I don't know if these hairs are stuck to my wounds or really grown from them. However, no matter how they go in, they make me feel very uncomfortable. There is a strong and irresistible pain, and I want to pull these hair out. However, as long as I pull the hair, the whole wound will hurt. The pain is very deep, and there is obviously hair deep in the wound.

If I fall down and the pottery slices cut my wound and bring these hair in, this may also be the case. However, I gritted my teeth and tried to pull out my hair. Even the flesh inside was turned out, but the hair couldn't be pulled out. And after pulling, the depths of the wound would immediately itch, as if the hair was growing inside.

Xiaohua felt creepy when she saw my wound. I thought about what he said, and when her hair felt his bloody smell crawling on him, she realized that it was very likely that these hairs were really alive. If they really grew in my wounds, I would like to chop off my hands immediately when I imagined that they crawled along my blood vessels and nerves.

If I die, someone opens my cranial cavity and finds that my brain is covered with hair. What a weird scene, you can go to a horror movie.

Xiaohua calmed me down, and pulled out his dagger, disinfected it with a small fire, and then let me lie down. He sat on my shoulder, stepped on my wrist, and asked me: "What do you think of Xiuxiu?"

This is an inexplicable saying. If it were someone else, I would be stunned for a moment, but I knew that he wanted to divert my attention, but immediately focused my attention on my palm. Almost at the same time, I felt a sharp pain in my palm. The sharp pain of the hot dagger stabbing into my wound, and I didn't fall to the ground and poured it into my memory.

Xiaohua's movements were very fast. I can be sure that no matter how bad my wound was, he was not affected at all. The severe pain lasted only for more than 30 seconds and he let go of my hand.

Blood flowed out of my wound, but my hair disappeared. Xiaohua showed me the tip of his dagger, which was a small piece of ceramic slice the size of a fingernail, and something similar to my flesh was stuck on it. The hair, ceramic slices and meat were almost entangled.

When I put it under the fire, I clearly saw that the hair grew from the pottery slices and actually passed through the muscle tissue.

"It probably grew out of the pottery slices, but the growth seemed to have stopped." He said.

"Stop, how do you know?"

"You see it yourself." He asked me to see the pottery piece, "Although these muscles are wrapped around the hair, all the hairs grow out of your body and do not grow inside your body."

I looked, sure enough, it was like hair transplants. The things inserted into your scalp had no roots, they were just a fixation point. However, because these hairs were very obvious through my muscles, they must have grown after the pottery was embedded in my wound.

"Will that be poisonous or something? You'd better help me get it all out first."

He said nothing, but showed a strange look. He put the piece of pottery on the inside of his blood-stained iron clothes and put them down. After a long time, the hair suddenly twisted slightly and slowly stabbed towards the direction where the blood was the heaviest. Then he began to roll it.

I thought to myself, what kind of hair is this? This is a leech like a thin filament.

He looked at my wound and said strangely.

"This thing is very sensitive to blood. If I didn't have this iron dress just now, my wound would definitely be covered with hair. However, if these hairs are bloodthirsty, then after entering your wound, they should grow wildly along your blood vessels. They should be drilling in. But you see that the hairs in your wounds are all growing outward, obviously they want to escape from your body."

"Escape?" I was surprised.

Just saw him holding my hand, pulling it above the iron clothes, and then squeezed my wound, a few drops of blood dripped from the wound and dripping on his hair. I saw those hairs twisted and quickly retreating.

I looked at it, feeling a little confused. Hey, what's going on? Then I heard him say, "Now I know why the old lady asked me to take you."

Xiaohua's expression was very emotional. I wonder what that meant.

He said, "Your name is not taken casually, your blood is very special."

"Very special blood?" I remembered what Master Liang said to me back then, "Did you say I've eaten Qilin Blood?"

"I don't know exactly that Qilin blood exhaustion is just a possibility. How this blood is produced is still a mystery." He said, "I didn't expect you to have this physique. Are you born or later?"

I thought it must be later, but I never paid attention to my blood before going to the Seven Star Lu Palace. I have always been normal for the physical examinations and other things in school. However, who knows, I have never encountered these things when I was in school.

He roasted the dagger with fire and continued to deal with other wounds for me, while saying, "The old lady must know. It seems that she has planned it, but why didn't she tell me?"

I also talked about this detail during the narrative process at that time, but I don’t know if the old woman really arranged for Xiaohua and I to come here because she knew this detail. I am not sure, because my blood is sometimes spiritual and sometimes not effective, and it is similar to Duan Yu’s Six-Meridian Divine Sword, so I really can’t rely on it.

"What is Qilin blood?" I thought of the blood of the oil bottle and asked him. As soon as I finished asking, the tip of the dagger was lifted into my feet, and I almost shrank because I was so painful.

After a while, he picked out a piece of things for me to show. He said, "I don't know. I just heard many legends. It is said that someone has studied before that the mechanism of blood formation is very strange. It seems that everyone is different. My father said that one possibility is osmotic effect. People who take Chinese medicine for many years will have a faint smell of Chinese medicine all over their body. Similarly, people who smoke all year round have a difficult smell of smoke. If you bathe with radar insecticide every day, you can achieve the same effect."

I thought it was so fumigating, but the method he said was similar to incense. In ancient times, people used this to treat body odor. It is said that Yang Guifei had body odor, which was to bathe with Chinese medicine every day. In the Qing Dynasty, there was a concubine named Xiangfei. It was said that she also grew up in petal spices, so she had a strange fragrance. However, there was no strange smell on the body of the mangrove bottle and I, and I didn't believe that a small piece of Qilin Blood Die had such a great effect.

"I've heard of another possibility, do you know the drugmaker's statement?"

I shook my head, I resell antiques, and I am not familiar with medical science.

He rinsed with a kettle, wrung out the blood and sweat from his sweatshirt, and then used it to cover my wounds, and said, "In ancient times, some alchemists would raise some medicine men, or prescription people. Most of these people were lunatics or slaves to test elixirs. Because many elixirs were poisonous, the alchemists would feed them with small doses of poison every day, so that the body of these medicines slowly adapted to the poison. These people took a variety of medicines, so their physique would be very abnormal. Especially their blood would be very different from ordinary people."

I said, "My father is not that pervert. I grew up eating rice. Don't tell me, my father uses arsenic to stir-fry dishes and mercury as soy sauce."

As soon as I finished speaking, my feet hurt again and almost shrank.

"Anyway, this is very good news for me. I believe my mother-in-law arranged this on purpose. If you and the black-faced god have this kind of blood, it is very reasonable. The two people should use it separately. Their large army uses large sizes, and I use a small size here. And obviously, you have a very good mind, which can make up for your physical weakness." He pressed my feet and said.

"You don't look particularly good in physical strength. At most, I say you are better at crawling and jumping." I said angrily.

"From the beginning of the era of complete burial system in Chinese tombs, the primary quality of the industry like Todotaosa is a sensitive and flexible body, and you don't often encounter such terrible scenes." At this time, he looked back at me, with a strange expression.

"What's wrong?" I gritted my teeth.

He said, "Sorry, I accidentally broke your blood vessel."


Chapter completed!