No strange things are allowed to evolve!

I feel like this person isn't incapable of doing something like this.

Jiang Shu was unaware of the rat-headed beast's negative opinion of him; he was simply somewhat troubled.

"Then we can only start from the beginning..."

But just then, he suddenly thought of something.

The reason why the recipient lowers their guard is not because the blood sacrifice item has developed special properties through the blood, but because the recipient needs to actively seek out and accept these properties, thus reducing their vigilance.

“Hmm…” Jiang Shu squinted.

He felt he had grasped the real mechanism.

“Actually,” Jiang Shu said slowly, “the blood sacrifice doesn’t actually need to take effect.”

The rat-headed beast was completely bewildered.

"What do you mean?"

Jiang Shu remained silent, staring intently at the rat-headed beast, his eyes filled with profound meaning.

This sent a chill down the back of the latter's neck, and a bad premonition arose in his heart...

Chapter 84 Memoirs of My Deceased Wife (Third Update, 4000 words)

"You can lie down now, leave the rest to me."

Like a professional technician, the rat-headed beast stood respectfully by the altar and smiled as it spoke to the abbot sitting on the altar.

"Then I'll trouble you." The abbot replied, then took off his shoes and socks and lay down on the altar.

In fact, he had taken off not only his shoes and socks, but all his clothes as well.

Because clothing can hinder the absorption of nutrients, the larger the skin surface area that blood can come into contact with, the better the effect.

The rat-headed beast continued to laugh: "Alright, please wait a moment while I prepare the blood."

"Ah."

Immediately afterwards, the rat-headed beast walked towards the stalactite that bound Bai Lian and the other ten people, untied the ropes binding them, and carried them out one by one.

Hearing the commotion, the abbot was puzzled and sat up to ask, "What are you doing? Why don't you just slaughter it on the spot?"

“Oh, it’s like this.” The rat-headed beast explained, “I was worried about accidentally splattering blood here. I’m usually quite clean and have a bit of OCD. I don’t want to see any dirt in the house that I can’t wipe off, so I decided to go outside to kill some.”

"Is it necessary?" The abbot frowned. "I'll take you away from here after my blood sacrifice. What does it matter if it's a little dirty?"

"I'm only leaving temporarily. I plan to come back once things calm down," the rat-headed beast replied somewhat awkwardly. "This place... holds many precious memories for me."

As it spoke, it wriggled restlessly, its rear end swaying back and forth, so irritating that the abbot immediately turned his head away.

"Alright, then hurry up."

"Okay."

As it turned to walk out of the cave, the rat-headed beast's smile had become even uglier than a grimace.

Why did I do such a thing?!

Upon arriving outside the cave, the rat-headed beast carefully placed the ten unconscious people in a secluded spot, then looked at the few remaining surviving strange rats tied to the trees and sighed heavily.

"Don't blame me, I had no choice in the matter."

"Stop talking nonsense and get started," Jiang Shu urged.

Those few strange rats, not very intelligent, seemed to realize something and began to struggle frantically, following their instincts.

The rat-headed beast tried to gently stroke their heads one last time, but instead got its hand bitten.

Feeling the pain in his hand, the rat-headed beast revealed a ferocious glint in its eyes.

"You dare to resist?! Your lives were originally mine, and now it's time for you to repay me!"

Listening to the rat-headed beast's unintentional outpouring of genuine emotion, Jiang Shu, hidden beneath the velvet cloth, pursed her lips.

So, this is your true nature...?

in the cave.

The abbot shook his head as he listened to the muffled yet shrill screams coming from outside.

"They look honest and simple, but they can be quite ruthless when they get going. If they do this, the splatter will be everywhere."

Before long, the rat-headed beast returned with a wide smile on its face.

It now held a large bucket filled with blood.

Whoosh!

Blood poured into the altar, instantly engulfing the abbot, leaving only his head sticking out.

The rat-headed beast smiled and asked, "Is the temperature comfortable?"

The abbot paused for a moment: "I don't really care about that, but it is indeed quite warm, and it feels a little warmer than during previous blood sacrifices."

This is, of course, because the body temperature of the strange rat is slightly higher than that of a human.

But Jiang Shu was prepared for this.

"I specially warmed it up a bit." The rat-headed beast, as if it were a technician using all its skills to please a customer, flattered and boasted about its thoughtfulness: "This way you'll feel comfortable soaking in it, and it'll also make it easier to activate the properties of the blood sacrifice."

"Hmm..." The abbot didn't think much of it: "Thank you for your kindness."

As the blood offerings, which the abbot had prepared beforehand, were added to the altar, the rat-headed beast stirred the blood with its hand while whispering, "Now, please close your eyes and savor it~"

Although he found it a bit strange, the abbot no longer had the time to pay attention to the other party.

He needed to concentrate on feeling the energy in his blood that could help him repair the damage and replenish the physical deficit caused by the forced interruption of sublimation.

As he focused all his attention on himself, the distracting thoughts in his mind gradually disappeared, and his spirit finally slowly sank into his body and the spiritual root that had begun to awaken after undergoing sublimation.

At this moment, from the outside, his muscles began to relax involuntarily, and without the support of muscle strength, he began to slide down the edge of the altar involuntarily.

Soon, only half of his head was visible.

Apart from a few bubbles of blood that occasionally rose with his breath, the world seemed to fall silent.

It's now!

The signal was to break the intestines with ginger.

Upon receiving the command, the rat-headed beast's eyes gleamed with an eerie green light.

Colorless and odorless gas burst forth from the skin of the rat-headed beast, instantly covering the entire cavern.

At the same time, the Heart of the Great Wilderness issued another notification.

The bewitching state brought about by "Dream Illusion" has been prevented once.

This must be the skill that caused Bai Lian to hallucinate. Although it may not be as effective as Bai Lian's, it should be somewhat useful against the abbot since it's also level six... Jiang Shu thought to himself.

But... is this how you cast a spell?

If Jiang Shu hadn't been so close to the rat-headed beast that he could sense the change in airflow, he would have thought these skills were instantaneous and didn't require a medium.

After "Dream," the rat-headed beast used "Plague" and "Corruption," the same spells it had used on Jiang Shu, in the same manner.

This struck Jiang Shu as somewhat novel.

As expected of a rat, it's poisonous from head to toe.

......

Strange...strange...

Why can't I sense the special properties of the blood sacrifice?

Was my injury too severe?

Or is there something wrong with the blood offerings they provided?

The abbot's field of vision was completely dark.

Logically, the properties of the blood sacrifice should be gradually spreading in from the outside like fireflies, and what he needs to do is collect those light spots and absorb them.

But now it's completely empty.

how come?

After waiting for a long time, there was still no sign of light.

No, something must have gone wrong.

Thinking of this, he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the altar.

But when he saw everything clearly, he was stunned.

He was not at the altar in the cave, but in a large wooden tub in his own meditation room.

The viscous blood had turned into clear, steaming water, and the petals floating on the surface emitted a refreshing fragrance.

The orange-yellow lights were bright and warm, and the sound of cicadas could be heard from outside from time to time.

He blankly scooped up a handful of water with both hands, then separated his palms and let it spill.

The sound of the water hitting the water was incredibly clear, and the ripples made the petals sway.

Just then, the door was pushed open, followed by a teasing voice.

"Huh? You're awake? How come you fell asleep while taking a bath, and even talked in your sleep about avenging me? What, did you dream that I died?"

Upon hearing that voice, the abbot froze, and his eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.

suddenly.

Wow!

Hot water poured down the abbot's shiny bald head.

Then, a soft laugh came from behind.

"Hehe, just to wake you up."

Turning his head sharply, the abbot indeed saw a human-faced weasel struggling to add water to a bucket on its head, standing on tiptoe.

He didn't say anything, but his eyes immediately reddened.

"Oh dear... what's wrong?" Upon seeing this, the weasel with the human face hurriedly put down the bucket, then stepped onto the ladder beside the tub, came to the abbot's side, and used its paws to lift his cheeks: "What were you dreaming about? Why are you crying?"

"me..."

The abbot opened his mouth, as if to say something, but his nose stung and he couldn't utter a word.

"It's alright, it's alright." The human-faced weasel simply hugged the abbot's head, letting him bury his head in its chest, patting his back while comforting him, "It was just a dream, I'm here, it's okay."

Feeling the texture and warmth of the fur on his face, and hearing the vibrant heartbeat, the abbot finally believed that this was not a dream.

Everything that happened before was just a pipe dream, a terrible nightmare I imagined while taking a bath.

Finally, he couldn't hold back his tears and burst into tears.

Having lived for decades, he cried like a child.

"I...I dreamt about..."

He wanted to tell his wife about the nightmare.

But the weasel-faced man didn't give him that chance; it just held his head even tighter: "We won't tell you. Whatever you dream about, just forget about it."

"Yes!" The abbot nodded emphatically, then reached out to wipe away his tears and snot.

The abbot stood up, bracing himself against the side of the bathtub.

The weasel with the human face sensed his intention, chuckled, and released its arms around him, then let him pull it into the water.

"Honey, I want to..."

Before the abbot could finish speaking, he sensed something.

Something hard was pressing against my stomach.

Looking down in confusion, the abbot was immediately taken aback.

"This is..."

All that could be seen was a wooden handle stuck into the lower body of the weasel with a human face.

In his daze.