Tong Ran clenched her teeth, and the guard stuffed a towel into her mouth, her small face swelling, "No—"
Luo Xiao's curled shoulders trembled violently, and Xie Yanghua placed a foot on his shoulder, nearly pushing his face into the barrel, "Hurry up! I don't have that much patience!"
Despair welled up in Luo Xiao's eyes, his left hand still bleeding. He slowly bent down, dipped his right index finger in some blood, and shakily reached for his shirt. Every word and symbol was a deep, glaring red. Xie Yanghua stood by, watching what he was writing, a gleam in his eyes, "Truly, every generation brings forth new talents, this saying really holds true."
Luo Xiao nearly filled the entire shirt with writing. By now, the barrel was more than half full of blood. He withdrew his hand, pale-faced, "After refining the blood with this formula at a 1 to 3.5 ratio... then add poppy, digitalis, strychnine seeds..."
