Looking at the arrow ghost, that is, the arrow feather, turning the Buddha beads, lowering his head and looking like he was indisputable, Yehara thought for a long time, and actually forgot his name for a while.

"Lord Yahara, when I first received the blood of Lord Wumiao, my first reaction was a sense of detachment that sublimated my whole body, even beyond the enjoyment I enjoyed when I made porcelain jars.

Then, the body poured out an inexhaustible amount of strength, and the appearance began to change, and the abdomen developed a strong hunger pang, but only the smell of human flesh and blood could be smelled, and the rest was indefatigable. ”

The jade pot knelt on the ground with his knees flush, and respectfully expressed his feelings, not daring to have the slightest reservation.

Even if Onimai Tsuji is not miserable, he may be punished afterwards for having two hearts, but as long as he can further close the relationship with Yahara, he will still benefit.

Perhaps, one day in the future, a reversal of status can be achieved, and Onimai Tsuji will be doubly miserable.

Seeing the fiery appearance of the jade pot, no matter how stupid Yehara was, he could guess a little bit of the truth, a subtle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he raised his chin: "Cinnabar Pill, Yapayu, what about the two of you?" ”

Different from the details of the jade pot, the experience of accepting the two ghosts with less blood is general, and the content is almost the same, but it points to the connection between the ghost dance Tsuji and them on weekdays.

Curses, or the absolute suppression of bloodlines, the weaker the ghost, the more unable to control the instinct that stems from the innocent dance Tsuji's miserable cells - cannibalism.

"By the way, I seem to have a subordinate too, do you want to go and see it?" Having almost finished talking, Yohara stretched out and lay back on the small bed in the living room from the balcony.

The only room is naturally given to the rest of the child, after all, he still can't do this kind of thing by fooling a stupid Bai Tian to sleep in the living room.

With his arms resting on his arms, Yahara looked at the pitch-black ceiling blankly, but in fact he was carefully feeling a faint sense in his blood.

It's been a week since I calculated the time, let's see how my first subordinate is doing, and is there a possibility of genetic mutation to become Superman?

Immediately laughed dumbly, just a drop of blood, presumably the effect should not be very great.

The pitch-black gaze gradually changed to a gloomy gray-white, and the off-white table and messy documents appeared in front of me, and the perspective kept shaking, as if the protagonist was busy with something.

"I'm leaving."

A familiar female voice rang out from herself, and a female nurse with heavy bags under her eyes appeared in the first-person perspective, smiling and saying goodbye to her.

Then, the perspective began to shift, and Yahara clearly saw the surrounding environment, which was a hospital in the middle of the night.

The green safety indicator flashed, and the elevator buried in the dim light made a strange sound from time to time......

Tong Ling touched her smooth lower abdomen, and the hunger that came from her was like a terrible ghost driving her thoughts.

"No! Go back and nibble on a few more steamed buns to hold on! Can't do that again! Tong Ling covered his mouth and curled up in the corner of the elevator with his thin body, his eyes bloodshot.

What does it mean? What did you do?

Listening to his subordinates' self-talk, Yahara was a little confused, hungry and hallucinating?

The elevator was about to reach the first floor, Tong Ling struggled to get up against the wall, let go of the railing that had been pinched out of the dent, and hurriedly ran towards the exit of the hall after the elevator stopped.

Turning the street, Tong Ling walked very slowly, looking particularly strange on the road that was half dark and half shadowy.

"It's almost there, hold on a little longer."

Silently cheering himself up, Tong Ling finally dragged his hungry body back to the community, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

On the other side, Yehara had a bad premonition - he saw the signboard "Tianbei Community" at the entrance of the community through the blood sharing vision!

This immediately reminded him of the news he had seen before, "Mysterious Black Shadow Attack".

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

Yahara began to wonder if he had really gotten rid of the shortcomings of Onimai Tsuji's miserable physique, it was true that he was not afraid of the sun, and it was true that ordinary food could be eaten.

So what went wrong?

"Could it be that too little blood is given, which leads to the habit of cannibalism? Or is she having a special constitution and needs to eat other foods to supplement her needs? ”

With all the thoughts that popped up in my head, the night passed quickly.

Early in the morning, as the second day of his return, there are still two and a half days left for the time that Yahara can stay in reality, which is a good vacation.

"Zero, I'll go out later, don't worry if someone knocks on the door, just wait for me to come back." Turning his head to look at the Yuzi who was holding the fluorescent headphones, Yahara asked.

"No problem."

Although it is right to know the world that is about to face and honestly prepare countermeasures, but after stockpiling potions in the witch's journey for more than a year in advance, coupled with Baidu's intelligence provision, Yahara has already been fully prepared in his heart.

"I Have a Catalogue of Ghosts and Gods"

There are two reasons to go out, one is to explore Tong Ling's physical condition and find out why sharing his blood will cause the cannibalistic trait to reappear;

The second is to go to the gold store to exchange money.

After traveling outside for several years, he had long forgotten all about the half-baked editing knowledge, and simply gave up the idea of picking it up.

Moreover, he earned a lot of gold coins during the witch's journey, and gold, a precious metal, is very popular everywhere, so he didn't bother to make money by cutting videos and selling figures.

Although the gold content of a gold coin is only seven achievements.

......

"Why is there no one?"

After exchanging about 50,000 yuan in several different gold stores, Yeyuan immediately sneaked to Tong Ling's house according to the first-person perspective he saw last night.

And last night's duty schedule showed that she should rest today.

The overall environment of the living room is a little messy, a layer of dust has fallen on the TV, the chairs and tables seem to have been pushed aside, and the wallpaper with different patterns is pasted on the wall, pulling a hole, which is larger than the whole house rented by Yehara.

With the help of blood sensing, Yahara finally finds her in the bathroom, and the other party ......

Holding a bite of a steamed bun in his hand, his face was pale, and he was still in last night's outfit, lying on the ground groggily.

Hungry and faint?

Yeyuan carefully lifted Tong Ling's body, wrapped his left hand around her waist, and slightly tidied up her open placket with his right hand, so as not to reveal a large piece of spring light.

Anyway, he was the first human to share his blood, and if he starved to death like this, wouldn't he be laughed at by Onimai Tsuji?

looked at Tong Ling lying on the bed, even if he fainted, he still held the steamed bun tightly and refused to let go.

Yahara smiled bitterly, and had to cut his fingers to force the blood out of her mouth again, and let it swallow little by little.

After losing about fifteen milliliters, Tong Ling's face was covered with a layer of blood, his dry lips were dyed red, and his faint breath like a flame became vigorous.

Yahara left satisfied, and let time judge the effect after that, there may be twists and turns, but it's better than greedy for a friend's body.

For the next few days, I'm honestly waiting to go to the world of slimes!