There's something wrong with the general.

Zhiming said calmly, "Is it possible that some of the people Junior Brother saw that day were dressed similarly to those in your eldest brother's team?"

"The situation was urgent at the time, so I didn't look closely, but I could see those people were wearing armor. They were most likely from Big Brother's team."

Wen Yuxi blinked and speculated with a little hesitation.

Zhiming slowly turned around and said, "Junior brother, do you remember what I said before? You can find your elder brother's trace through the blood of your relatives."

Wen Yuxi's heart was pounding. She turned her head slightly and looked away, not daring to meet Zhiming's gaze.

Something bad is going on.

Senior brother brought it up again.

If I use the blood of my current body, there will definitely be no trace left.

If no trace can be found, doesn't that prove that he and Wen Qianyi are not biological brothers?

But in fact, he is indeed Wen Qianyi's biological brother.

If such a huge mistake had happened, would he have to repeat the scene of 'losing his elder brother' in the blink of an eye?

"Ahaha, that senior brother."

Wen Yuxi rubbed his hands and said with a fake smile: "I...I'm afraid of pain, Brother, is there really no other way?"

After Wen Yuxi gave this reason, he wanted to slap himself twice.

Listen, is this what a normal person would say?

His own elder brother's life or death was in danger, but he was afraid of the pain and didn't dare to let out even a little blood.

Zhiming raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at him meaningfully.

Wen Yuxi felt her scalp tingling when she saw him, and she quickly waved her hands and tried to make amends.

"Brother, you misunderstood. What I meant was that if there is a better way, that would be the best. If not, then I am naturally willing to shed some blood."

Zhiming narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "In this way, I will have a great chance of finding your elder brother."

When Wen Yuxi heard him say this, he knew there was no better way.

I also know that there is no room for me to return now.

He trembled as he approached Zhiming, a trace of nervousness flashed across his face, his Adam's apple rolled involuntarily, and his voice was a little stammering.

"Master...Brother, can I do it myself?"

Zhiming saw his reaction and felt a little reluctant.

But some things have to be faced eventually.

Finally, he took out a thumb-length bottle from his Qiankun bag and handed it to Wen Yuxi.

"Just drop your blood into this bottle."

Wen Yuxi blinked uncontrollably, her throat feeling dry.

Damn, I really need to bleed.

Is there really no room for maneuver?

Wen Yuxi reached out to take the bottle and felt his hands shaking a little.

He grinned at Zhiming, then took a few steps forward and turned his back.

Wen Yuxi called out loudly to the spirit of the weapon in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Weapon Spirit, what should I do now? I can't even get the blood of my original body. If I use my own, won't it be exposed? You're knowledgeable and experienced, please help me think of a solution."

The spirit of the weapon was originally sleeping on its side. Upon hearing this, it yawned lazily and waved at him.

He said nonchalantly, "What are you afraid of? What good methods can he have? If he can't find out, it doesn't necessarily mean that your blood is wrong."

Wen Yuxi was sweating with anxiety. "No, no, since Senior Brother said that, he must be absolutely sure that his technique won't go wrong. And since his technique won't go wrong, then there must be something wrong with the blood I provided. I've already made excuses time and time again, and I'm afraid Senior Brother is getting suspicious."

The spirit of the weapon yawned and said, "Okay, don't worry, I still have some here, I'll give you a little."

What?

Wen Yuxi looked at the weapon spirit in shock, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"How did you get his blood? Didn't you burn the body?"

The spirit of the weapon rolled its eyes and said, "It's unusual."

"How do you think you got this body now? It must be simulation data. I just took away some of it."

Wen Yuxi looked at him as if he were Frankenstein and secretly gave him a thumbs up.

What a talent!

The situation was really urgent. Wen Yuxi hurriedly put his hand in front of him, his eyes full of gratitude.

"Master Qiling, please do me a favor and give me some."

This time, the spirit of the weapon did not bargain with him and directly threw a small bottle of blood to him.

Wen Yuxi took it with great joy, and then with a thought, the bottle of blood appeared in his palm.

He was afraid that Zhiming would get impatient, so he quickly turned around and smiled at him: "Don't worry, brother, just wait a moment, it will be ready soon."

Zhiming nodded at him, looking into the distance, as if he didn't feel the wait was too long.

Wen Yuxi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned around and hurriedly and carefully opened the bottle given by Zhiming, and poured the blood given by the spirit into the bottle.

He secretly used his spiritual power to speed up the flow of blood from the blood bottle into another bottle.

The amount of blood given by the spirit of the weapon was not much, only three to five milliliters.

The bottle given by Zhiming has not been filled yet, but Wen Yuxi doesn't care about that anymore.

He capped the bottle with the blood and put the empty bottle back into the Qiankun bag.

Then he took out a dagger and cut his finger with gritted teeth.

Oh my god, it hurts so much.

Wen Yuxi frowned, looked at the blood splattering out, lowered his head and licked it with the tip of his tongue.

Suddenly, the smell of rust and blood filled the entire mouth.

He suppressed his discomfort, slowly turned around, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Brother, I'm fine now."

He deliberately held out his wounded hand to Zhiming.

Zhiming's expression indeed paused slightly. He did not take the bottle of blood, but instead pulled his injured hand.

He held his wrist with one hand and quickly made a hand gesture with the other, casting a spell on the wound that was still bleeding.

A light green light immediately appeared around Wen Yuxi's wound.

The wound in the area covered by the green light gradually shrank.

The wound was a little itchy, but it was shrinking visibly.

He had a pretty serious wound.

Because you have to do the whole show.

Wen Yuxi looked at the scene in surprise.

He remembered that this healing technique consumed a lot of spiritual energy.

I couldn't help but look at Zhiming.

I saw my senior brother lowering his head and looking intently at the wound with a very focused look.

It's like a doctor concentrating on performing surgery on the operating table.

He was watching intently.

Only after Zhiming said, "Okay," did Wen Yuxi come back to his senses.

He quickly raised his finger to his eyes and saw that the wound that was about an inch long had disappeared.

My fingers are intact and my skin even feels smoother than before.

"Thank you, Senior Brother. But don't use magic on this kind of minor wound in the future. It will heal in a short while."

Wen Yuxi smiled sincerely at Zhiming.

But I felt a little uncomfortable.

Zhiming treated him sincerely, but he used some cunning tricks

"Junior brother, what's wrong?"

Zhiming seemed to notice that something was wrong with his mood and whispered.

Wen Yuxi shook his head and handed over the small bottle in his hand.

No, wait.

Wen Yuxi suddenly thought of a huge bug.

The blood that just flowed out is naturally warm, but the blood in his bottle is cold.