"I still remembered what he looked like back then." Fosi Zhupu said to Uchiha Madara, "He was covered in blood when he said goodbye to us. I hoped he was living happily in heaven now."
"Though he made a sacrifice, he saved so many lives." Uchiha Madara said, "Leaving this place was actually a good thing, no matter what form it took."
"I hoped your method worked." Uchiha Madara said to Fosi Zhupu with a smile. "Otherwise, all my effort would really have gone to waste."
Hearing Uchiha Madara's words, Fosi Zhupu understood what he intended to do and quickly said, "You can't. Let me do it."
"I can't?" Uchiha Madara looked at Fosi Zhupu and asked, "I've always wondered what exactly I wasn't capable of."
"I only meant that your blood might not work," Fosi Zhupu said.
"Wasn't that the same thing?" Uchiha Madara said with a smile. "We're both human. What difference could there be between our blood?"
"Were these things really that sensitive to blood type?" Uchiha Madara asked with a smile.
"There'll still be a need for you later, so you need to preserve your strength and energy for now," Fosi Zhupu said.
"But I'm of no use anyway." Fosi Zhupu smiled at Uchiha Madara. "So let me do it this time."
As he spoke, Fosi Zhupu drew a small dagger from his waist and sliced open his wrist.
Blood poured forth.
"You really went all out." Uchiha Madara smiled at Fosi Zhupu. "A little blood would've been enough. You let out so much—are you trying to kill yourself?"
"I figured the more there was, the better the effect might be," Fosi Zhupu said with a smile.
"You'd better do your best. Don't waste all this blood of mine. You should know it'd be worth a