Xiao Wangyou, who got the resurrection grass, found the medicine jar, put the resurrection grass in and grind it into a sticky shape.
Then take out the knife and prepare to cut your wrist.
Her actions scared Ye Shengsheng. She rushed forward to stop her daughter's behavior, with a worried look on her face:
"Wangyou, what are you doing? This knife is too sharp to be played with."
Xiao Wangyou looked at the aunt and blinked her big eyes and explained to her, "I didn't take it and play with it. I want to cut my hand and bleed."
"Ah? Why?"
Ye Shengsheng wrinkled his little face and worriedly refused to allow his daughter to do so.
Xiao Wangyou said:
"The Resurrection Grass requires human blood to be fabricated, and this blood must be very pure. The ancient books say that the younger the person, the purer the blood.
Among us, I am the youngest, so my blood is the best. Auntie, don’t worry, you can’t ask for much.”
Ye Shengsheng shook his head, but he still refused.
"But you are too young, can you cut me off?"
"Auntie, I finally found the Resurrection Grass. I want to use the purest blood to make it happen, otherwise it will not work then, and the Resurrection Grass will be wasted."
Looking at her senior sister and Murong Qi, Xiao Wangyou said:
"You guys hold on to my aunt and don't let her disturb me from concocting the resurrection grass."
Lian Qiao also felt sorry for such a young child, cutting her wrist and bleeding her.
She asked, "Does the child's blood be necessary? When the master saved me, there was no child's blood?"
Xiao Wangyou explained to her:
"Your situation is different from that of Master. Master has a heart problem, so he can only use the child's blood to resurrection grass to make it happen.
Only by dipping the silver needle into his heart can his dead heart be revived. Don’t you believe me anymore?”
She felt a little wronged.
It was obvious that the process was like this, so why did adults always question her?
Murong Qi couldn't bear to have a child letting go of his blood, so he hurriedly said:
"Since he has a heart problem, why don't we just change his heart?"
But in his opinion, Yun Bo is showing signs of life all over his body, and nothing is useless to replace him.
Why does this child say that something is wrong with his heart?
Xiao Wangyou was a little impatient.
"If it's useful to change the heart, you won't wait until I come here. I beg you to believe me once, okay? He is my master, and I just want the master to get better."
Everyone thinks she is a child and has no basis for anything she does.
But she learned all these from ancient books.
It was also what my master taught her back then.
Lian Qiao had no choice but to compromise, "That's OK, but you can't put too much, just put it a little bit and bandage it up quickly."
Ye Shengsheng still doesn't want to.
"Wangyou, do you want the blood of your child? I'll go outside to find it for you. Don't cut your hands, okay?"
How could she bear to have her daughter cut her hands and let blood?
What if one is not done well and it is serious?
She is just such a precious daughter, so she can't let anything happen to her anymore.
Xiao Wangyou looked at Ye Shengsheng and asked:
"Auntie, when you go out to find someone else, you will also release the blood of other children. Besides, why should others give you blood?"
"Master is like my father. When he is in trouble, I should sacrifice my life to save him. Besides, I just put a little blood on it, and there will be no serious trouble."
Besides, she has released her blood, so just stew some ginseng and some meat to replenish it.
It takes a few days to make the blood regenerate.
After a few words, Ye Shengsheng was speechless.
Yes, other people's children are also children, why should they give them blood?
There was no other way, so she had to nod and agree.
But he said, "Let my uncle come and help you release it."
She looked at Murong Qi and signaled him to take the knife.
Otherwise, the child will not know the severity of the wound, and it will be difficult to deal with if the wound is too deep and the blood flows continuously.
Lian Qiao hurriedly prepared medicine to stop bleeding.
Murong Qi took the knife and held the child's little hand.
Looking at the child's fearless look, he asked:
"Aren't you afraid of pain?"
Xiao Wangyou's face did not change, "It doesn't hurt. I've eaten it even more painful than this. This is nothing. You can bleed quickly."
Murong Qi took the medicine jar and put it in front of him, and asked the child again, "How much blood should be put?"
“Go to this location.”
Xiao Wangyou pointed to the medicine jar and said.
Ye Shengsheng looked at it, immediately frowned again and said worriedly:
"Do you need so much blood? You will die if you release so much blood at such a young age."
Xiao Wangyou smiled, "It's okay, I have to make the Resurrection Grass. Only so much blood is enough. Don't worry, auntie, I can't die."
She urged Murong Qi, "Senior sister's boyfriend, hurry up and do it."
Murong Qi was not vague and picked up the knife and cut a hole directly on the child's wrist.
Immediately, blood gushed out and dripped into the medicine jar.
Ye Shengsheng looked at his daughter with heartache.
Although it was her daughter's blood, it hurt her heart.
She pressed her chest with discomfort, breathed hard, and hurriedly reminded Murong Qi, "My third brother is enough, bandage her quickly."
Xiao Wangyou stopped him, "No, it's not enough."
She was really not afraid of pain at all, and she didn't even frown.
Lian Qiao couldn't bear it, so she hurriedly took the bleeding-stop medicine and signaled Murong Qi.
"Enough is enough."
Seeing that the child did not refuse, Murong Qi hurriedly helped her bandage the wound.
Perhaps because of the bleeding, Xiao Wangyou still felt a little dizzy.
She suddenly fell back and leaned against Ye Shengsheng's arms, but she still said strongly:
"Take this onto the fire, put my silver needle in and boil it together."
Lian Qiao knew that doing this would require the silver needle to stick to the effect of the resurrection herb and go straight to the heart.
She understands.
Hurry up and do what the child said.
Ye Shengsheng hurriedly picked up his daughter with heartache.
"Wangyou, I'll take you to bed to rest. Will we stew ginseng soup for you to drink later?"
Xiao Wangyou's face turned pale to the naked eye.
She nodded weakly, willing to be taken care of by them.
Murong Qi quickly prepared the ingredients for blood replenishment.
After getting a big bowl, I brought it to Xiao Wangyou's bed.
Ye Shengsheng personally fed her.
Xiao Wangyou was afraid that they were worried about him, and smiled and said:
"I'm fine, I'll wake up after sleeping. Auntie, don't worry about me."
Ye Shengsheng's eyes were filled with tears, trying hard to endure the pain in his heart and cooperate with the child to respond.
"Well, aunty, don't worry, please go to bed, aunty will be with you."
"good."
Xiao Wangyou looked at Murong Qi before going to bed and reminded:
"Tell your senior sister that you can boil it in a sticky shape over low heat. After it is cooked, wake me up quickly. I will help the master remove the needle on his chest before the silver needle cools down."
Murong Qi nodded, "Okay, we will pay attention, you can take a break."
Xiao Wangyou felt dizzy and tired.
She was lying on the bed with a small body, and her aunt held her hands and fell asleep soon.
Ye Shengsheng kept guarding her.
Looking at her daughter's pale face and injured wrist, she felt so uncomfortable that she couldn't help crying.
Lian Zheng carefully boiled medicine while she was on the side.
Murong Qi accompanied her.
It was three hours later that the medicine was ready.
They woke Xiao Wangyou up on time.
Xiao Wangyou stood up and came to his master weakly. After climbing onto the stone bed, he knelt beside him and started to use the silver needle made of resurrection grass and blood. He replaced the silver needle on Yun Bo's body with one stitch.
But the method of typing is completely different from what Lily has before.
She was stung all over.
After tying it, he looked at Murong Qi and said:
"Uncle, can you dig a hole there? I'm going to bury my master in the mud pit."