Although everyone has seen the benefits, most people are still in a wait-and-see state.

However, this stalemate didn't last long, and soon several bold people came up to Wu Er.

"I want to live."

"You'd agree to give me a little blood in exchange for my life, wouldn't you?"

"snort."

Each of them said something, perhaps to make up for their guilt.

Okay, actually there are also people who don't feel guilty.

Looking at the people in front of him, Wu Er became much more serious.

And now he can breathe more deeply.

Then there were a few more sounds, and Wu Er had several more wounds on his body, with a lot of blood on his sword and on the ground.

Fang Tianzhi was also very trustworthy; he cured every patient who bled Wu Er.

There was a first time, and then a second time, so there will definitely be a third and a fourth time.

Few are observing, but many are taking action.

People were eager to bleed Wu Er, their eyes bloodshot, all vying to be the first to stab him with their swords.

Time and time again, wave after wave.

Wu Er didn't know how many times he was stabbed, or how much blood he had shed.

In short, the ground around him was stained red.

What Wu Er is thinking about right now is...

pain……

It really hurts...

But who cares what he's thinking?

Once more people started stabbing him, the initial sense of guilt disappeared.

No one spoke to Wu Er anymore; they all came over and bled him with their swords, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

As for whether it's really a matter of course, who cares?