Xiao Ding didn't look like he was lying, but he still couldn't explain the strangeness on him.

I thought for a moment and said, "Can you give me a drop of your blood?" ”

This requirement is actually quite excessive, but I have to mention that to verify whether he is dead or alive, a drop of blood can be verified.

If he is a living person, it is normal to squeeze out a drop of blood.

If he is a dead man, the dead man's blood is not circulating, and most of it has coagulated in the blood vessels, and there is no way to get it out.

"Yes!"

Xiao Ding's baby face didn't show any dissatisfaction, he seemed to trust me and Lao Jiu extraordinarily.

His statement was once again beyond my expectations, no one can say how many kinds of secret methods there are, no matter what secret method, whether it is harming people or helping people, the most important auxiliary tool is blood.

A drop of blood can determine life and death.

Xiao Ding knows the Xuanmen, the importance of blood, should know, even so, he still hesitated, and agreed.

I'm going to wonder if I have two big words on my head that make him trust me so easily.

"Give you the needle, use this to get blood!"

I took the wooden box out of my bag, took a silver needle out of it and handed it over.

"Wow, a treasure chest!" Xiao Ding's eyes lit up again, and he asked after the silver needle, "Can I shoot it?" It's a great material! ”

"Yes!"

I didn't refuse.

"Thanks!"

Xiao Ding Le took the silver needle and stabbed it on his middle finger, squeezed it for a long time, and squeezed out a drop of black-red blood.

The blood is thick and semi-coagulated, a bit like a diluted paste, the blood of a living person, not like this.

"Can you squeeze out a few more drops? Don't have the middle finger, the other fingers! I said again.

"Okay!"

Xiao Ding's answer was still very happy, he took the silver needle, stabbed his thumb and index finger, squeezed out two drops of blood, and then stabbed it again on the thumb and index finger of the other hand, squeezing out two drops of blood.

Four drops of blood, like the blood of the middle finger, are black-red and very thick.

I don't understand, dead people, especially dead people with corpse spots, the blood has coagulated, it is in the form of plaques, and it cannot be squeezed out.

But the blood of the living is not this paste.

If Xiao Ding is a living dead, or a yin corpse, it is not right, take Liu Ziying as an example, Liu Ziying entered the underground corpse to find the child, and when she confronted the cat baby, she was scratched by the cat baby, and her wound was not bloody at all, only the skin and flesh turned out and the crimson muscle tissue.

Xiao Ding's situation refreshed my understanding.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Xiao Ding may have seen that my expression was wrong, so he asked suspiciously.

"Dude, do you think your blood is right?" Lao Jiu didn't care about that, and asked by pointing to the few drops of blood.

"What's wrong?" The smile on Xiao Ding's face was a little stiff.

"So, look at my blood!"

Lao Jiu took the silver needle from Xiao Ding's hand, pricked his middle finger, and squeezed out a drop of red blood, and the blood beads flowed down his fingers, dragging a red mark on his fingers.

"Look at your blood again, it's all clotted!" Lao Jiu pointed to the blood on Xiao Ding's finger and said.

Xiao Ding looked down at the blood on his fingers and was silent, and after half a ring, he asked; "So, what do you want to say?"

"Dude, it's not that I'm trying to say anything, it's that there's something wrong with your body!" Lao Jiu finally found out that Xiao Ding was wrong, he didn't hide it, pointed to Xiao Ding's face and said; "Also, these two spots on your face, and the ones on the back of your hands, why do I think they're corpse spots?"

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Xiao Ding still lowered his head, but his voice was much lower, and he didn't have the joy he had before.

"Dude, I'm a straight person, and my speech may not sound good, I think it's okay, people can't lie to themselves, the living have the way of living people, and the dead have the way of living of dead people, the two can't be confused, what do you think?" Lao Jiu took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and quietly held the dagger in his hand.

I sighed secretly, saying this is equivalent to a dagger.

From the moment I asked for a blood test, Lao Jiu understood my intentions, and he didn't give him lectures in vain these days, popularizing all kinds of small knowledge, and he also realized that there was something wrong with Xiaoding.

"Then do you think I'm alive or dead?" Xiao Ding still didn't look up, just looked at the blood stains on his fingers that had solidified into a lump in a daze.

"It's not me who thinks, you are what you are!" Lao Jiu subconsciously raised his voice.

"Why is it so hard to live?" The corners of Xiao Ding's mouth hooked a touch of arc, his head was raised, and his hand was wiped on his face, and a layer of oily powder marks was wiped off, revealing a purple-red spot underneath.

"I just want to live like a living person, why do you keep reminding me that I'm different from you?"

The curvature of Xiao Ding's mouth revealed a sadness, "Is it so difficult to get your recognition?" ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and wiped it out of the corner of his eye, revealing another corpse spot, "Is it so difficult to admit that I am a living person?" ”

His voice rose sharply, and there was a madness in it in addition to sadness.