So she wasn't afraid that this woman would lie to her.
It was a small inn, and Ke'er brought Qi Luo'er to a small room.
The furnishings in the room are very simple, facing a large bed with heavy bed curtains.
Lifting a corner of the bed curtain, Qi Luoer saw a man lying on his back.[
The man looked handsome, but his face was as pale as paper and his chest did not rise and fall. He had obviously been dead for a long time.
"This is my husband, wuwu, he has been dead for three days. If he doesn't get the saint's blood today, he will really be gone..."
Ke'er stared at the man on the bed and shed tears again.
At this moment, how could Qi Luoer still have any doubt?
Without further ado, he pulled out a dagger and put it on his wrist: "How much blood do you need?"
Ke'er's eyes flashed and she bit her lip: "One bowl is enough."
"Okay then, go get a utensil." Qi Luoer instructed calmly.
Ke'er looked at her face, which had obviously lost a lot of blood, and a trace of unbearability flashed in her eyes: "Sister, it's a little painful when taking blood."
Qi Luoer smiled bitterly in her heart, she had experienced more pain than this.
What pain could compare to the pain in her heart?
"It doesn't matter, I can still bear this little pain. Get a big shot quickly."
Ke'er sighed and brought over a large fine porcelain bowl: "Sister, you don't look good, I'm afraid you are not full of energy, so just take half the bowl first. It's probably enough."
Qi Luoer smiled, said nothing, and cut his wrist hard, and blood immediately spurted out!
After a while, I successfully received most of the bowl...
Ke'er looked on with fear and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, enough, enough. Sister, stop the bleeding quickly..."
Qi Luoer didn't say anything. He filled the big bowl and then put it down.
He quickly counted his fingers on his wrist to stop the blood flow.