Gao Dagang's work efficiency is still quite high, and early the next morning, he has already sent someone to pull the pigs one by one.

Then there were continuous dying howls from Ouyang Villa, if it didn't sound like a human voice, someone would have called the police.

Yun Jingjing felt that Ouyang Feng was so cruel, "Ouyang Feng, why did you kill these pigs?"

"Do you eat pork?" Ouyang Feng didn't answer directly, but asked rhetorically, which immediately made Yun Jingjing speechless.

After an hour of brutal slaughter, the yard was full of corpses, fat heads, big ears, fat and strong corpses.

In the living room, Ouyang Feng looked at the red liquid in the big wooden barrel in front of him, "It's up to you whether it's useful or not."

Ouyang Feng carefully took out the little persimmon from the refrigerator, the little persimmon was already covered with frost at this time, but the flesh was not stiff, it was still soft and elastic.

Ouyang Feng guessed that this was also the effect of the power of the blood clan.

Ouyang Feng asked Yun Jingjing to take off the little persimmon's clothes, and then put the little persimmon into the spirit gathering wooden barrel filled with pig blood.

And the big men all go out first, although the little persimmon is only seven years old, but seven years old also has human rights, we can't look around.

"Ouyang Feng is fine" Ouyang Feng and the others, who were outside the villa, heard Yun Jingjing and Shi Ling's voices, and hurriedly returned to the living room.

Ouyang Feng was a little nervous, because he didn't know if his method was useful, and the previous ones were all his speculations.

It can be speculated that this kind of thing is perfectly speculated, and there are times when there is an accident, and God will not let you know his thoughts.

Shi Ling looked at her daughter who was soaked in pig's blood and still didn't react at all, and she was worried and anxious, "Ouyang Feng." What's going on, why hasn't there been any movement at all, how much time is it going to take?"

Yun Jingjing, Dajin and the others also turned their gaze to Ouyang Feng.

Ouyang Feng was a little nervous by the gazes of several people, he was afraid that his plan would not succeed, and he would lose the face of the miracle doctor because he would be useless to the little persimmon.

So the noodles are confidently said that there is no problem, you have to take your time, don't worry, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, in fact, he is more anxious than others.

An hour passed, and there was no response.

Half a day has passed. Still no response.

It's time for dinner. The bright moon on the horizon began to appear, Ouyang Feng was sitting in the courtyard, his mood was a little impatient, and the little persimmon had no signs of recovery now.

Could it be that your method is wrong? Or maybe something is wrong?

"Damn it" Ouyang Feng was about to curse. But at this moment, I saw my own shadow. This is not the shadow of the light. It's the moon's.

Ouyang Feng looked up at the sky, a bright moon the size of a disc hung in the starry sky, it was so beautiful and mysterious.

But now Ouyang Feng didn't appreciate its beauty. Instead, I thought of moonlight, energy, werewolves, and blood clans, all of which are stories about myths and legends, all of which are inseparable from the moon.

Even in the Celestial Empire, there are beasts that absorb the essence of the moon, and the story of cultivating into a demon can show that the moon is extraordinary.

The moon is cloudy, I don't know if it will help the small persimmons.

After thinking about it again, Ouyang Feng still decided to give it a try, at least he could guarantee that there would be no accidents here, and the safety of the little persimmon was no problem.

Besides, the current little persimmon is serious enough, no matter how serious it is, it is not serious.

Ouyang Feng decided to move the Spirit Gathering Barrel to the courtyard and let the little persimmon shine into the moonlight.

I used to put the spirit barrel in the living room because I was afraid that the little persimmon would be exposed to the sun, but now it is night.

Without letting Dajin and the others move, Ouyang Feng had to use his spiritual power to move, because the spirit gathering barrel could gather spiritual energy, so the pig's blood in the barrel did not condense.

It is still as bright as usual, and it is also required to be stable when moving, for fear that pig blood will splash outside.

Doing so can also make a quick comeback in times of crisis.

After all, Ouyang Feng's reaction speed was much faster than that of Dajin and the others.

"I'm going to move the little persimmon to the yard," Ouyang Feng told everyone about his plan.

"Does this really work?" was the question of the crowd.

Ouyang Feng didn't reply, just nodded.

Ouyang Feng condensed his spiritual power into the Gathering Spirit Barrel and slowly lifted the wooden barrel filled with pig's blood and small persimmons.

The barrel began to float outside.

Shi Ling was stunned.

Magic?

Immortals?

Although Yun Jingjing was also a little curious, she had already learned some of Ouyang Feng's magical abilities from Dajin and the others, so she was just a little curious, but she was not shocked.

But Shi Ling is different, Shi Ling has never seen such a magical scene with her own eyes, if you want to say what magic device is set up here.

Shi Ling didn't believe it herself, because she could see it very clearly, there was no steel wire or anything like that.

Shi Ling's mouth can hold three eggs, and Dajin persuaded him, don't be too surprised, just get used to it.

Under the traction of Ouyang Feng's spiritual power, the Gathering Spirit Barrel quickly left the villa, and the wooden barrel was illuminated by the moonlight.

Fortunately, the little persimmon did not deteriorate, which made Ouyang Feng's worry pass, but another worry began in his heart.

Doesn't moonshine help small persimmons?

At this moment, the bright moon in the night sky shot out a light, which was shot down from the moon, and shone straight on the spirit gathering barrel.

Ouyang Feng was happy in his heart, it was really useful.

The pig's blood in the spirit gathering barrel began to bubble, and the small persimmons in the wooden barrel also began to emit a hazy shimmer until a halo was formed, which was very beautiful and magical.

"Haha, it's useful" Ouyang Feng was about to jump up, but because someone was there, Ouyang Feng didn't dare to let out the cheers of the children, face, face.

But Shi Ling is different, as a mother, Shi Ling saw that the skin on her daughter's face began to change.

In a few breaths, a layer of dead skin fell off her daughter's face, and Shi Ling certainly understood what this was.

Holding Yun Jingjing's hand was jumping wildly, and the steamed buns on his chest jumped up and down, making Dajin drool.

Gradually, the pig's blood in the barrel began to boil, yes, boiling, the pig's heart began to vaporize into a mist, and clumps of blood mist began to rush.

This made Ouyang Feng a little nervous, because Ouyang Feng felt that the power in the little persimmon's body was awakening.

The power was rapidly increasing, absorbing energy and aura from the moonlight and pig's blood, as well as from the Spirit Gathering Barrel.

He was afraid that if this continued, the little persimmon's body would not be able to bear it.

So seeing that the skin of the little persimmon had regained its original smoothness and tenderness, he quickly used his mental power to move the barrel back to the living room.

In the absence of moonlight, the boiling pig's blood gradually fell silent, and the originally bright red pig's blood had become reddish-brown.

It's not as bright as it was, and it seems that part of the energy in the blood has been absorbed by the little persimmon.

And the pig's blood that was originally stuck to the little persimmon seemed to be blocked by a layer of energy.

It's not as everyone thinks, the whole body is stuck with pig blood.

Ouyang Feng quickly helped Xiao Persimmon check her whole body, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, she was fine, she had been resurrected.

Shi Ling and the others looked at Ouyang Feng nervously, waiting for Ouyang Feng's final trial, for fear of getting unfortunate news from Ouyang Feng's mouth.

Although everyone can already see some signs of the skin recovered from the little persimmon, it is still necessary for Ouyang Feng, a professional, to draw conclusions.

Ouyang Feng turned around and said solemnly: "Little persimmon can wake up in an hour, but ......"

Originally, when she heard that her daughter would wake up within an hour, Shi Ling's heart suddenly burst into joy, but Ouyang Feng said "but", which pressed Shi Ling's heart into the bottom of the water.

"Ouyang Feng, what's wrong with the little persimmon?" Yun Jingjing asked for everyone's doubts.

Ouyang Feng was a little embarrassed, he didn't know whether to tell the news or not.

Especially Shi Ling, in the end, Ouyang Feng still chose to say, after all, long pain is better than short pain.

"Little persimmon is no longer human"

"You're not human" Yun Jingjing was a little unhappy with Ouyang Feng's words, how could Ouyang Feng joke about this kind of thing.

"I'm not kidding, Aunt Shi, remember when I asked your husband yesterday if it was a foreigner?" Ouyang Feng turned his gaze to Shi Ling.

Shi Ling was a little confused by Ouyang Feng, suppressed the apprehension in her heart, and answered Ouyang Feng's question.

"Yesterday, I guessed that Little Persimmon's father is not a human, or not a pure human, he should be a blood clan, that is, a vampire"

Ouyang Feng's words were like a bomb dropped into a pond and exploded.

"How is it possible, this, this" Shi Ling was stupid.

"Ouyang Feng, don't talk nonsense," Yun Jingjing wanted to pull Ouyang Feng away.

"As for whether I'm talking nonsense, you can understand what kind of characteristics the legendary vampires have. I think you've all seen the vampire movie."

Ouyang Feng knew that this news was difficult for them to accept, especially Shi Ling, but this news could not be hidden.

When the power of the blood clan in the little persimmon's body awakens, the little persimmon will become different from ordinary people and will prefer blood.

The skin is paler, the pupils of the eyes will also turn red, the fangs will be more pronounced, and they will be afraid of the sun.

I don't know if this is unfortunate or lucky for the little persimmon. (To be continued......)