"So, what is the price?"
Some bold people asked Fang Tianzhi a question.
Hearing such an offensive question, Fang Tianzhi was naturally very unhappy; given his temper, he would usually kill someone.
However, this time he surprisingly suppressed his temper and instead praised, "What a good question!"
"What is the price? Actually, the price is very simple!"
As he spoke, Fang Tianzhi looked at Wu Er and then gesticulated wildly, saying, "I want you to bleed someone, as much as you want. As long as you bleed him, I will give you the antidote."
Upon hearing this, Wu Er sensed that something was amiss.
Bleeding? Bleeding the blood of one person!
The person being bled out is clearly himself.
Although he wanted to save people, Wu Er definitely didn't want to do it this way.
“I have a sword here. If you use this sword to cut that person and make him bleed, I will give you the antidote.”
Fang Tianzhi's voice was incredibly seductive, his words testing the hearts of everyone, but these crazy people had lost all conscience.
Even those who are somewhat rational have made a decision.
After all, it's just drawing blood from one person; it won't kill anyone.
It's a good deal to exchange a life for a small cut, even just a small one, by shedding some blood.
Such thoughts lingered in everyone's mind.
Fang Tianzhi, who was in control of everything, saw that his words had fermented enough, and then began the next step.
"Do you want to know who bled him?" Fang Tian pointed at Wu Er. "It's him who was bled. It doesn't matter how much blood was drawn, as long as he's alive. Oh, by the way, he's a cultivator, and he's in very good health."
As the last word fell, Wu Er looked at the people around him and his heart sank.
These people, these madmen, or rather these mad beasts, have undisguised desires in their eyes.
They all wished they could rush up immediately and slice Wu Er up and bleed him dry.
If Fang Tianzhi hadn't kept quiet, Wu Er would probably have been torn to pieces by them long ago.
"I know you're all impatient, but if we're not talking about this beforehand, we can only make a small incision and let out a tiny bit of blood."
Fang Tianzhi continued, "After all, you're all good people, right? You wouldn't kill anyone, would you?"
The sarcastic remarks made everyone uncomfortable and made them want to vent their frustrations.
Now that everything was under his control, Fang Tianzhi took a step back, letting Wu Er step out from behind him.
Let's begin!
Then Fang Tianzhi threw out a sword as thin as a cicada's wing, which landed in front of Wu Er.
Clearly, this is a bloodletting sword for him.
This sword is very sharp, but I wonder if the wounds caused by such a sharp sword will be very painful.
Although they had Fang Tianzhi's consent, the group still didn't take any action; they were all observing.
That's just how people are; most people don't dare to be the first to try.
Just like the first person to eat a crab is praised as a hero.
Only when the first person does it will the others follow suit.
And once the first person benefits, everyone else will frantically follow suit.
While waiting for the first person to appear, Wu Er was the most anxious one.
He was scared, he was terrified.
This is something that would frighten anyone.
So many people are asking him to bleed them out; he deserves to be torn to pieces!
What kind of sinners deserve to be torn to pieces?
What kind of person can withstand such torture?
Although the first person to try it hasn't appeared yet, they will appear sooner or later under the allure of the fire element.
Sure enough, after a while of stalemate, someone squeezed out of the crowd and came to Wu Er's side.
The man was thin and listless, and his face, mutilated by Wen Yi's hammer, was so distorted that his exact age was impossible to discern.
"I don't want to say much, I'm just doing this to survive," the man said.
He picked up the sword in front of Wu Er and stared into Wu Er's eyes.
The two stared at each other, but Wu Er did not look away because he was bound.
The first person to pick up the sword did not look away, for he had a clear conscience.
He had a clear conscience, even though he bled out a stranger to save his own life.
"Pfft~"
The sound of a sword piercing flesh rang out, and blood splattered out.
The man held a sword in his hand, and the sword pierced Wu Er's arm.
This sword is indeed very sharp; it can easily pierce even the flesh of a cultivator.
pain!
That really hurts!
The undisguised pain shot into his brain, and if he hadn't been bound by magic, Wu Er would have screamed out.
He couldn't understand why this sword wound was so painful, so unbearable, when he could endure so much pain normally.
With another "plop," the device was pulled out of Wu Er's body and thrown to the ground again.
You can see that the originally smooth blade has been stained red.
That was blood, Wu Er's blood.
"The first one? Congratulations!"
Fang Tianzhi smiled and congratulated the first person who stabbed Wu Er, as if that person had done something of great merit.
"Can you heal me?" the man who threw down the sword asked.
Fang Tianzhi nodded and said, "Of course."
After saying that, he waved his hand lightly at the person.
The man, who had been emaciated, suddenly looked much better, his body gradually became stronger, and he was full of energy.
The others around were extremely envious, and their gazes toward Wu Er became even more ferocious.
"Alright, we've got the first one, so who's next? Only one person can stab at a time."
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