slightly.
Lin Baiyan paused for a moment. Are all people like this? They can remain calm when nurses give them injections or draw blood, but when it's their turn to do it themselves, they panic.
When Lang Cang returned, he saw Lin Baiyan holding a bone knife close to his fingers with his right hand, looking conflicted.
Wolf Cang: "!!!"
He rushed forward and snatched the bone knife, looking at his little orc with a serious expression. "What are you trying to do?" Wolf Cang's voice was tinged with unease.
Lin Baiyan was caught off guard and a little confused. "I didn't do anything."
Wolf Cang: "Then why hurt yourself?"
Lin Baiyan was both amused and exasperated. "I just want to get a little blood."
Lang Cang was horrified. "You still say you didn't hurt yourself?!"
Seeing Lang Cang's alarmed expression, Lin Baiyan sighed and pressed him into a chair, then took out his Qiankun bag and explained his guess to him.
Lang Cang was highly skeptical. "Is there such a saying?"
Lin Baiyan nodded seriously, "According to the fantasy novels in our country, that's indeed the case."
Although he doesn't particularly enjoy reading novels, it doesn't mean he's a caveman. As a mysterious and ancient country with a history spanning thousands of years, China has these fantastical stories ingrained in the bones of every Chinese person from a very young age.
"Perfect timing, you're here! Quick, cut me!" Lin Baiyan exclaimed with delight, finally finding someone to do the deed!
Lang Cang took the bone knife as if it were a hot potato. He would be good at cutting down enemies, but no one had taught him to use a bone knife to cut his wife!
But Lin Baiyan only gave him such a small task. If he couldn't do it well, wouldn't he lose face?
Lang Cang began to gesture his hand movements.
Lin Baiyan looked at him nervously, "If you squeeze my finger harder, will it reduce the pain?"
After finding a suitable angle, Lang Cang readily squeezed Lin Baiyan's fingers.
As the bone knife slowly approached, only about a centimeter away from his finger, both of them held their breath, extremely tense.
"Wait!" Lin Baiyan quickly shouted to stop him.
Lang Cang's hand trembled, and he stammered, "Wh-what's wrong?"
Lin Baiyan cautiously suggested, "Why don't you wash your hands first?"
Looking at his tense companion, Lang Cang offered another solution, "How about using my blood?"
Lin Baiyan seemed thoughtful, then cautiously asked, "Are you afraid of pain?"
Lang Cang shook his head firmly. "You're joking, how can you say you're afraid of pain in front of your partner?"
"then you…"
Before Lin Baiyan could finish speaking, he saw Lang Cang cleanly and swiftly cut his own finger, and blood instantly gushed from the wound. He calmly held his wound out to Lin Baiyan, asking, "Why are you bleeding?"
Lin Baiyan: "..."
Why didn't I see you moving this fast just now?
But now is not the time to talk about this. Lin Baiyan quickly handed over the Qiankun bag, "Just drip it directly above and try it."
Lang Cang followed instructions and dripped three or four drops of blood. The two remained silent for a while, intently watching the Qiankun bag, but the Qiankun bag remained motionless.
Lin Baiyan shook his head regretfully, "It seems that won't work."
He quickly took out a small ceramic bottle, sprinkled the hemostatic powder inside onto his wound, and then simply bandaged it with a thin animal hide.
After completing this procedure, Lin Baiyan picked up the bone knife again and handed it to Lang Cang, saying, "Now it's your turn to cut me!"
Lang Cang typed a question mark at him, puzzled.
"Isn't it okay if it's not just a drop of blood?"
Lin Baiyan: "Your blood might not work, but what if mine does?"
He blinked innocently at Lang Cang, "My blood contains the essence of the Beast God, and the Qiankun Bag is also the Beast God's possession. What if it happens to be able to sense something?"
"Then what you just did..."
Lin Baiyan raised her chin confidently, "Well, I just didn't remember, did I?"
Wolf Cang was helpless.
Well, after all this time, we've come full circle.
Lin Baiyan said encouragingly, "It's okay, just like when you scratched yourself!"
Wolf Cang looked down at his little mate, "Can these be compared?"
As he said this, he still took the bone knife and slowly brought it closer to Lin Baiyan's fingers once again.
The two of them held their breath at the same time.
After the stinging pain, like a mosquito bite, Lin Baiyan thought it was over and even thought Lang Cang's technique was good, as it didn't hurt at all.
He turned his head back and looked closely. Lang Cang had indeed been gentle, and it didn't hurt, but the blood collection was ineffective.
Lin Baiyan sincerely suggested, "Why don't you eat a couple of bites of food first?"
Lang Cang felt inexplicably embarrassed. Damn it, his little companion actually questioned whether he had eaten. He clearly had plenty of strength!
Wolf Cang: "How was the menu you looked at at the cafeteria today? Have you decided on it yet?"
Lin Baiyan replied without hesitation, "The food is delicious. The dog spirit's cooking is superb. I let them choose twenty dishes—"
Before Lin Baiyan could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the stinging pain in his fingertips. Just as Lang Cang was diverting his attention, he decisively struck, and blood beads immediately appeared.
That was ruthless!
Tears welled up in Lin Baiyan's eyes, and she stared at the male orc in front of her with watery eyes, as if accusing this scumbag who cut his wife with a bone knife.
Wolf Cang: "..."
There was no time to worry about anything else now; if he slowed down even a little, his blood would stop flowing. Lin Baiyan quickly dripped his blood onto the Qiankun bag.
Miraculously, the drop of blood instantly dissolved into the Qiankun Bag and disappeared. The previously unremarkable Qiankun Bag then emitted a soft green light, and within the light, the Qiankun Bag returned to its original appearance.
With a base of dark silk, a white crane stands gracefully amidst auspicious clouds, giving it the noble appearance of a magical artifact.
Ignoring the pain in his hand, Lin Baiyan excitedly patted Lang Cang's arm, "See, see, I told you the Qiankun Bag wasn't originally supposed to look like this, right?"
Lang Cang was indeed very surprised. The ancient Eastern culture was so mysterious and fantastical, even more amazing than their sacrificial rituals.
After the light faded, the Qiankun Bag returned to its unremarkable, dark appearance.
Lin Baiyan stepped forward, picked him up, and turned him around a couple of times. "Is this considered a success?"
As soon as Lin Baiyan got his hands on the Qiankun Bag, he felt as if there was an invisible thread connecting him to the bag.
He was intently repeating in his mind, "Earthenware bowl, enter!"
The ceramic bowl brush on the table suddenly disappeared, but the Qiankun bag in Lin Baiyan's hand trembled slightly.
He opened his Qiankun bag and looked inside, and saw five or six ceramic bowls placed on top of the pile of seeds.
Lin Baiyan was overjoyed, "We succeeded!"
Wolf Cang stared unblinkingly at this miraculous scene.