Everyone's hunting for treasure: I'll give you 100 times the loot and hand it over to the

When Li Su finished speaking, no one in the field office responded.

The light-blocking bucket was placed in the center of the folding table, and smoke began to rise from the sealing cotton around the edge of the lid.

The insulation sleeve cracked for the first time.

There were no electronic prompts or alarms, only a low, hot sound emanating from inside the barrel, burning against the metal sheet.

A second crack then burst open.

Crimson blood seeped through the seams, splashing onto the sides of everyone's boots.

The scorched iron floor was riddled with tiny pits, and the red light swirled within them, making the heels of the military boots shine.

The blood did not flow out.

It crawled close to the ground, bypassing the scattered hemostats and gun parts, and finally retreated under the light-proof barrel.

The scent of sandalwood filled my nasal cavity.

It wasn't particularly fragrant, but rather spicy, burning your throat and carrying the scorched earth smell of an old battlefield.

Shen Xinglin replaced the ever-changing pliers with long-handled lock pliers.

The pliers were clamped onto the opening of the bucket. He had just pushed the lead seal in half an inch when a muffled thud suddenly came from inside the bucket.

The long handle bounced upwards from the vibration.

Zhao Leiguang stepped back half a step, holding his shield in front of Lin Chuxue.

"Does this blood selectively target certain individuals?"

"Don't touch the bucket."

Li Su's throat felt dry, and she pressed her palm against the edge of the table.

"It's recognizing gray."

Su Yunqing lifted the piece of black ash, her fingertips still covered in fine dust.

"This is what remains after being burned by the Samadhi True Fire."

Li Su nodded.

"Before the Battle of Guanzhong a while ago, the armory borrowed a wisp of divine power from an old altar."

Wen Yue moved the crossbow muzzle away from the side of the barrel.

"Who is it?"

"Nezha, the Third Prince."

The red substance inside the bucket shot upwards and hit the inner wall of the bucket lid.

The entire folding table slid back half a foot.

Zhao Leiguang raised his foot and braced it against the table leg.

"Borrowing someone else's wine to brew medicine for us?"

Li Su ignored him.

"When it was delivered, it was the color of a cold pool."

"It was packed in a three-layer insulated container, with frost on the outside. Even the porters' gloves cracked from the cold."

"But it came into contact with the ash falling from Ward 7, and the cotton covering burned."

Lu Yan stood by the table, his military gray fleece gloves pressing down on the bucket lid.

The heat penetrated into the palm, and a burn warning popped up on the inner layer of the armor.

He didn't let go.

The disk of nothingness rested above the mouth of the bucket, its patterns empty.

There was no structural diagram, no disassembly line, and nowhere to start.

The blood left behind by the old gods does not affect the instrument's scale.

Li Su stared at the board, her throat bobbing.

"We initially used it to treat those experiencing labor pains."

"The people sent from Xichuan, Guanzhong, and Donghai are all stuck with the aftereffects of awakening."

"If the bones can't hold up, the muscles will tear on their own, and the number of people lying in bed waiting for medication is increasing day by day."

Su Yunqing asked, "Who approved the trial period?"

"Military Headquarters Construction Team".

"The approval document states that it is for top-tier treatment."

Li Su pulled a folded photocopy from the inside pocket of his military overcoat.

The corners of the paper were yellowed, and the stamp was pressed very deeply.

Zhao Leiguang took it and glanced at it.

"Treatment?"

"It doesn't even list the dosage; it just says 'increase the dosage according to tolerance.'"

Wen Yue took the form and pointed to the last line.

"There's another rule: death records are listed separately and not included in the injured personnel report."

Li Su pulled the paper back.

"The first batch of seven people made it through."

Outside the field house, the wind blew across the canvas roof.

No one urged her to continue.

"Their bones were burned to a golden color, their old wounds were fully healed, and their fighting power was enough to penetrate the entire circle of targets that night."

"A man who couldn't even hold a gun steady before carried a machine gun and ran through three streets of the abandoned city."

Zhao Leiguang opened his mouth.

Finally, he only asked, "What happens next?"

Li Su pressed the back of her hand against the edge of the light-blocking barrel.

"We tried fifteen more as an expedited service."

The blood in the bucket churned.

Her hand was scalded and blistered, but she didn't move it.

"All fifteen people are gone."

Lin Chuxue leaned against the canvas pillar of the field camp, her breastplate just sewn on, a copper coin pressed against her chest.

She didn't go to see Li Su.

"Why is it empty?"

Li Su's lips were dry.

"The blood rushes in too quickly, causing the bones and veins to catch fire first."

"The chest and abdomen are stretched open, and the lungs and internal organs are bursting outwards together."

"Someone was still screaming in pain when they were turned into mincemeat the next second."

Su Yunqing snapped her needle case shut.

She stood up, her face pale.

"What about the drug trial records?"

"It's been sealed."

"Where's the body?"

"Burn it."

"Who gave the order?"

Li Su did not answer.

The only sound in the field cabin was the clanging of the light-blocking barrel against its lid.

Lin Chuxue touched the copper coin on the inside of her breastplate.

Her father had just burned himself to ashes.

Outside, someone is putting other people's bones into the fire.

Zhao Lei held the shield up and bent down to wipe away the bits of flesh hanging from the edge of the shield.

The person who is usually the most talkative is silent this time.

Wen Yue holstered the crossbow behind her back.

"You're giving people divine blood, and you're even skipping the autopsy?"

Li Su looked up.

"We are short-staffed at the front lines."

"If you hadn't arrived in time, the casualty figures in the battle of Xichuan Old City would have been several times higher."

"Some defense lines simply cannot be held up by conventional medicine."

"I have over two hundred patients in labor lying in my care, and they can't afford to wait."

Su Yunqing stared at her.

"Just because patients can't wait doesn't mean you can choose how they die for them."

Li Su's shoulders slumped down.

"Signed."

"All fifteen people have signed."

"There was a 19-year-old who asked me before signing the papers if he could go back to guard the bridge if he made it through."

"I didn't dare tell him that two of the first seven people lost control and injured their own people that very night."

Lu Yan pressed his palm on the bucket lid.

He pressed the light-blocking barrel back onto the table.

"Longmen takes its own life."

He read out the item name at the top of the copy.

"The name is quite clean."

Li Su remained silent.

"Let them take the hits themselves, don't try to fool me with the 'paving the way for the country' ruse."

"Several corpses didn't even get close to the gates of the underworld before they became roasted meat."

Lu Yan raised his hand, and the nail guard on his palm was scorched.

"Why cramm so much firewood into the throats of perfectly healthy people just days before the water is cut off?"

Li Su managed to squeeze out a half-cough.

She took another metal tag out of her pocket.

The sign was unsigned, with only three lucky seals.

The first step is the military's bottom-line work group.

The second route is the Chang'an Supplies Hall.

The third layer was mostly covered up with black ink.

Qin Wuyi took the plaque and ran her fingertip along the edge of the black ink.

"It wasn't a mistake."

"The original signatory's name has been scraped off."

Lu Yan asked, "Who delivered the order?"

"At the very top of the chain of command."

Li Su said.

"The messenger left only one sentence."

"The blood transfusion must be delivered before the water supply is cut off."

"They need it in Chang'an."

Wen Yue frowned.

"The seventh gate of Chang'an?"

Li Su nodded, then shook her head.

"Nobody is willing to put the location in the paperwork."

"They only told us to prepare adaptors, saying that the environment behind the door doesn't accept ordinary people."

Zhao Leiguang found it irritating.

"What could be behind that door? Do you think you can get in without being picky about your physical condition?"

Li Su looked at the crimson liquid churning inside the light-proof bucket.

"Of the first seven people who succeeded, three had been there once."

"When I came back, my ears were full of blood, and I was scratching at the wall even in my sleep."

"They said there was no wind, no water, and no place inside where the lungs could breathe comfortably."

Qin Wuyi's main trading board vibrated slightly inside the canvas bag.

The ninth stone slab was heated against the bottom of the bag.

The bloodstain at the seventh gate of Chang'an was a dark red that peeked through the fabric.

Lin Chuxue straightened up.

"Who forced you to send people in?"

Li Su's mouth was foaming with white foam. She raised her hand and wiped it a couple of times, but it wasn't clean.

She looked at everyone, her eyes bloodshot from exhaustion.

"So that we don't raise the white flag."

"Keep chasing down to get the key..."

"Ordinary hot-blooded people can't get used to 'that place'."