[A bronze oil lamp, no matter how beautifully made, is inedible, so what is its use?]

Lin Baici was almost angry to death at what the god said. Eat, eat, eat. You just know how to eat. Why can't you say something important?

[The cold night is bleak, everything is quiet, the lamps are added with blood, and the light of the Buddha is always bright. It is a special flavor to have a vegetarian meal in this environment! 】

The God's emotion moved Lin Baici's heart.

"To add blood and light the lamp?"

Lin Baici captured a key word.

Is it possible that this oil lamp is not made of lamp oil but of blood?

Thinking of this, Lin Baici pulled out the hatchet stuck on his lower back, cut his finger, and began to bleed into the oil lamp.

Tick ​​tock! Tick tock!

The bright red blood dripped into the bronze lamp, creating a ripple.

"What are you doing?"

Hua Yueyu didn't understand.

In addition to her, Little Sister Li, Jin Yingzhen, Aunt Xu Xiu, Sima Mu, Zhang Ju and her daughter, there were about fifty people following Lin Baici.

No one noticed that when Lin Baici was adding blood to the lamp, the dark Buddha on the altar, who had his eyes closed and meditated, suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at Lin Baici.

"Uncle, lend me a lighter!"

Lin Baici saw the blood filling the bottom of the lamp, and was about to stop when another voice sounded in his mind.

【Once filled, it can be burned for three years.】

What does it mean?

Lin Baici frowned.

He actually didn't want to bleed any more. This lotus bud lamp is not big, but to fill it up, it would probably take 200cc of blood.

But if you don’t fill it up, what if the lights don’t hold up and the ghost thing disappears...

Lin Baici turned his head, looked at the dozens of corpses that had been chewed in a mess by the lying Buddha infants, and suddenly gritted his teeth.

Be steady!

Isn't it just blood? When you get out, find a chicken to replenish it.

"Brother Lin, what are you..."

Sima Mu wanted to say, if you make any discovery, don't do it yourself. Try it with cannon fodder first. Otherwise, what will everyone do if you die?

Lin Baici took the lighter and lit the wick.

call!

A lamp is like a bean, small and pitiful, but its light warms the heart and mind.

Lin Baici suddenly felt a lot more comfortable.

"It's getting smaller! It's getting smaller!"

The old aunt screamed happily.

"Jiang Hong, you can use blood instead of lamp oil!"

Lin Baici shouted, if he didn't tell Jiang Hong, this guy would kill people and use their oil as lamp oil.

Wow!

The tourists gathered around.

"Really?"

Jiang Hong squeezed through the crowd and came to Lin Baici.

He has convinced eight people.

"look by youself!"

Lin Baici held an oil lamp in one hand and a pine torch in the other. Unlike the panicked people, his face was full of calmness.

The wick of the lamp was burning, and the Buddha baby lying on Lin Baici's body had completely shrunk behind him, not wanting to be illuminated by any light.

Even so, its body is gradually shrinking.

"It seems to be really useful!"

Behind Jiang Hong, a young man with a hooked nose spat out thick phlegm: "Do I have to use my own blood?"

When everyone heard this, their hearts trembled.

"You saw just now that each person can only hold one oil lamp. What if someone else's blood is used and the lamp is stained and the wick cannot be lit?"

Lin Baici asked back.

When Jin Yingzhen heard Lin Baici's answer, he secretly praised his wit.

With this aquiline nose, he looked like a ruthless person who would not listen to advice. If Lin Baici wanted to persuade him not to hurt others, it would be difficult, but by saying this, he was put off.

After all, no one dares to gamble with their own life.

In addition to Jiang Hong and Hook Nose, some people also thought about using other people's blood as lamp oil, but Lin Baici's rhetorical question made them give up the idea.

It can be said that Lin Baici's words saved many people.

"Forget it, be more careful!"

The hooked nose took out a switchblade, opened it with a snap, and bled his finger.

"It's best to fill up the lamps at once!"

Lin Baici reminded loudly.

"Does it have to be full? It hurts!"

Hua Yueyu's eyes were filled with tears.

"Don't you guys do it once a month? Are you still not used to it?"

Sima Mu teased.

Because of the pressure of death caused by the lying Buddha baby on the shoulders, everyone moved very quickly, and even got into fights over lighters and knives.

After a lot of fuss, everyone added blood and lit the oil lamp.

"Help me see, has this damn thing on my back gotten smaller?"

"It works! This method works!"

"Young man, you are so awesome!"

"What do you call a young man? It's not polite to call him a pretty boy!"

Seeing that the baby Buddha lying on his shoulders became smaller and that he could survive, the tourists felt a little more relaxed.

Lin Baici didn't care about these comments. He just wanted to find the divine skeleton quickly, destroy it and let the ruins collapse.

Otherwise, if this continues, a few lives will not be enough to lose.

"It seems there won't be any more problems!"

As soon as Sima Mu finished speaking, he heard a girl scream in surprise.
Chapter completed!