Wen Yan was silent for a moment and whispered, âI just remembered some bad things.â
When Jiang Zhou fell off the carriage and fainted from excessive blood loss, he was also like this, holding Jiang Zhou in his arms, hoping that he would wake up.
At that time, he didnât sleep for most of the night, so he cuddled up against the unconscious Jiang Zhou, placing his palm against Jiang Zhouâs heart, feeling the weak beating of his chest, fearing that he would leave him quietly without knowing it.
Although he was acting just now, he suddenly thought of that time. In order to make the play looked more real, he let himself fell into it, so he cried bitterly.
Only when his crying was real, Lu Heng would believe it.
The hatred he showed toward Lu Heng just now was true. He wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood.
Wen Yan choked, held Jiang Zhouâs hand around his waist, turned around, and rubbed his face: âItâs okay, itâs all over.â
Jiang Zhou expected that Lu Heng would be unable to hold himself back, and sure enough, within a few days, Lu Heng came to see him. His soul was becoming more and more unstable, and he was frantically testing on the edge of separation almost every day.
Especially since he came back from Jiang Zhou that day, he had been in a trance countless time, and he would always have some strange thoughts unconsciously. For example, when he saw water, he would think about whether he would suffocate to death if he kept drowning, and he really couldnât control those thoughts. He walked toward the water where he lived and woke up suddenly when the water reached his knees.
Another example, he went to a restaurant with his friends to eat and drink. When he stood on the second floor and looked down, he always felt that he would fall down and be shattered into pieces in the next second. As a result, he only dared to sit in the lobby on the first floor and did not dare to go back to the private room.
After being tortured day after day, he finally couldnât help but come to Jiang Zhou.
Jiang Zhou pondered for a moment: âDoes Master Zhuo know?â
Lu Heng froze and shook his head.
Zhuo Bang had always regarded him as his own son. If he told him, how could he accept it? It was better not to brand him as a heretic.
âThen how are you going to get his heartâs blood?â
Lu Heng frowned: âI will find a way.â
Jiang Zhou looked at his cold expression and was silent for a moment: âOkay, the blood needs to be fresh. Donât forget to call me when the time comes, and Iâll come over and watch for you.â
âNot need more for time, itâs tomorrow night!â Lu Heng made up his mind. âI can get the blood tomorrow. The sooner this matter is resolved, the better.â
Jiang Zhou sighed: â Okay.â
He had a hunch that Zhuo Bang would probably be sad this time.
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On the second day, Lu Heng, seeming to have a guilty conscience, chose the time when it was almost nightfall.
Today was not in the middle of the month, the sky was empty; there wasnât even a crescent moon in the sky, only one very bright star.
The people in the post house dispersed early after their shift ended. The Zhuo family originally had two servants, but they were given an excuse to rest today.
Zhuo Yan and Zhuo Bang were the only two people left in the huge post house.
During dinner, Lu Heng found an excuse and ordered two more glasses of wine. After watching Zhuo Bang fell asleep, he opened the door and let Jiang Zhou in.
When he was led into Zhuo Bangâs room and saw a bowl of water and a dagger next to him, Jiang Zhou couldnât help but sigh. Lu Heng had really brought this upon himself.
As long as he had no intention of harming others, Zhuo Bang would not kill him.
Just as he was thinking this, Lu Heng had already cut Zhuo Bangâs finger open with a dagger in his trembling hands. Dark red blood dropped into the bowl. Lu Heng suddenly stopped.
He felt that the bowl of blood was very dazzling. The blood melted in the water like spreading dark red flowers, which could dye peopleâs eyes dark. There was a faint rust-like smell floating in the air.
Lu Heng swallowed his saliva, looked back at Jiang Zhou, picked up the bowl, and drank in one gulp.
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He choked, and the smell of blood filled the air in his mouth. He obviously didnât put out a lot of blood, but he felt that the smell of blood was particularly strong, with a bitter taste, and a raw sensation in his throat.
But the strange thing was that even after waiting for so long, he still didnât feel the heartbreaking pain Jiang Zhou showed.
He couldnât help but look back at Jiang Zhou.
As a result, he happened to see Jiang Zhouâs smile.
He couldnât tell how he felt, but he always felt that the smile was a bit weird, and a chill quickly ran down his spine.
He hesitated for a moment and asked, âWhatâs going on? I donât seem to have any reaction?â
Jiang Zhou asked, âDidnât you say that there are two methods? Maybe you are using the other one?â
He had been asking Lu Heng about the two methods he mentioned. He was worried about something going wrong, so he asked Lu Heng to come with him at that time, just to see if he had anything to hide.
Lu Heng frowned. In fact, there was nothing to hide at this point. He thought about it and decided to tell Jiang Zhou, âActually, you donât need any spells to stabilize your soul. It only needs ten consecutive days of drinking heart blood.â
âHeart blood for ten consecutive days?â Jiang Zhouâs face darkened. âYou have to bleed a small bowl of blood every day, even if itâs from the finger. Ten days is a lot, it was too much for sacrifice.â
âMoreover, if you cut his fingers like this every day, wouldnât Master Zhuo notice it?â