Wu Ling took the blood-drawing equipment out of her bag. It looked quite professional, like the medical supplies used at blood donation centers.
The fat guy was straightforward about it too. He rolled up his sleeve and let Wu Ling draw his blood.
"How much do you need?" the thin guy asked.
"About as much as a normal blood donation," Wu Ling said.
"That'll be enough?" the thin guy asked in surprise.
"Any more, and we might as well run for our lives," Wu Ling said, making a joke that wasn't particularly funny.
"Don't we need to run a test? How much blood does it take to make one of those monsters explode?" the thin guy continued.
"There's no need. We don't have a test subject. Besides, there can't be too many of those things. One or two at most. We're only drawing some blood as a precaution."
It seemed Wu Ling and the others already had a plan.
I asked them about it.
"If Luo Mu has no problem with it, we can do it this week," Wu Ling said. "The longer we wait, the more it benefits them. We need to act quickly and decisively."
"Will Perfected Master Xuanqing take part too?" I asked.
"Unless Zhang Yifeng's master steps in, the old priest won't get involved." Gu Mo stretched. "It's best to keep this contained to a small area. Otherwise, others might step in and stop us. These are extraordinary times. This kind of infighting... If Zhang Yifeng and his master weren't already such a problem, we never would have started a fight."
I hadn't expected Gu Mo to know so much about the supernatural community.
Gu Mo quickly added, "That's what the old priest said."
"Oh." I glanced at Gu Mo. "You're the support staff, so you