The corpses thrown in quickly melted into bloody water, leaving not even a trace of hair or bone behind. Zhao Fu threw in roughly a thousand corpses, which melted into a pool brimming with blood, giving off a pungent stench of gore.
Zhao Fu then tossed in some first- and second-tier spirit herbs. Great Qin now mainly used third-tier medicinal pills, so first- and second-tier spirit herbs were of little use. He also threw in a thousand crystal stones.
He did all this according to the information provided by the Corpse Soul Blood Pool. The Corpse Soul Blood Pool itself was a taboo, capable of cultivating a new life—much like something from a science-fiction novel, where certain scientists created some sort of monster. Throwing in these spirit herbs and crystal stones could make the life it created stronger.
The spirit herbs and crystal stones quickly dissolved into the bloody water. Rather than fading, the stench of blood became even thicker. The blood churned and bubbled like boiling water.
Zhao Fu gave the soldiers beside him a look. They immediately obeyed, escorting ten people to the edge of the blood pool before shoving them all in.
"Ahhh..."
Piercing screams rang out. Those people seemed to have fallen into a scalding cauldron and were being boiled over a raging fire, suffering unbearable agony. Their faces twisted grotesquely as their bodies slowly sank toward the bottom of the blood pool. Their screams weakened, but they did not stop.
At the bottom of the pool, those people were still screaming in agony, but the blood dampened the sound until it barely carried.
Zhao Fu's expression did not change. He stood by the blood pool and quietly waited for the result.
Time passed bit by bit, from daytime into night. Torches were set up around