"Okay," Uncle Duan agreed.
Now the little corpse is staring at me, and I don't dare to move.
I'm afraid that if I move, Uncle Duan and the head nurse will be targeted by that little ghost.
I can completely protect myself by dodging it myself, but Uncle Duan and the head nurse don't even have the ability to parry.
I'm just waiting for Uncle Duan to take that man's blood and fight that dry little devil again "Stinky girl, you treat your uncle and me like this, I shouldn't have taken you in back then, even if it was better to raise a dog than to raise you, the beast would not betray me before, you are not even as good as a beast" The man was already grinning because Uncle Duan was squeezing his wound with one hand, making the blood flow faster.
Even if it hurts like this, he still doesn't forget to curse the head nurse, and by looking at his face, he knows that the reason why he took in the head nurse back then was just to make her a puppet Now, if he let that man go, he could rush over and beat the head nurse right away.
"If I had known that I was alive like this, I would rather die," the head nurse said suddenly.
"You" the man was also angry enough.
"It's okay, it's okay to have a bowl of it," Uncle Duan asked, looking at me.
"You can have as many as you want, as long as it's enough," I said as Uncle Duan said.
Not to mention, Uncle Duan and I cooperated quite seamlessly.
"Okay," Uncle Duan handed me the bowl with the blood directly.
“ok” I can't say it's a full bowl, that's a bit too exaggerated, and there is not much blood in the human body.
If that man had been covered with a bowl full of blood.
I guess he's fainted from blood loss.
There's still the strength to dance with us here When I took the bowl, when I touched the wall of the bowl with my hand, I could still feel the residual warmth of the blood.
If this were someone else, it would be so scared that my mother would throw the bowl away.
When I touched the residual warmth of the blood, I was surprised and excited.
Or maybe I've seen a lot, and although we deal with corpses all day, we're no strangers to blood.
We have to learn everything, not to mention the warm red liquid, all the internal organs in the chest cavity, taken out or cut into pathological sections, we often play with our hands and carefully observe.
Now that I think about my profession, I am quite perverted, I have to be careful, bold and lonely.
Why do we say that we can endure loneliness, because our profession will make others think that we touch corpses all day long, refuse to shake hands with us at all, and hide our hands in our pockets immediately when they see our hands.
It's like we have bacteria on our hands, anyway, I'm used to it, in school, I often put my hands in my school uniform pockets, knowing that my classmates are afraid, and I don't want to do that embarrassing thing.
Self-knowledge is still necessary When I held the bowl of blood in my hand, it was a dry little devil who smelled blood.
The little ghost needs to be fed with blood, although it doesn't take a lot, but the person who supports it can drop a few drops of blood on the little ghost's dry body if it's okay.
So the blood of the man I'm holding in my hand right now is just right for that little dry ghost. aa2705221: