Everyone nodded in agreement.
At this time, because the house was burning, they could see the entire city clearly.
It turned out that this city was made up of countless houses on both sides, with a street in the middle that could accommodate three people walking side by side. However, at this time, the street was gloomy and deserted.
When you look at the end, you will be surprised to find that all the houses are wrapped in a layer of silver threads. Only the hall above is as clean as before, and there is no trace of silver threads at all.
With the illumination of the fire, everyone can clearly see the surroundings and the road ahead.
"Why are you here so late? So slow!" Just at the foot of the wooden stairs leading to the main hall above, the shirtless monk Jingchen was sitting on the stairs and said impatiently.
"Girl, I may need to borrow your blood next." Monk Jingchen looked at Zhang Meng who was leaning against Gu Mingtai with an embarrassed look on his face.
"Master! What do you want to do again!" Gu Mingtai frowned and looked at Monk Jingchen angrily.
"You little brat, do you think I'm willing to do this? There's no other way. If we want to go up there, we must have the blood of Nuwa's descendants to lead the way. Otherwise, all of us will never get there even if we walk for tens of thousands of years." Monk Jingchen said angrily.
The master and the apprentice began to become hostile. At this moment, Master Liao suddenly spoke up, "Comrade Gu, your master didn't lie to you. If you want to go up, you must use Comrade Zhang's blood."
"I don't agree. If you want to use my wife's blood, no one can go up there!" Gu Mingtai snorted coldly and held Zhang Meng's hand tightly.
"You little brat, you've come all the way here and you're throwing a tantrum. Are you willing to give up like this? Don't you want to see what Nuwa's cave looks like?" When Monk Jingchen heard that he wanted to give up, he persuaded him nervously and angrily.
Unfortunately, he didn't know that in Gu Mingtai's heart, the sky and the earth were not as big as his wife.
"I have no interest in that place in the first place. If Xiao Meng hadn't wanted to come, I wouldn't have come at all."
"You little bastard, do you want to piss off your master to death? Let me ask you one thing, are you willing to let your wife bleed a little?" Monk Jingchen pointed at him and asked loudly, blowing his beard and glaring.
"No!" Gu Mingtai answered firmly.
"Okay, okay, you little bastard, I'm going to beat you to death." Monk Jingchen rushed over angrily with his fist raised.
Gu Mingtai looked at him motionlessly with a sullen face.
Zhang Meng, who was standing next to him, was extremely anxious. Seeing the fist about to hit him, he quickly shouted, "Stop it! I'll let go!"
"Xiao Meng!" Gu Mingtai looked at her worriedly.
Zhang Meng pursed her lips and smiled, "It's okay, Gu Mingtai, isn't it just a little bleeding? It's no big deal. Since I know how precious my blood is, I've already lost enough blood. Isn't it just a little more? I can bear it."
Seeing her smile as bright as the sun, Gu Mingtai squeezed her hand distressedly and whispered to her, "What a fool."
Zhang Meng smiled again, shook his hand, and said to him in a negotiating tone, "Gu Mingtai, please stop arguing with your master. I know you love me, but I also know you respect your master very much. I don't want you to be embarrassed because of me. Promise me! Don't argue with him, okay?"
After hesitating for a while, he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you!" Zhang Meng immediately grinned.
Gu Mingtai tightened his grip on her hand and turned to look at his master, who was looking at him with displeasure. "How much blood do you want to lose? If it's too much, I still say the same thing: no."
Monk Jingchen glared again.
Before he could get angry, Old Master Liao answered for him, "Not much, just a spoonful of blood is enough!"
Gu Mingtai turned his head and glanced at Zhang Meng. He saw her smile and nod.
Soon, he nodded to Mr. Liao with mixed feelings. Seeing this, Mr. Liao happily called one of his men to get a knife.
When the knife cut his wrist, Zhang Meng couldn't help but frown.
After she was reborn, she had countless scars on her hands and body because she was covered in blood.
Soon half a spoonful of blood was placed, and Mr. Liao took the blood and sprinkled it into something similar to a compass.
The two silver needles on the blood-stained compass suddenly started to spin rapidly.
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