The eldest son of the Marquis of Jingyuan Mansion in Liang State has been exposed to various medicines since he was a child. The imperial physician in the palace once predicted that he would not live more than fifteen years.
Today, the prince is ten years old, but his health is getting worse and worse, and he is on the verge of running out of energy.
Marquis Jingyuan was extremely worried about this. She fasted and chanted Buddhist scriptures devoutly every day, praying to God to bless her son to be safe.
If possible, she would rather exchange her own life for her son's life.
Now that she knew a piece of inside information that might save her son's life, she naturally would not let it go.
Seeing the old woman hurried in, the Marquis asked, "How is the matter going?"
"I got it back. But..."
"But what?"
"The man they wanted refused, so we brought him back from the family next door," the old woman whispered.
The Hou family originally wanted to use a large sum of money to exchange for the blood of the immortal's descendant. It was said that the blood of the Zhaojia Village villagers had taken the elixir, which made it effective. But if we look at who took more, it must be the immortal's family without a doubt.
"Do you think the money you gave me is not enough?"
"The amount has already been raised to 10,000 taels of silver, and they don't want to talk about the money. Because of the immortal, we dare not take action, so we can only use the money to lure other people."
Hou Xiaoren's hand, which was spinning the Buddhist beads, paused for a moment, and after a long moment he sighed, "Forget it, let's try it first."
If it works, she'll stop. If not, she'll make another plan.
The prince of the Marquis's mansion was nourished by blood once or twice, and his health gradually improved, but it is not the case that he was reborn and no longer had to worry about his life.
Hou Xiaoren: "This blood is effective but not much. It seems that we need to find a way to get the blood of the descendants of immortals."
The people below were worried: "What if the immortal blames us?"
"As long as I can save my son, everything is worth it. If the immortal punishes me, I will bear all the blame."
The servant responded and went down quietly to do it.
On a dark and windy night, a 15-year-old girl named Zhao Niandi was lost in Zhaojia Village, and a cousin who came from the countryside to live in Jingyuan Marquis Mansion in the capital appeared.
My cousin is a lucky person. Since coming to the Marquis' Mansion, the frail and sickly prince has gradually recovered and is no different from an ordinary person.
The capital was in an uproar. Those who didn't know the truth were asking about the origins of this cousin, while those who knew the truth started to make their own calculations.
There are many sick people in the capital city, and even more people who want to live forever.
For a period of time that followed, people continued to disappear from Zhaojia Village, and the homes of high-ranking officials in the capital were constantly visited by relatives from the countryside.
But this group of people soon discovered that there were only a few that really had outstanding effects.
The secret struggles began, everyone wanted to monopolize it, and the number of assassins in the capital increased.
It was not until a group of dignitaries held a meeting behind closed doors and reached some kind of consensus that the assassins in the capital disappeared.
At first, they treated the people they invited with great courtesy, but as time went on, they discovered that the immortals didn't seem to punish them for the evil things they had done.
Therefore, the treatment of those who were captured was reduced again and again, and finally they were all locked up together to make it easier to draw blood.
The villagers of Zhaojia Village were directly reduced to lowly blood slaves, whose blood was taken every day, and some even became tools for the upper class to make money.
Those with noble status can naturally get the blood of the immortal's descendants, while those with low status can pay to buy the blood of other villagers.
Some people even had a sudden idea that if this blood has such miraculous effects, what about the others?
For a time, the villagers of Zhaojia Village were in unspeakable misery.
"We are all decent citizens. What did we do wrong? Why do we have to endure such inhuman torture?" someone asked angrily.
"It's fine to torture us adults, but why don't you let the innocent children go too?"
“Who can come and save us?”
The villagers in the cages shouted in anger and despair; the anger, crying, and shouting echoed in the air for a long time.
"What are you arguing about?!" A prison boss walked in with a whip in his hand.
He whipped the whip violently, making a sharp explosion. The villagers were frightened by the sudden sound and trembled. They shut their mouths tightly and dared not make any sound.
"Sir, we are all law-abiding citizens. When will you let us out?" someone asked cautiously.
"Still want to get out?" The jailer sneered, his eyes flashing with contempt and sarcasm. "You bastards should give the elixir to the people above you. Who let you eat it? Is that elixir something you bastards can eat? Since you ate it, others can only drink your blood."
His words were like a sharp blade, piercing the hearts of the villagers and turning their faces pale in an instant.
They ate the elixir.
It is thought that when the immortal gave Zhao Mu two pills, she did not keep them all by herself. Instead, she fetched a bucket of water, dissolved the pills in the water, and shared them with the whole village.
There weren't many, just one bite per person.
Who would have thought that this action would bring disaster?
Suddenly, a respectable steward came into the prison. The head of the prison immediately put down his whip, bowed and greeted him, with a flattering smile on his face: "Hey, Steward Wang, why are you here in person?"
Manager Wang took out a purse and threw it over. The prison boss hurriedly caught it and said, "Oh, Manager Wang, you are really too polite."
"Stop talking nonsense. Help me pick a good one, one that is clean and disease-free."
"That's fine, but... your master is only a third-rank official, so the candidate can only be chosen from the fifth degree of mourning, and direct descendants cannot be chosen. I hope you can understand."
This direct descendant cannot be a royal relative, a duke or a marquis, this is the rule set down from above.
The steward nodded and said, "I understand the rules, but this time I want to..."
The steward lowered his head and whispered something in the prison boss's ear. The prison boss looked a little embarrassed, but after being stuffed with a purse, he nodded in agreement.
Soon, a ten-year-old child was taken out and brought to a dark place.
The child burst into an earth-shaking cry, "Ahhh, Mom, it hurts, I'm going to die, Mom, I'm going to die!"
"Shut up! I'm just cutting off a piece of your flesh. It's too early to think about dying!" A low growl came from a distance.
Not long after, the child was bandaged and sent back.
"My son, my son!" Looking at the pale, dying child, the mother was heartbroken.
A ten-year-old child eventually died of a high fever from his injuries, and his body was taken away by them.
"You beasts, drinking human blood is not enough, you want to eat humans too?"
"What's the point?"
A crisp voice came from a corner, full of hatred: "It's all Zhao Yi's fault!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and found it was Zhao Zhaodi, the youngest.
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