As a result, Freddy found that Fang Shaoping's expression did not change at all, and the look of retreat and fear that it expected to see did not appear.

"Humph!"

Phew!

Freddy suddenly slashed, and a faint blood mark immediately appeared on Fang Shaoping's left wrist, and soon, the color of this blood mark quickly deepened, and a large amount of fresh blood flowed out, falling down like a bead with a broken thread, and falling into the transparent glass measuring cylinder.

And this is obviously just the beginning, after ten seconds, the speed of the blood falling has reached its maximum, and it is already a bead strung into a thread.

Fang Shaoping didn't say a word from beginning to end, but the Netherworld and the Northern Netherworld Wufeng next to him turned a little pale.

The blood flowed out of Fang Shaoping's body, there was no problem, and the vitality emanating from the blood was definitely a master-level breath, so this Luo Tianzheng was really donating his own blood.

Seeing that the blood in the glass graduated cylinder slowly submerged the bottom and began to rise gradually, and the scale also reached 100 ml, 200 ml, 500 ml, and 1000 ml, the ghost finally couldn't help it, and he asked Fang Shaoping loudly:

"Brother Luo! You have to think twice! This is all the essence in your body, as soon as five liters of blood come out, no, even if it is two liters of blood, if two-fifths of the blood volume in your body flows out, your combat effectiveness will almost be weakened by more than ninety percent, are you crazy? Are you going to sacrifice yourself? ”

Of course, the Netherworld Thinking Problem is not just as simple as getting through this main quest, he also needs Fang Shaoping to cooperate with him to kill Ji Meng, so he really doesn't want Fang Shaoping to hang up here.

But Fang Shaoping only shook his head slightly, his eyes were always fixed on Freddy with an evil smile on his face, and he remained silent.

"Hehe, it's more than a liter, you guy, it seems to be very kind!" Freddy screamed.

"Shut up! You bastard! ”

Nether shouted at Freddy, furious:

"Do you dare to guarantee that as long as it is filled with five liters of blood, you will be able to connect to the dreams of those fifteen people?"

Freddy glanced at him disdainfully, and sneered:

"Do you think Mistress Freddy is the kind of person who likes to talk big? Whatever I say, it's what it is, as long as the five liters of blood that flow from a person are in place, I will immediately take you to find the crystal lake, and before they find out, I can put them to sleep from a distance, and then connect the dreams of the three of you and all of them, and weaken their power in the dream, increase your strength, and ensure that you kill them all! ”

The corners of his eyes couldn't help but jump, because in the content of Freddy's words, he simply said the sentence "the three of you", obviously believing that Fang Shaoping would definitely die after supplying blood, and he was no longer counted.

Looking at the shocking amount of blood in the glass measuring cylinder, the Netherworld spoke anxiously again:

"Brother Luo, don't you think about it anymore? It's two liters in a row! Brother Luo, think twice! ”

Fang Shaoping's face had begun to turn pale, and his wrists had begun to tremble slightly, but his eyes were still looking directly at Freddy, and he slowly shook his head again,

There was a look of unbearability on the Nether's face, and finally he sighed heavily and stopped persuading.

He felt that Fang Shaoping's performance was a little tragic, but he was also secretly scolding Fang Shaoping for being a pedantic idiot in his heart.

What else is heavier than one's own life?

Are you fighting Freddy? Or is it really a noble quality that sacrifices oneself for the sake of the collective?

It's no wonder that Netherworld has such a seemingly low-level thought, in fact, he has used several of his methods to detect it more than once, the blood that flowed from Fang Shaoping's body into the glass measuring cylinder is real blood, it is really blood that flows out of Fang Shaoping's body.

It exuded Fang Shaoping's unique aura, and it was impossible to forge it.

Moreover, as the blood gradually flowed out, the aura on Fang Shaoping's body obviously began to become chaotic and weak, which could not deceive people.

Not only can the Netherworld feel it, but the North Netherworld can also feel it clearly.

Fang Shaoping is really contributing a lot of his blood essence, recklessly!

Could it be that completing this main quest is of great significance to Luo Tianzheng?

Or is there any enemy among the fifteen people in Jason's camp?

Even if there is really an enemy of life and death, wouldn't it be better to use it yourself?

Sacrifice now, what if Freddy's connection to the dream fails?

What if the other party is not crushed in the dream, but successfully withstands the attack from their side?

With so many uncertainties, how could Luo Tianzheng completely put aside and choose to sacrifice himself regardless of everything?

I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out!

"Brother Luo!"

Netherworld suddenly noticed that Fang Shaoping's body had become shaky, and hurriedly stepped forward and reached out to support him.

Beiming Wufeng also went to the other side very consciously and supported Fang Shaoping, who was pale in his face.

The blood in the glass measuring cylinder had reached more than three liters, and the breath on Fang Shaoping's body had obviously become very sluggish, and his lips were dry, his eyes were distracted, and his whole body was trembling involuntarily, all these symptoms were obviously manifested, Fang Shaoping had lost serious blood.

"Freddy ......"

Fang Shaoping spoke weakly:

"I have a question for you."

Freddy's eyes rolled, and he suddenly laughed darkly:

"Hey, hey! Just ask! For your sake, Mistress Freddy must be honest with you. ”

Fang Shaoping gasped:

"I remember it very well...... On our side, there should be a total of fourteen superpowers......"

As soon as these words came out, both the Netherworld and the Northern Netherworld were moved!

That's right! I almost forgot about it!

The Pantheon's initial hint is, 14 to 16!

There are sixteen Masters on Jason's side, and fourteen on their side.

Because the four of them first woke up in Freddy's dream, they were considered the strongest by Freddy, so they were sent to form a decapitation team, and hereby cut into the plot in advance and came to seal Jason's.

But every time Jason is killed, he will be resurrected, and his strength is getting stronger and stronger, so they have not succeeded in sealing it, and now that more than two days have passed, what about the remaining ten alliance masters?

Isn't it possible that you haven't cut into the plot yet?

Freddy...... You tell me, where are they now? ”

As Fang Shaoping asked weakly, the eyes of the other three instantly fixed on Freddy.

Their minds are very subtle.

On the one hand, they hope that these people will appear, join them, and increase their power, and when Freddy connects to the dream, they can also enter it, completely crush the fifteen masters of Jason's camp, and destroy them in the dream.

This seems foolproof.