I took out the silver needle I was used to from the cloth bag, pulled Uncle Duan's hand, didn't think much about it at all, and stabbed it directly into his left index finger.
Because a few more drops of blood were needed, the needle was a little deep, but Uncle Duan didn't have any expression on his face, as if he had been bitten by a mosquito.
After piercing, I pinched Uncle Duan's fingers and squeezed them into the cup a few times, and the red blood dripped right on the things I had just dried.
Because the blood itself was very viscous and had to mix with the powdered object, I had to drop six or seven drops of blood to almost mix.
Not to mention Master, even when I smell that smell and think about what is in it, I feel a little like retching.
Luckily it wasn't for me to drink, or I would have really vomited.
It's really hard for my grandmother to find these things, if it wasn't for the last resort, who could drink such a disgusting thing into their stomachs I let go of Uncle Duan's fingers, and then carefully mixed the contents of the cup again.
He looked up at Master and said, "Master, you drink this cup first, and then we will continue with the following things." ” Master walked over and took the cup in my hand and looked at it, his eyes showing disgust.
But she knew that this disgusting-looking cup had to be drunk, otherwise she would live up to everyone's worries and worries these days.
I watched Master frown, gritted my teeth and enlarged the cup to my lips, and drank the contents of the cup directly with a tilt of my head The moment Master drank it, I felt uncomfortable in my throat and eyes, and my stomach churned.
I really admire Master, if I could ink for a long time, I might not be able to drink it.
But when I thought about what my grandmother and master both asked me, I felt calm.
Disgusting and life are more important than anyone I kept my eyes on the Master, and I drank it, but whether I could successfully swallow it or not depended on Master's own perseverance.
Seeing the position of Master's throat, she rolled it a few times before she swallowed the contents of the cup.
"Can you give me a glass of water?"
the master opened his mouth, and his teeth were all stained red with blood, which made people look a little uncomfortable.
It's like in a foreign TV series, the vampire who often plays it has just finished sucking blood.
I also want to give Master a glass of water, so that she can quickly smack her mouth and suppress that disgusting energy.
But I had to tell Master a brutal truth.
That is, my grandmother asked my mother to write on the paper to me very clearly, and you can't use water to take it, otherwise it will affect the effect.
I shook my head at the master, and said with special sympathy for her, "My grandmother said that you can't take it with water, otherwise it won't work." ” "Bear with me, bear with me, when you are well, whatever you want to drink, I will buy you immediately, and you must not drink water at this time."
Uncle Duan immediately looked at the master and said.
"I'm really sick."
Master said a few words with difficulty.
"It's really not good, you can't sleep at all, and you must not vomit, there are so many things, there is no spare, if you vomit, today's things will be wasted, and the following things will not be able to continue."
I could only watch Master tell the truth. aa2705221: