When Uncle Duan heard me say this, he was about to open his mouth to persuade the master to do something, but the master raised his hand to stop him.
"It's okay, give me a few minutes and let me stabilize a little."
Master looked at me with his teeth pressed and said.
At this time, I couldn't help at all, so I had to rely on Master to endure it on his own.
I nodded to Master and helped her to sit on the couch and rest for a while.
There is no need to be too anxious about the rest of the things, first let the master get through this hurdle.
Everyone waited silently, and no one dared to urge the master.
After about ten minutes, Master exhaled heavily after countless swallows.
"It's okay, let's continue," Master said as he looked at me with a smile with difficulty.
"Can I really continue," I asked, looking uncertainly at the master.
Master nodded, and I could tell she didn't want to say too much right now.
After all, the smell of blood is very disgusting, although we are all often faced with corpses, and we have smelled anything disgusting.
But if you really drink blood into your mouth, no one can bear it.
Master was so persevering, I don't know what was going through her mind when she drank that disgusting cup of stuff and forced it down.
Anyway, I really admire her, I don't think I can drink it myself.
"Okay Uncle Duan, you and Master sit on the ground face to face, I need to make a cut on Master's index finger, and Uncle Duan will also make a cut on the finger that I pricked just now, and then the two of you put the wounds together, and I'll do the rest, you two don't have to worry about anything, don't ask, just close your eyes and wait quietly, okay, I'll tell you."
I looked at Master and Uncle Duan and said.
"Good" Master and Uncle Duan replied at the same time.
Then I told them to sit in the middle of the living room, and I took out a knife from my cloth bag and looked at Uncle Duan and Master.
Uncle Duan first stretched out his index finger, which I had just pierced, in front of me, looked at me and smiled, and said, "Come on."
At this time, I couldn't go to see the Master, because I was afraid of the way the Master looked at me, and I was afraid that I wouldn't dare to do it.
With a ruthless heart, he directly pulled Uncle Duan's index finger, the knife rose and fell, and with a clean and sharp knife, he made a not-so-deep cut on Uncle Duan's index finger.
I couldn't stop, so I turned my head to look at Master and motioned for her to give me her index finger.
Although Master's face was not good, he still cooperated and stretched out his index finger to me, and it was another clean and sharp knife, and I also made a cut on Master's index finger.
"Now the two of you put your wounds together, calm down, don't move, don't speak."
I watched as the two men explained.
Master and Uncle Duan raised their index fingers at the same time, and as I said, the wound on the index finger was put together, and both of them closed their eyes at the same time.
I let out a heavy breath to prepare for the next thing, and reached out and pulled out two pieces of rune paper from my cloth bag.
This was written on the piece of paper given to me by my grandmother, and I was asked to look at the book, find a talisman that can induce yang energy, and then practice drawing it.
When helping Master and Uncle Duan to cross the yang qi, they pasted the talisman paper on the bodies of the two people, surrounded the two people with scriptures, and the yang qi began to pass. aa2705221: