71. OTHERS ARE NOT STRONG AS YOU.

 

“What? Potion?” Nian Tong said excitedly.

Bao Ye said: “It’s not the potion, it’s the blood. We all drank the potion, it has been mixed into our blood, which made the slaves’ health better and also played a role in resistance. As long as we draw some blood and give it to the slaves in other cities, it will save their lives.”

“That’s great, I’m going to ask the slaves for blood.” Nian Tong was happy for less than two seconds, and his face dulled again. He settled down: “How much blood does a person have to draw? We have less than one million slaves in Gongcheng, and the surrounding towns add up to tens of millions of people. How can we save them?” He was also thinking too naively before he came, he thought it would be enough to find Bao Ye and get the potion, but he never thought that even if Bao Ye had the potion, it would be impossible to save so many people.

“Two hundred drops of blood is not much, but it will be difficult for everyone to volunteer.”
Under the condition that everyone is willing to give blood, as long as each person donates two hundred drops of blood, it will be enough.

Nian Tong is very aware of the nature of the slaves. Under the long-term torture of the slave owners and the games of the gods, many slaves have very dark personalities. They are afraid of death, selfish and cold. As long as they live well, the life and death of others has nothing to do with them, asking them to donate blood now is tantamount to torture to them, especially now that they don’t have enough to eat, it is impossible for them to donate blood on their own initiative.

Alas, he can also understand them. If his elder brother hadn’t begged him to come here, he wouldn’t be so nosy.

Bao Ye said: “It’s better than nothing. Where is your elder brother now?”

“He is hiding outside the city. He is a slave in another city. Our security team will not let him in.”

“Then this Don’t tell your elder brother about this matter, we will find him after collecting what we can get.” Bao Ye worried that if this matter spread, the slaves in other cities would have evil thoughts, and they would come to slaughter the slaves in here to rescue their own life.

Nian Tong also knew the seriousness of this, so of course he would not say nonsense: “I will first find slaves from Beicheng District to donate blood.”

Bao Ye nodded: “Then I will start from our construction site to find slaves to donate blood, and then ask the slaves in Nancheng District for help.”

Nian Tong was surprised that he would take the initiative to help: “Thank you.”

After he left, Dong Ling Ce sent a voice transmission to Bao Ye, want him go to the office.

When Bao Ye came to the office, Dong Ling Ce, who was so bored to play with his pen, saw Bao Ye’s face, paused, and the pen slipped from his hand.

He squinted his eyes: “Did you kill someone?”

Bao Ye said helplessly: “No.”

“Did you frame, humiliate, beat, or hurt anyone?”

Bao Ye rolled his eyes: “Master, you treat me like this, I don’t know what to do. It is very sad, before you clearly said that I have changed a lot, but now you have said that I am so bad?”

Dong Ling Ce couldn’t believe that he hadn’t done anything: “If you didn’t do anything, how could the sarcoma on your face be like that? It has become more serious, and even your chin has a sarcoma.”

Bao Ye told him about Nian Tong’s visit to him: “At that time, I only had a thought that I can’t help them, and the sarcoid burst open. Later, in order to verify whether the sarcoma on my face was like what you said, I tentatively said that, I won’t make a move, the sarcoid on my face will explode again before I finish my sentence.”

Dong Ling Ce: “…”

Bao Ye walked up to him: “Master, I want to do an experiment.”

Dong Ling raised his eyebrows: “What kind of experiment do you want to do?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Bao Ye suddenly raised his right hand and swung it towards his face.

Dong Ling Ce quickly raised his hand and grabbed his wrist, and said sarcastically, “Beating me is your experiment? Do you want to rebel?”

Bao Ye giggled: “I just want to see if I will develop sarcoma after beating someone. ”

“You can’t find other people to experiment? ” ”

“Others are not as strong as you. ”

Dong Ling Ce: “… ”

Bao Ye swung another fist, and the moment Dong Ling Ce caught him again, he lowered his head suddenly, opened his mouth and bit the arm that grabbed his right hand.

This bite was particularly forceful, as if venting all the grievances that had been pent up all this time on this arm, and soon he tasted the blood.

Dong Ling Ce was in pain, and just about to lift his foot to kick someone, the next moment, the person disappeared in front of him, leaving Bao Ye saying in his ear: “In your name, I will call all the slaves to donate blood.”

Dong Ling Ce looked at the little beautiful tooth mark on his arm, frowning, he has not shed blood for many years.

That idiot drank his blood, and it made him feel better.

Bao Ye teleported from the office to the cave near the construction site, licked his two tiger teeth with the tip of his tongue, and said, “The blood of the gods is actually sweet, almost like drinking sugar water.” He touched his face again:

“No reaction, then can I beat people?”
If he can’t even beat others, he can only wait for someone to kill him.

Bao Ye came to the construction site to find the deacon, and asked the deacon to assemble people in the name of Dong Ling Ce.

The deacon knew that he was someone who was with the master, so he didn’t doubt his words to gather all the slaves in the place where they were fed.

Bao Ye directly explained the purpose of coming here: “I brought you here because I want to tell you one thing. Many slaves in the nearby towns are infected with the plague. They need my potion to save them, but I gave all of my potion to everyone in the city, So I have no medicine to save the slaves in other towns. I thought of asking you to donate blood. Your blood contains medicine in it. As long as each of you donates two hundred drops of blood, it will be fine, add up to about ten milliliters, not too much, but two hundred drops of blood can save ten people, it depends on whether you are willing, this is all voluntary, you are not forced.” He did not say anything about the surrounding towns If the slaves are not treated, it is because he wants the slaves to take the initiative, hopes that they can be more caring, does not require them to be selfless, but does not want them to be thrown away if they have any goodness left.

“Donate blood?” Everyone was talking about it. It was a very new thing for them, but it must be painful to bleed, and everyone hesitated.

With a snap, the deacon whipped out his whip: “Master wants you to donate blood, you are procrastinating, do you want to die?”

Bao Ye lowered his face: “I said, it’s voluntary, if you don’t want to donate, you don’t have to donate.”

He didn’t want a good deed to cause dissatisfaction among the slaves.

It’s a pity that the slaves were frightened by the deacon, and hurriedly shouted for donations. Moreover, they were much better than the slaves outside. At least the master didn’t deduct their meals. So, donating some blood is nothing. Seeing that they didn’t show reluctance, Bao Ye didn’t say anything more.
He returned to the office building, and used magic to conjure up a large number of small glass bottles with a mouth diameter of only seven millimeters and a height of three centimeters for the slaves to take back and distribute to other slaves.

Each vial contains only ten ml of blood, and all the vials are filled and sent back to the office building.

When Lao Liu, Nian Gao, and Wang Qiao heard about this, they also volunteered.

When it was time to get off work, Bao Ye went alone to the slaves in Nancheng District, which is the slave dorm area where he used to live.

With the painful efforts of the slaves, all the tents have been rebuilt.

Everyone saw Bao Ye and was neither welcoming nor indifferent, and most of them were curious about his purpose for coming here.

Bao Ye told them what he had said to the slaves on the construction site.

After the slaves in Nancheng District heard this, someone said: “The life and death of slaves in other towns is none of our business. We don’t have enough to eat now, so we don’t have enough blood to save them, right?”

Everyone responded: “Yes!”

A slave said: “If they give us food, we will donate blood to save them, or they will die.”

Bao Ye had expected that this time would not be as smooth as before: “Two hundred drops of blood is really not much for you, and the amount is less than one-twentieth of your amount of urine. There are more than ten thousand slaves, if all of them come out to donate blood, more than two million slaves can be saved, and more than two million lives can be saved, and they don’t have to be tortured to death by illness. If I didn’t give you the potion, what do you think will happen to you? Also, when you suffered from plague, didn’t you also longed for someone to come forward to save you, slaves from other towns are thinking is the same as you did at the beginning. I saved you, and now it is my turn to need you to help me. Similarly, you saved them, and one day you may need them to help you. In turn, if I didn’t save you then, there would’ve been potions to save people in other towns, if you don’t save them, who will you turn to when you need help one day?”

Slaves: …

Everyone fell silent.

Suddenly, someone scoffed: “Ugly slave, don’t pretend to be a good person. I feel very disgusted when I see you. If you are so kind, why don’t you donate your own blood? Why don’t you donate all your blood?” ?”

It was Xiao Wei who used to be in the same tent with him.

The slaves who came with Xiao Wei also shouted: “Yes, if you have the ability, donate your own blood. If you can do it, we will donate blood without saying anything.”

Bao Ye Looked at the proud Xiao Wei, he squinted his eyes: “I will definitely donate blood, but I won’t donate all of it.”
Xiao Wei sneered: “If you don’t even want to donate all your blood, don’t pretend to be a good person. You think you can make up for the things you did to us by drinking a little potion, you are doomed to be a bad person all your life.”

Bao Ye looked at him indifferently: “Yes, I admit that I have done a lot of bad things before, but is there anyone who didn’t do any wrong? Are you? Or do those present dare to say that they have not done anything wrong to others? Ask yourself, have you ever robbed other people’s food, have you ganged up with others to beat other slaves? Who among the people present dares to say that he has lived his life in a bright and aboveboard manner, and dare to say that he has a good person since he was born?”

The harsh questioning made everyone speechless, and the scene was suddenly quiet.

 

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