Chapter 131 Sacrifice

Why does the intestine move? It seems to have come back to life?" Liu Lin's voice trembled a little. He saw that his intestines were like a child who had just fallen asleep, and occasionally shook again. The intestine is the intestine. How can you move like this?

Every part of the human body has its own life. The special blood of the faceless will activate this independent life to see such a scene. But don't you think the intestines are well repaired? Zhang Shu said proudly, as if he was showing off his extremely satisfactory work.

Liu Lin took a look and looked bloody. He really couldn't see whether his intestines had been repaired or not. Frankly, he didn't want to look at it. Then what should I do next? Did you cut so much meat on Wu Song's stomach and use this leg to mend it? Liu Lin still can't believe that Zhang Shu can easily change the appearance of the human body and fill his stomach with his calves.

"You're right." Zhang Shu nodded slightly: "This is the only material in front of me, and I can't find anything else." Zhang Shu was not talking, but repeatedly weakened the paper turned into into the calf in his hand, making it slowly thicker. At the same time, he measured the thickness of Wu Song's belly with a knife. When the thickness was almost the same, he slightly repaired the shape a few times. Then, in Liu Lin's surprised eyes, Zhang Shu slowly pasted this piece of meat on Wu Song's stomach.

Zhang Shu was careful in the cracks, lest he paste it wrong. From time to time, he cut the cut shape of both sides with a knife. At this time, Zhang Shu looks like a tailor stitching cloth. Finally, under his continuous patching, the "meat slice" completely fit into Wu Song's abdomen, but the color was a little the same as the culture of the skin, and Wu Song's stomach seemed to be covered with a thin cushion. Then Zhang Shu picked up the broken foot that had been cut off one toe, cut off the remaining four toes, and sprinkled the blood evenly on the wound evenly. The wound raised waves of white eyes.

Liu Lin was a little afraid that Wu Song's belly would suddenly jump up. If he jumped up, what would happen? Fortunately, this kind of thing he was worried about did not happen. The wound has healed rapidly at a speed that can be seen with the naked eye. Those places that were originally a little swollen and uneven are slowly growing like life, and finally, the wound is completely flattened. Only the different colors of skin are still reminding Liu Lin what a thrilling miracle he has just witnessed.

After doing all this, Zhang Shu took a breath, carefully wrapped the long-cut cloak around Wu Song's abdomen, and then seriously put Wu Song's clothes on him. A lot of sticky blood on the clothes has become ice bald. Zhang Shu tried his best to remove those ice balms and then put them on Wu Song.

"Wu Song is still alive?" Liu Lin asked. Although the wound has been treated, then the moonlight looks at Wu Song's face and still can't see any vitality. On the contrary, compared with when he was just dragged out of the sedan chair, Wu Song was more like a dead man at this time.

"No, not yet. It should be said that we have saved his body and now we need to recall his soul." Zhang Shu spoke in a low voice.

Liu Lin noticed a detail. While Zhang Shu was talking, he inadvertently glanced at the red ghost.

"Where is his soul?" Liu Lin asked.

"His soul is now in the world of the dead. It's just that I just went there, and it can be recalled. As long as he can hear us." Zhang Shu wiped his hands with the remaining cloak fragments. After the tossing just now, his hands were full of blood and looked a little disgusting.

"Joke, how can a living person talk to the dead? I have lived so much that I have never seen such a thing." Although a lot of strange things have happened tonight, Liu Lin still sticks to his attitude.

"Actually, it's okay. Some people have a spell called blood magic. To a certain extent, this kind of magic can cross life and death, briefly call out the soul from the world of the dead, and talk to it. It's just that such a spell consumes the origin of the caster's own life, so it can't last. Zhang Shu said this and shook his head slightly.

"Is that enough for a while? After all, we just told Wu Song that his body has been repaired and he can come back." Liu Lin asked tentatively.

"What are you kidding? Do you think the world of the dead and the living is so easy to surpass? Even when the red ghost appears, it won't work. Wu Song can't do it at all with his own strength. And most importantly, I don't know this kind of blood magic. There are few people who can do blood magic in this world. How can this ancient secret art be mastered by ordinary people like me? Zhang Shu sighed.

Liu Lin's nose was about to be crooked, and he felt that he had been completely fooled. You don't know this kind of soul-speaking blood magic, so what do you think it does?

"I just want to refute your point of view. At the same time, wait a moment." The blood stains on Zhang Shu's hands had been wiped away. He stood up, held his shoulders in his hands, and stepped on the spot a few times. He could see that he was also quite cold when working in the cold wind.

When Liu Lin saw Zhang Shu stamped his feet, he felt that his feet were numb. He wanted to move very much, but he suffered from the mission and could not move. It didn't matter if he moved his mind. Liu Lin's body swayed a few times and almost fell down.

"Oh, yes, I forgot to say that. You don't have to block the wind now. You can move back and forth. Liu Lin waved his hand and then said, "But you can't go yet. You still need your help to save Wu Song."

Liu Lin stamped his feet with difficulty. Just now, because he was nervous and motionless, he was a little qi and bloodless in the cold wind. His feet seemed to him to be like wood. He may have been cut off a few toes by Zhang Shu's knife, and he would not bleed. Liu Lin thought secretly when he saw the remaining broken feet without toes on the roadside. After a few times, he gradually felt on his feet, but the feeling of itching came one after another, which made Liu Lin extremely painful. He turned his head and asked Zhang Shu, "What do you mean by waiting for time?"

"Wait for someone to tell Wu Song that his body has been repaired." When Zhang Shu spoke, he looked at the red ghost and was stunned.

"Someone told you? Is it possible that someone can shuttle between life and death? Liu Lin feels that this kind of speech is really ridiculous. If there is really such a person, he only needs to bring a few words in the two worlds of life and death to earn a lot of money.

"It is said that there are indeed things that can travel between life and death, but unfortunately, we don't know such people. Liu Qianfang, you may not know that there are two souls in Wu Song's body. Zhang Shu said quietly.

"Two souls?" Liu Lin was a little surprised: "Who else is there besides Wu Song himself?"

"There is also a tiger. It's the tiger killed on Jingyanggang on Wu Song's way to Yanggu. Zhang Shu said indifferently.

Liu Lin knew that this happened six months ago, but he didn't know why he felt that ten years was so far away. Maybe it was because what happened in the past six months was too rich. Wu Song's killing of the tiger may not be just a turning point for his own fate. Now it seems that this incident has indirectly affected the fate of many people in Yanggu County. After all, if Wu Song did not kill the tiger, he would not have become the head of Yanggu.

"The soul of the tiger? You mean you can let the tiger's soul tell Wu Song that his body has been repaired and let him come back immediately? Liu Lin asked.

"Yes." Zhang Shu nodded heavily and said, "And the soul of the tiger can also help Wu Song return from the world of the dead."

"What do we need to do?" Liu Lin suddenly realized that that means that he and Zhang Shu need to communicate with the tiger, but the tiger can't speak and doesn't know where it is. What should he do?

"I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that since Wu Song's soul has gone to the world of the dead, the tiger's soul should also be there. Since we can't talk to Wu Song directly, we can't talk to the tiger directly, right?" Zhang Shu turned his head and asked.

Liu Lin nodded.

The tiger's soul has a special name, called 'Tiger'. Tigers that can have tigers are all Taoist among tigers. They have died once, and their greed for life should surpass the souls of ordinary people. Wu Song usually has no abnormal phenomenon, which means that he has completely suppressed the tiger and even established some kind of alliance, so this tiger is sleeping most of the time. Perhaps at the moment before Wu Song's death, the tiger may be awakened, but after Wu Song's soul left the body and went to the world of the dead, the beast will not leave so quickly out of greed for life. It will try to see if it can occupy the body independently, so at the beginning, we can't repair the body. If it is so fast and too fast, the tiger will completely take away Wu Song's body. At that time, there is nothing more can be done. Zhang Shu explained.

"So you just deliberately slowed down?" Liu Lin suddenly realized.

"Yes, I can really do it faster than just now. Wu Song's soul was actually far away when we arrived. My procrastination was just to make the tiger feel desperate. But this beast is extremely greedy. It will not give up so simply and needs to slowly kill its will. However, this is also very good. It is the will of its tiger that can help Wu Song's body resist the repair of the broken belly. If Wu Song's soul is still here, I'm afraid he can't hold on. When Zhang Shu spoke, he gently licked his lips, revealing his incomparable pride.

"Then, you drag it out and what should you do?" Liu Lin felt that although Zhang Shu had said a lot, he still didn't mention a word about the key issues that were far from the essence.

"Then, we need to make a sacrifice. That's why I asked you to stay." Zhang Shu's smile has been a little evil.

"Sacrifice?" Liu Lin's mind turned quickly. He thought of countless possibilities, but each of them dragged him to the bottom of death. Are you going to kill me to please that... that tiger?

While asking the question, Liu Lin has affirmed his idea. Because Zhang Shu has picked up the thin cicada wings, he has cut countless flesh and blood knives tonight.

"It is necessary to use you to please the tiger." Zhang Shu picked up the knife. But don't be nervous. It's not a live tiger. I don't need to kill you. I need some of your blood. In fact, I need not only your blood, but also a little mine. While Zhang Shu spoke, he gently scratched the palm of his hand with the knife, and the blood flowed out of his palm, and then Zhang Shu dripped the blood into Wu Song's mouth. It didn't stop until the wound stopped bleeding.

Then Zhang Shu pinched the tip of the knife and handed it to Liu Lin. It's your turn, as I did just now. The tiger likes blood the most. Everyone's blood tastes different in the tiger, so the blood of the two of us is mixed together. For this greedy beast, the ** power is huge. When it feels the blood, it will also be surprised to find that its body has been repaired. However, it can no longer drive itself. Its soul has slowly lost its ability to dominate its body completely with the passage of time. It must rely on Wu Song to continue to live. After staying in a body for so long, they naturally have some unique means of communication, and even their power can be used interactively. Therefore, Wu Song should be able to come back. I think I should explain it in detail enough, Liu Jianfang. Zhang Shu handed the knife further forward.

Liu Lin took the knife over. When he held the handle of the knife, he felt that the knife was lighter than expected. Although it looks as thin as cicada wings, it was thrown so far away by Liu Lin and still had the power to cut off the legs. Liu Lin speculated that the knife must be made of some special metal, but now it seems that the speculation is wrong.

It's hard to imagine that Liu Lin threw such a light knife so accurately and powerfully. You know, throwing a feather is 10,000 times more difficult than throwing a sandbag. Lifting weights is difficult, but lifting weights is almost something that can only be accomplished by ghosts and gods.

Liu Lin doesn't know the weapons, let alone the materials for making weapons. He can't see anything else. He has never killed others with a sword, let alone cut himself. Liu Lin held a short knife in his right hand and stretched out the palm of his left hand.

"Liu Account Room, you have to hurry up. Our blood will be mixed together. Don't wait for my blood to flow down Wu Song's throat, and your blood will not arrive until it will lose most of its role." Zhang Shu urged on the side.

Liu Lin crossed his heart, walked to Wu Song's side and half knelt down. He scratched the palm with a knife, leaving blood, and the pain appeared slightly on the palm of the hand. This made Liu Lin almost scream, but he still controlled it and gently squeezed the wound, leaving blood along his fingers and falling into Wu Song's mouth.

When Zhang Shu dripped blood just now, although he was so careful, some blood flowed along the corners of Wu Song's mouth. But this time, Liu Lin's blood dripped. Because of the pain, his hands trembled a little, and his position was not so accurate. On the contrary, not a drop of blood flowed out, but as if he were alive, all of them were left in Wu Song's mouth, and there was no residue on his lips.

Liu Lin was a little crazy by the scene in front of him. He quickly stood up and looked at Zhang Shu. Out of his instinct for self-protection, he also raised the knife in his hand.

"Liu Account Room, don't be nervous. The blood did not flow out, but it just means that the tiger took the initiative to accept your sacrifice after I sacrificed with blood. Combined with the blood of the faceless who just dripped in, its desire for life and blood has been ignited. Zhang Shu gently patted Liu Lin on the shoulder, softened his mood, and then took the knife back and inserted it into his boots.

It was not until then that Zhang Shu found that the knife was placed in Zhang Shu's boots. No wonder he didn't see it when he left Wu Song's house just now. It is thought that when I sat in the sedan chair, my vision was limited and I didn't see Zhang Shu's action of drawing a knife.

Zhang Shu, who inserted the knife, stood there and stopped talking. He just occasionally looked up at the red ghost in the sky, with some words in his mouth. Liu Lin was at a loss. When Zhang Shu looked at the red ghost, he sometimes looked up and looked at the mysterious stars.

The red ghost dragged a dark red tail, like a fairy dipped in the blood of a creature and wrote such a stroke on the night sky with a huge pen, which was like a rainbow, and the pen cut the night sky. Even Liu Lin had an illusion that the star seemed to be alive, as if it was an eye. Liu Lin could see the rotation of its eyes and its occasional blink.

The long-term gaze made Liu Lin dizzy, and he had to shift his eyes elsewhere. But he couldn't stand ** and turned his eyes to the red ghost again.

After a certain dizziness, Liu Lin saw Zhang Shu's hidden fingers in the afterglow of the corners of his eyes. Good, it seems that everything is still in his calculation. If so, Wu Song should come back to life.

Liu Lin was thinking nonsense. Suddenly, Wu Song's body moved. Liu Lin hurried to Wu Song's side and squatted down. The moonlight cast a shadow on Wu Song's body, and Zhang Shu also squatted down.

It seems that everything is going to be clear, and Zhang Shu looks a little nervous. Liu Lin thought to himself.

"Cough, cough..." Wu Song coughed violently, coughing out blood foam, and even some of the blood foam were dark green. Liu Lin knew that those were highly poisonous and tried his best to avoid them.

"Moon!!" After coughing, Wu Song roared. The street was originally unusually calm. Wu Song's roar was like a thunder in a sunny day, which scared Liu Lin to almost sit down.

After roaring, Wu Song's eyes moved a few times under his eyelids, and then suddenly opened his eyes. The eyes were as cruel as a fierce god, as if to grab and eat everything in front of him.

However, after almost only a blink of an eye, the fierce god's eyes quickly decayed. Erlang's eyes were extremely dull. Liu Lin is very familiar with this look. Every morning, the gambler who came out of the all-night casino and lost all his property looked up at the sun. That's it.