All the cannon fodders I have flirted with are on top [Quick Wear]

The children with high fever were all isolated in the treatment room. This was originally the place where the village raised Gu, and now it was vacated to accommodate them.

Considering that the children need a quiet environment to recuperate, the villagers took turns to look after them. Mu Sheng said that he would take over the shift first and let the villagers who were originally taking care of them go back.

At this moment, only he and Ning Zhi were conscious in the treatment room, the rest were unconscious children.

A cold light flashed suddenly, and Mu Sheng pointed the knife at his wrist.

"What are you doing?" Ning Zhi quickly stopped him.

"Only my blood can save the child." Mu Sheng pushed his hand away and said softly, "I was just guessing at first, but now I see that their symptoms are indeed the same as mine."

"All these children have been infected with the immortality Gu?" Ning Zhi gritted his teeth, "What a crazy old man."

"The immortality Gu has already matured in my body, so only my blood can save them. My brother's blood will only make the Gu more active and the host suffer more."

After he finished speaking, he cut with the blade and bright red blood dripped into the bamboo tube. He stopped only when the tube was full.

With divine power hanging at his fingertips, Ning Zhi grabbed his hand and sealed the wound.

Mu Sheng showed his fangs and smiled sweetly, "Brother just loves me."

After saying this, he asked again in confusion: "Since divine power can heal injuries, why hasn't my brother's wound healed yet?"

Not only did his wounds not heal, but he also developed many new wounds, which appeared in front of his eyes every day, making him feel guilty.

Ning Zhi avoided his gaze.

Mu Sheng looked at his expression and suddenly an idea came to his mind, "Brother, are you trying to make me feel bad on purpose?!!"

Ning Zhi blinked, picked up the bamboo tube and left.

"Brother, if you don't say anything, it means you agree." Mu Sheng smiled brightly behind him.

Tsk, Blood Bag is indeed very scheming.

The villagers outside the treatment room looked at the bamboo tube and asked hesitantly, "Is this the blood of the messenger?"

Ning Zhi glanced at Mu Sheng and said, "It belongs to your young master."

The villagers exclaimed, "Let's not talk about whether the young master's blood is useful or not. He just came back to life and his body hasn't recovered yet. So much blood is too deadly!"

Mu Sheng shook his head, "Uncle Zhang, have you forgotten that I have been fine even with bumps and bruises since I was a child, and even when I broke my leg, I recovered faster than others. Now that I have been blessed by the witch god and resurrected from the dead, my blood may be much more useful than the messenger's."

Ning Zhi looked at his smiling face and felt a little depressed.

He asked Mu Sheng, if the children were really saved, what would he do if he was constantly asked for blood in the future?

Mu Sheng replied, "I grew up eating at many people's homes. The villagers have been kind to me, and I am willing to do so."

What a willing person! A dog is quite likable when it is not a dog at the right time.

The villagers had no choice but to try their best and diluted the blood, mixed it with medicine and fed it to the child.

"Report to me immediately if anything happens."

"I understand. Go and have a rest, young master."

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It was already midnight, and Ning Zhi lay in bed and counted 220 sheep.

How come I can’t fall asleep without the dog’s voice to hypnotize me?

[Lord God, you didn’t cherish Mu Sheng when he was here, and you regretted it after he left. You are…]

【Um? 】

[…An arsonist who sells hearts.]

[How are the children in the treatment room? ]

[Most of the people's fever has subsided, and those who haven't are also getting better. The villagers are very grateful to Mu Sheng. ]

Ning Zhi frowned, [This is not a good thing. ]

Now that Mu Sheng has helped the villagers, they will naturally worship Mu Sheng on a high platform. If they do not help or cannot help in the future, the flattery now will turn into a pair of sharp claws to drag Mu Sheng into the quagmire.

This is human nature; even the gods in the ninth heaven find it difficult to change their nature.

[No! Something happened, Lord God! The Great Elder has arrested Mu Sheng! ]

There was a commotion outside the door, and Ning Zhi immediately turned over and sat up.