Some gaps still look the same color as normal land.
A craftsman pointed to a patch of reddish-brown earth at his feet that looked like it had been sprayed.
He said in a trembling voice, "Look at this... Doesn't this look like human blood spurting out?"
Craftsman: "Stop... stop talking, I feel like vomiting..."
"I'm so scared...my legs are weak..."
"Help me up, I...I can't stand anymore."
Looking at the craftsmen, all of them had pale faces and trembling legs.
He looked unsteady and about to faint.
Qi Pan stretched out his hand and pointed in a direction.
"The ones lying over there are the craftsmen from your previous batch."
"The ground is spilt with their blood."
"If you don't study gunpowder well, you will want to learn from them."
"Then the next group lying over there will be you."
"It's you who feed the grass with your blood."
The craftsmen looked in the direction of Qipan's finger.
I see a new pile of dirt over there.
The mud on the mound was still fresh.
It was just built not long ago.
Then think about what Qi Pan said.
Are the people buried under that mound the previous batch of craftsmen?
Look at the land beneath your feet again.
That dark brown thing actually turned out to be blood.
It is the blood of their previous batch of craftsmen.
The craftsmen looked at Qi Pan and Ying Yinman with fear in their eyes.
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