Although Ye Qing didn't know what the gods had moved on the white-haired Ding San, he thought that this situation must be related to the Blood-Clothing Monk. After all, the gods were trying to deal with the Blood-Clothing Monk.

So, Ye Qing wanted the monk in Blood to leave here first, so as not to have any accidents.

The monk in Blood naturally didn't know what Ye Qing was thinking. He was surprised when he heard Ye Qing's words. Just as he was about to speak, a strange sound suddenly came from the door.

In fact, the first monk in Blood-clothed was the first to hear the abnormal movement and immediately turned his head to look. Ye Qing followed closely. He just raised his head and saw a glass bottle rushing in from outside. The glass bottle contained some flesh and blood, which looked a bit scary.

The glass bottle flew in directly from outside, and seemed to be thrown in.

Everyone was surprised when they saw this glass bottle, especially Lin Tianyou, who was even shocked. Because he knew best what was contained in this glass bottle.

"This...what is going on?" Lin Tianyou exclaimed, looking at the glass bottle, his face full of incredible expressions.

Although Ye Qing didn't know what was going on, he was the first to think of the white-haired Ding San and the blood-clothed monk. Therefore, he didn't dare to hesitate at all, and rushed up to stop the glass bottle.

The monk in blood was blocking the white-haired Ding San and frowned and stared at the glass bottle. He thought the glass bottle would be unfavorable to the white-haired Ding San, so he blocked it here and prepared to stop the glass bottle from attacking the white-haired Ding San.

However, the glass bottle had no attack ability. Even as soon as it flew into the room, Ye Qing was thrown into it, pressed to the ground, and was directly broken.

However, just as the glass bottle entered the room, the raised area of ​​the white-haired Ding San's body became bigger, as if the things inside were really ready to rush out. And just as Ye Qing broke the glass bottle, a hole in the white-haired Ding San's skin suddenly broke, and a blood arrow gushed out from it. The blood arrow was covered with a piece of dry bone. It turned out that the raised area of ​​the white-haired Ding San's body just now was actually a piece of dry bone, which was pushed up the white-haired Ding San's skin.

After the dry bones appeared, they rushed directly into the flesh and blood on the ground, mixed with the flesh and blood, and then there was no movement.

Ye Qing stretched out his right hand and pressed the flesh and blood and dry bones firmly. He didn't know what was going on, but he felt that this must be the means of the gods, and he didn't know how to solve it. He could only use the power of the Lord of Tao to suppress the dry bones and blood and flesh.

In fact, there was no movement after the dry bones and flesh, and no attack on people. Ye Qing pressed the dry bones and flesh, and there was no feeling of power at all, just like he was pressing a pile of ordinary minced bones and flesh.

This situation surprised Ye Qing very much. He showed such a powerful force just now, why did there suddenly no movement? What's going on?

Just when Ye Qing was surprised, Lin Tianyou's scream suddenly came from behind. Ye Qing quickly turned his head and saw that blood was constantly spraying out from the chest of Ding San on the bed, like a fountain, dyeing his clothes and bedding beside him red.

This situation made Ye Qing's expression change suddenly. Ding San's white-haired actually spurted out so much blood. If this continues, it will definitely lead to excessive blood loss. Could it be that this is the plan of the gods?

"Stop the bleeding quickly!" Ye Qing said anxiously.

Lin Tianyou was next to him, and he successively pointed several acupoints on the white-haired Ding San's body, and applied a lot of medicine to the white-haired Ding San, but he could not stop the blood and was so anxious that he was spinning around.

The Blood-Clothing Monk was also beside him, his brows frowned even tighter. After all, the White-haired Ding San was the subordinate he trained. Although he was an emotionally ill-shaped Gu, the Blood-Clothing Monk was unwilling to watch him die like this.

Lin Tianyou said anxiously: "No, his body is different from that of ordinary people. He is a human-shaped Gu, and he cannot stop blood by using ordinary methods!"

"What should I do?" Ye Qing said anxiously, and the face of the monk in blood changed. If he kept squirting blood like this, wouldn't the white-haired Ding San die here?

"I have a medicine left by Master, maybe it can stop the bleeding." Lin Tianyou said: "But, this medicine was left outside and I didn't bring it. I need three minutes to get the medicine. In these three minutes, you must stop him from bleeding all the time. Otherwise, if he loses too much blood, even if my Master comes back in person, he will not be able to save him!"

"Go and get it!" The monk in blood said in a deep voice, without any hesitation, immediately ran up and pressed the wound of the white-haired Ding San in the air with both hands, trying to use his own strength to stop the blood from spewing out.

The method of the monk in the blood was indeed useful, but he pressed the wound, but the white-haired Ding San seemed to be pressed by his power. The powerful force caused the skin of the white-haired Ding San to change rapidly, and it quickly swelled red.

"Master of Blood Clothing Sect, let go!" Lin Tianyou, who had just run to the door, saw this situation and said anxiously: "He practiced the secret technique of blood exchange. The blood flow is different from that of ordinary people, and the speed is extremely fast. If you use external forces to prevent him from bleeding, you can indeed prevent him from bleeding, but it also prevents his blood flow, which will kill him more directly!"

The monk in blood quickly let go. He turned to look at Lin Tianyou and said anxiously: "What should I do? I haven't sent him to stop the bleeding?"

Lin Tianyou himself was also full of sorrow and said, "Let's not talk about these things for now. Try to find a way. I'll get the medicine. If it really doesn't work, you can give him some blood. As long as there is not much blood loss, there will be a rescue!"

"Blood transfusion?" Ye Qing's face changed. This is the method used by the gods to deal with the monk Blood Clothing. It seems that all this is under the control of the gods. The monk Blood Clothing really wants to give white hair Ding San a blood transfusion.

"Blood transfusion!" The monk in blood lit up his eyes. It was obvious that he thought this method was more suitable.

Lin Tianyou had no time to explain in detail and ran out in a hurry. Ye Qing looked at the Blood Clothing Monk and said anxiously: "Master of Blood Clothing Sect, don't give him blood transfusions!"

"Why?" said the monk in blood, rolled up his sleeves and said, "You don't have to worry, my blood is the same as him, and even if there is a blood transfusion, it won't be a problem!"

"I know your blood is the same as him, and you two share blood." Ye Qing said anxiously: "The gods moved their hands and feet in the blood of the white hair Ding San. They put the gods' blood in the blood of the white hair Ding San. If you directly transfusion blood to the white hair Ding San like this, the blood of the gods will enter your body. At that time, you... you will be controlled by the blood of the gods!"

These words made the monk in Blood frown. He looked at Ye Qing and said in a deep voice: "How do you know about this?"

Ye Qing roughly said about the two masters of the gods. After hearing Ye Qing's words, the monk Blood-clothed frowned even more. He knew that Ye Qing would not lie to him, so this matter seemed to be true.

"The main purpose of the gods is to deal with you. If you really give white hair Ding San blood, wouldn't that hit their minds?" Ye Qing said.

The monk in blood was silent for a few seconds. Looking at the white-haired Ding San who was still bleeding from the hospital bed, he said in a deep voice: "Then can I watch him die here?"

This made Ye Qing suddenly not know what to say. Yes, if the Blood-Clothing Monk did not give the White-Clothing Ding San, then the White-Clothing Ding San would definitely die. Not to mention the Blood-Clothing Monk, even Ye Qing couldn't bear to see the White-Clothing Ding San die like this.

At this time, Ding San of the white hair was obviously bleeding a lot. His skin began to turn white, and his lips even began to turn black. It seemed that he was basically not far from death. According to this situation, in a moment, he would probably die of excessive blood loss.

Bai Hai Ding San practiced the secret technique of blood exchange. The blood flowed much faster than that of ordinary people, and the bleeding speed was naturally much faster. This situation left Ye Qing and the monk in Blood-clothed had no chance to think.

"I have caused this to this point in my life. I must not watch him die here!" The monk in Blood suddenly shouted softly, took out the infusion needle from Lin Tianyou's medicine box, inserted one end into his blood vessel, and aimed the other end directly at the arm of Baihai Ding San.

"The Master of Blood Clothing..." Ye Qing exclaimed in a low voice. The monk in Blood Clothing glanced at him, but Ye Qing didn't know what to say. If the monk in Blood Clothing didn't do this, the white-haired Ding San would have to die. What could they choose?

"As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!" The monk in Blood said in a deep voice: "What if it's even if it's contaminated with the blood of the gods? I, the monk in Blood, cannot be controlled so easily!"

After the monk said that, he directly stabbed the needle into the blood vessels of Bai Hai Ding San, and then activated the internal force to press his blood into Bai Hai Ding San's body.

As the blood was poured in, the white-haired Ding San's expression finally recovered a little, and he finally escaped from the brink of death.

Ye Qing looked at the Blood-clothed Monk nervously. The thing he was most worried about finally happened. Can the Blood-clothed Monk avoid this disaster?

The blood transfusion did not last long. In less than a minute, a lot of blood in the blood-clothed monk's body had been exported. After all, the blood in the white-haired Ding San's body was flowing too fast. In order to make up for the blood he lost, the blood-clothed monk had to urge his blood with all his strength. Therefore, although it only took less than a minute, one-third of the blood in the blood-clothed monk's body had entered the white-haired Ding San's body.
Chapter completed!