Chapter 71: Give Me a Tube of Blood

Lin Qiu’s face was full of caution. He instinctively stepped back, covering his chest with both hands, and spoke warily, “Don’t try any tricks with me. I’m not into that sort of thing. If you dare have any improper thoughts about me, I’ll beat the crap out of you.”

“Let’s talk this out, shall we?”

Liu Changfeng didn’t get angry. He shamelessly pleaded, “Just give me a vial of your blood. Only one vial.”

“Blood?”

Lin Qiu was stunned for a moment, then understood—so it was blood he wanted. Did he really have to act so sleazy about it? Still, Lin Qiu shook his head and refused, “My blood is special. I’m afraid it might kill you.”

“Special is good! I like things that are special, things that are challenging.”

“The more unique something is, the more I like it. I like what others don’t—now that’s character.”

Liu Changfeng’s spirited words made the girl’s eyes shine.

“So that’s what he likes! Then I’m also a special existence. Would he like me too?”

Her heart began to race.

Lin Qiu, meanwhile, sneered coldly, “Since you like it, I’ll oblige you.”

He rolled up his sleeve, sneering, “If you can draw any blood, it’s yours.”

“Great! That’s real loyalty!” Liu Changfeng turned and ran off. When he returned, even Lin Qiu, who was usually composed, couldn’t help but curse, “Damn!”

Liu Changfeng wore a sheepish smile, carrying—yes, carrying—a syringe. Not holding, but carrying it. This syringe was meant for injecting large animals. It was as thick as an arm and as long as a thigh. Even the needle was thicker than two toothpicks put together.

If this thing were jabbed into someone to draw blood, wouldn’t one vial leave them a dried corpse?

“Liu Changfeng, this is going too far!” Lin Qiu quickly retreated, watching him warily.

“You’re a beast. Your body has plenty of blood and strong regenerative ability. A bit of blood means nothing to you. Please, just help me out!” Liu Changfeng advanced with the syringe, his expression and tone pleading.

Lin Qiu’s scalp tingled at the sight, and the girl’s gaze toward him grew unkind.

Just a little blood—how stingy could he be?

Her heart began to sympathize with Liu Changfeng.

To her, the handsome Liu Changfeng was only asking for this small favor—how could Lin Qiu not agree? But seeing the needle’s size, her cheeks turned pale.

Lin Qiu couldn’t withstand his persistence and finally gave in.

But Liu Changfeng broke several needles without leaving so much as a mark on Lin Qiu’s arm—not even a tiny white spot.

“This can’t be. It’s absolutely impossible,” Liu Changfeng was on the verge of collapse. He turned and ran off, and when he reappeared, everyone felt their skin crawl.

“I refuse to believe I can’t get a drop of blood!” Liu Changfeng yanked forcefully, and with a roar, the chainsaw in his hands began to spin rapidly.

He raised it and swung it at Lin Qiu’s arm.

“Damn, you lunatic!” Lin Qiu hastily retreated.

Even with dragon scales protecting him, his level was still low. He hadn’t reached the point of being truly invulnerable. If he got hit, he wouldn’t be crippled, but he’d still be hurt.

Lin Qiu slapped Liu Changfeng on the head, sending him staggering and snapping him out of it.

“Ah!” Liu Changfeng stared at the chainsaw in his hands and gasped. He quickly turned it off.

“Sorry, sorry! I got carried away for a moment,” Liu Changfeng’s face showed embarrassed shyness as he hurriedly tossed the chainsaw aside.

He coughed to suppress his impulse, then turned to look at Heize, a strange glint in his eyes.

Heize shuddered.

This guy was a madman. Was coming here the right decision or not?

Heize’s face grew darker as he heard Liu Changfeng cough and speak, “You’re a beast. If you managed to get here, it means you’ve done something wrong.”

“Tell us—what have you done? Be honest for leniency, resist and face severity!”

“Of course, if you give me a vial of blood, everything can be negotiated.”

“You...” Heize glared at this shameless man, his expression even darker.

Not only Liu Changfeng, but even Lin Qiu and Xu Bing found themselves curious.

Heize, though a bit ugly, didn’t seem to have such a vicious personality, did he?

Just as they returned, the patrol called to say that Zhao Xiaobing had become an idiot.

Having suffered extreme fright, his spirit had collapsed completely, leaving him a fool. He’d been sent to Wudu Psychiatric Hospital for treatment.

Now, seeing their curious faces, Heize’s voice came out deep and low.

“My first encounter with Zhao Xiaobing was three years ago, on a snowy night, before a trash bin. Zhao Xiaobing…”

Heize began his story.

Three years ago, he was just a stray dog, hiding in a trash bin. Outside, the world was white with snow.

In the bin, he ate anything and everything, edible or not. The cold outside was unbearable, and even in the trash bin, there was no warmth.

The little stray curled up inside, whimpering.

Then footsteps approached, crunching through the snow. The stray dog heard them stop before the bin, looked up, and saw a bright, smiling young man.

“Little dog, you must be starving.”

This was his first meeting with Zhao Xiaobing, who spoke these words.

At the time, Heize hadn’t awakened his intelligence—he couldn’t understand human speech.

But his eyes were fixed on the chicken drumstick in Zhao Xiaobing’s hand.

Zhao Xiaobing smiled and placed the drumstick at his mouth.

Heize began to eat voraciously.

With the drumstick in his mouth, Zhao Xiaobing gathered him into his arms.

Heize glanced at Zhao Xiaobing, then continued devouring the food.

The warmth of Zhao Xiaobing’s embrace was something he’d never felt before.

On that snowy night, a young man cradled a stray dog, trudging through the snow, each step deep and shallow.

With each crunching footstep, their figures receded into the distance, leaving only winding tracks on the ground.

In the heavy snowfall, all traces were eventually erased.

The trash bin remained unchanged, save for a few black dog hairs inside.

After Zhao Xiaobing brought the stray home, Heize thought it was the start of happiness. But it turned out Zhao Xiaobing wasn’t human at all.

His greatest hobby was tormenting the stray dog locked in the cage after work each day.

After every bout of venting, all that remained was the nearly lifeless stray.