The Blood Hourglass

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The red dance rushed to the town of Terra under the mountain with the stars and moon, just for the bite of food. It might be a bit pitiful to say, but he didn't think it, after all, the delicious food can make him stronger. At this time, Having such food means survival.

But when Hong Wu stepped into the town of Terra, the scene he saw made him feel like he was strangling his heart-uncomfortable.

The red dance, who has always had a rich expression and a lively personality, stepped into the door of the medical hall with a look of innocence, the kind of heart-piercing cry still lingering in his ears, and came to the medical room upstairs. Sit down without looking up at Celtic on the opposite side.

Celtic was just a little weird, but now he was busy and didn't pay much attention to the anomaly of Hong Wu, and he thought that Hong Wu was here for food, so he put the prepared food on the table, "Here!"

"Why?" Hong Wu raised her head, with doubts, unhappiness, uncomfortableness, etc. in her eyes, a lot of complex emotions joined together.

"What and why?" Celtic looked back at him puzzledly. When he saw the strangeness in Hong Wu's silver eyes, he asked, "What's wrong with you today?"

"Are they all your patients?"

"They...who?" Celtic didn't react.

"Those children! The children who were buried just now!" Hong Wu's voice was a little distorted, and his face was even more ugly.

"Oh! Tell them!" Celtic didn't have any special expressions, lowered his head and continued to work, "The physique is too weak."

"You..." Hong Wu jumped up and landed on Celtic's table, grabbing the opponent's collar, "Are you still a human?"

"I..." Celtic just smiled faintly in the face of such a red dance, "Of course not."

"You!" Hong Wu was speechless and let go. He did ask the wrong question. Celtic is a kin, naturally not a human.

Celtic adjusted his collar and sneered, "Red Dance! Don't really treat yourself as an angel!"

"You..." Hong Wu who closed her hand held the table silently, looking at the food on the table, thinking whether she was going to wave her hand and leave in angrily?

"Actually, the same is true for angels. Have they ever appeared in the tragedy of Tombtown? Did they pity those humans? Didn’t they also have many children? In fact, the stronger the person, the more important it is. Of course, maybe there is that. For a moment, he will be sad for a sick child, it is just sadness, and will not do anything for it, especially things that go against the big picture he values." Celtic's tone is relatively weak, for those who are For the child who died in the experiment, he didn’t feel much grief. Maybe it was because of the great truths he said, maybe he had guessed that there would be such a result. Anyway, he—Celtic, the healer of the Night Clan , Only has a strong interest in one thing, that is, becoming stronger, which is also what Hong Wu and Safrot are now pursuing.

"I..." Hong Wu wanted to refute, but there was no strong reason to refute, let alone the other party's remarks.

"Eat the food, don't you want to become stronger? Just like Saferot!"

"You...know?" Hong Wu was surprised.

"Of course! Is Safrot back?" What is Celtic? In addition to his identity as a doctor, he still has the entire intelligence network of the Night Clan in his hand. Is there anything he wants to know that he does not know?

"Well, he should be here soon." Hong Wu took the food, sat back to the original position, and drank slowly.

"I heard that he moved the entire Luoyue back?" Celtic seldom goes out of the infirmary, and even less out of the realm of the Night Clan, but no news can escape him.

"No, there are only twenty people." Hong Wu replied indifferently, and continued to swallow the food in her hand.

"That's what Luoyue can be regarded as a strong man." Celtic naturally knew what kind of organization Luoyue was. He was also one of the participants when it was organized.

"So that's the case." Saferot didn't say this to Hong Wu, so Hong Wu only knew at this time that these twenty people were the entire Luoyue, "It seems that he has already decided."

"To be the patriarch? Or to go to full-scale war with heaven?" Celtic asked calmly.

"So you know this too." Hong Wu sighed involuntarily. "There is nothing else you don't know, let's hear it!"

"What kind of existence is Luvian?" Celtic raised his head cautiously, looking at the red dance opposite, with probing eyes.

"Don't look at me, I don't know this." Hong Wu waved her hand straight, and threw the empty bottle back to Celtic. "At first I thought she was a human, but later found out that she was a blood clan. Now she seems to be an angel again. Oh! After all, the word I said is more suitable."

"what?"

"Monster!" Hong Wu said and laughed, "But...you said that only this one doesn't know, then you know the origin of the blood clan?"

"Probably!" Celtic nodded without any expression. When Hong Wu stared at him expectantly, he lowered his head and continued his work.

"Say it! Don't sell it." Hong Wu urged.

"I'm not selling Guanzi, but everyone knows the origin of the blood race, but no one believes it." Celtic said, stood up, took out some silver powder from the cabinet on the left, and added a lot to the hand. In the test tube, gently shake the liquid to dissolve the powder.

"Everyone knows?" Hong Wu was taken aback. "It's never like the legend that an angel will be punished by God, and then fall from heaven to hell, and become a bloodthirsty noble!"

"Of course not! This is just a legend, and it's still half a legend from heaven." Celtic denied.

"What's that?" Hong Wu has eaten and drank enough now, and there is really nothing to do except to give play to her original gossip spirit.

"It's actually very simple. Where did humans come from? Where did the blood come from. In other words, the origins of humans and blood are the same. By the way, in my opinion, the origin of angels is also the same." Celtic said The silver shiny liquid in the test tube was poured into the prepared bottle, not much, only tens of grams, but he was very precious and put it in the cabinet, and then he stood up and took a picture. Patted the clothes, "Well, now I am going to the funeral!"

"You..." Hong Wu was completely speechless.

"What's the matter? Can't I go?" Celtic looked no different, as if he was the godfather of those children and had to go.

"You don't need to go." Hong Wu felt a little awkward. Isn't Celtic going to the funeral for the murderer to mourn the victim? This is a little weird.

"I want to go." As a result, the other party did not accept his love.

Hong Wu shook her head speechlessly, "Then you go!"

"Are you not going?" Celtic approached the door and suddenly turned around and asked.

"No!" Hong Wu flatly refused, he didn't want to go with the murderer.

"Oh!" Celtic stepped out, just as Hong Wu felt that he had left, and suddenly turned back, "If Saforot comes, let him wait for me, don't eat food!"

"Well, I see." Hong Wu shook his hand, "Go ahead!"

But as soon as the words were spoken, he felt that Celtic was still not going, maybe those children didn't want to see him at all, this murderer.

"Oh! People! Bloods! Angels!" Hong Wu wanted to be a poet for the first time, and at least he could vent some of the uncomfortable feelings in his chest. Now, after a few roars here, the following is gone. As expected, I haven't studied. No way.

In desperation, Hong Wu simply lay on the white bed and continued his self-analysis, the origin of mankind.

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