Su Bai looked around with some despair, now they no longer imprisoned her in the small cave before, but a room that looked like a human habit, with a bed and some simple daily necessities, which was much better than the dozens of people crammed together before. Su Bai walked around the room, these people were waiting for good food and drink every day, and when the time came, a person dressed in Langzhong would come in and call the pulse, and then he would use a knife to cut a half-finger-long cut in Su Bai's palm, and Su Bai screamed in fright for the first time, only attracting a few strong men guarding the door to come in and tie Su Bai's limbs. The strange thing is that every time this Lang Zhong takes blood, the wound that has been cut will heal at a speed that is visible to the naked eye, and every time it happens, that Lang Zhong will show a crazy expression.

In the days when he was locked up, Su Bai had only seen one person in Langzhong, this Langzhong had a somewhat special appearance, his nose was taller than anyone Su Bai had ever seen, his eyelashes were long, and his lips were thin and resolute. Sometimes Lang Zhong would find that Su Bai had been staring at him, so he would smile lightly.

"Why don't you ever speak. Su Bai asked while looking at Lang Zhong.

Lang Zhong's head was so low that he was about to touch the edge of a few.

"Hey, are you dumb?" After a period of contact, Su Bai gradually became bolder.

"The villain is just a cloth dresser, and he doesn't dare to have anything to do with the saint. Lang Zhong lowered his head and said a few muffled answers.

"You can speak, I thought you were a dumb man, I only cut it when I heard it. Su Bai said as he looked at the knife raised by Lang Zhong with some palpitations.

"Offended. Lang Zhongjunxiu's face turned red, and although he couldn't bear it, he still took Su Bai's hand and drew it ruthlessly.

After a burst of heart-piercing pain, Su Bai looked at everything that happened in front of him with some numbness, and blood flowed from Su Bai's palm to the porcelain bowl that had already been prepared. When Lang Zhong finished taking a bowl and was about to leave, Su Bai asked with a small face, "Can you tell me, is this why?"

Lang Zhong's hand that was about to push the door paused, he took a deep breath and said, "This is all for the great cause, and the holy woman will know about it later." ”

Many years later, when Su Bai recalled this past, he couldn't help but wonder if those old monsters used her blood to make blood tofu at that time.

Su Bai always talked to Lang Zhong with a match, and gradually learned that Lang Zhong's real name was An Ran, his father was from the Western Regions, and his mother was Han. When he was very young, his parents died because of the plague, and he was adopted by an old man in peace, and he followed Lao Langzhong in the streets and alleys since he was a child, going up the mountain to collect medicine and grinding medicine in the mountain. A year ago, a gorgeously dressed middle-aged man came to the house, followed by five or six strong men in black, the middle-aged man said that he had something to invite, and An Ran refused on the grounds that there were many patients who could not leave, but he didn't expect a few strong men in black to kidnap An Ran without saying anything.

Listening to An Ran's experience, Su Bai felt empathy, and she said with some resentment: "Then why do you still help them to abuse me, and you have to help them take my blood." ”

"Because you are a holy woman, the chosen one, your blood can help people to stay away from diseases, and many incurable diseases in the world can be brought back to life because of you. An Ran spoke with a frenzy on his face, this frenzy made Su Bai perceive the danger, this is an almost obsessive obsession, many years later Su Bai heard a word, at that moment Su Bai's mind crossed today's picture, although this person has long been forgotten by her in the long years, this word is "brainwashing", and An Ran is Su Bai's "brainless fan".

"Since you are so my blood, you save me from here, and my blood will be given to you in the future. Su Bai asked a little urgently.

"I, I, I can't help it. The frenzy on An Ran's face gradually subsided, and he looked at a loss for what to do.

"You just have to think of a way to help me out, I'm your holy daughter, even if they find out, what can they do with us. Su Bai continued to instigate.

"You're not the only saint, there were already six saints before you. An Ran's eyes kept rolling when he spoke.

"What happened to the saints before that. "For the first time since living in this room, Su Bai felt the danger of death.

"Dead, they're all dead. "An Ran, don't look over your head and don't look at Su Bai.

"Why?" Su Bai was frightened when he heard this answer, and he didn't care whether men and women kissed or not, and asked by dragging An Ran's arm.

"Every saint has a seventy-seven and forty-nine days of tribulation, and until now no saint has survived, no saint has survived forty-nine days, and no saint has become a true saint. An Ran's tone of voice sounded not lamenting the girl's death, but resenting the absence of a true saint.

"How many days do I have left. Su Bai's hand holding An Ran's arm became harder and harder.

"In three days, you'll be 49 days old. An Ran's tone was full of hope when he said this.

"Since I have not yet become a saint, why do you take my blood? Su Bai suddenly had a question.

"Although you have not yet become a true saint, you have survived the altar, and there is a certain power in your blood. Enron said.

The remaining three days were as long as three years, and Su Bai both looked forward to the arrival of that day and feared the arrival of that day. Until the evening of the 49th day, Su Bai did not have any abnormalities throughout the day.

Lying on the bed, Su Bai was a little glad that he was still alive, with a hint of joy at the corner of his mouth for the rest of his life, as soon as he closed his eyes, Su Bai saw a young girl with several arrows inserted in front of him, Su Bai wanted to wake up from the dream but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open his eyes.

The woman in front of her looked fifteen or sixteen years old, her face was pale, and there was no trace of blood on her lips, Su Bai remembered that An Ran said that people who lost a lot of blood even had white lips. The corners of the woman's mouth were slightly hooked, she floated towards Su Bai quickly, as she moved, the arrows inserted in her body also swayed from side to side, the woman floated in front of Su Bai in an instant, she suddenly stretched out her hands and grabbed Su Bai's neck, no matter how hard Su Bai tried, she couldn't break free of her hands.