Chapter 632 Bloodletting

Workers' rest area.

There was a sound of rushing water behind the gray wall. Various barrels and broken statues were piled in the corridor. It was rare that no monsters were seen, unless the white six-legged cat that just opened the door was counted.

Richter became cautious this time and no longer walked in front carelessly. After closing the door behind him, he used the barrel next to him to hold the door against it. It seemed that he was afraid that the white six-legged cat would come out and attack again.

Chen Ke secretly thought that it was a miracle that Richter, who was a demon hunter with such a personality, could survive to this day.

The workers' rest area was worthy of its name. It was just a wide corridor. There were dormitory-like rooms on both sides, but there were no doors. I don't know if they were rotten or they didn't exist in the first place. These were not the main points. The two walked quickly through this not-so-large area and came to the end.

"There is no road here, it's just a wall." Chen Ke looked at the bare gray wall in front of him and used his spiritual vision to check it out, but he didn't find any clues.

"Take out your cup, Klein." Richter said.

He took out a dark green stick-shaped adhesive substance from his coat pocket and smeared it on the wall. The green adhesive was obviously a consumable, leaving a layer of light green water marks on the gray wall.

"What is this?" Chen Ke asked while taking out the dirty gold cup.

"I call it an eraser. It can erase the little tricks of the vampires." Richter wiped it hard and wiped out a vertical area on the wall that was one person tall.

This area was covered with light green water and gradually changed. A mottled small platform suddenly appeared. On the small platform, there was a bronze statue of a woman, or a statue of a female monster. The body was a plump woman, but the head was split into four petals, and several snake heads similar to venomous snakes stretched out.

The statue's movements showed that something was missing. It knelt on the platform and made a gesture of holding something with both hands. The size was just right to put the cup in.

"Put it in and take a look." Richter said.

Chen Ke glanced at Richter, then walked forward, hesitated for a moment, and put the cup in the hands of the statue. The statue held the golden cup steadily, and the posture, size and material all seemed to match.

"Sure enough, it was taken from here..." Chen Ke said secretly.

"Okay... everything is ready... come and see what happens." Richter slowly stepped back and took the shotgun in his hand.

Chen Ke was indifferent and stood by and watched.

"Hey... be alert." Richter reminded.

"I didn't find anything different, no movement at all." Chen Ke shook his head, did not feel a trace of murderous aura, did not see half a figure, and did not find any hidden secret door in this corridor.

"Maybe it's not just as simple as putting a cup." Richter also tried to get closer to the small statue.

The two fumbled around the small statue for a while, and did not find anything else suspicious. Chen Ke took the golden cup from the statue and put it again, but there was still no reaction.

"Is there something wrong with the cup?" Chen Ke thought, hesitated for a moment, and tilted his hand to pour out the disgusting liquid in the cup.

Wow...

The foul-smelling liquid poured onto the ground and spread in all directions along the cracks in the floor.

"I hope the cleaners here won't bother you." Richter said.

Chen Ke put the cup back into the statue's hand, and at this moment, a voice suddenly came to his mind.

"Filled with red joy, qualified to offer..."

This voice was neither male nor female, as if there was a demon whispering behind Chen Ke. He turned back suddenly and saw nothing.

"What?" Richter saw Chen Ke's sudden reaction and unconsciously tightened his shotgun.

"Maybe there needs to be something in this cup to open the door." Chen Ke said.

"How do you know?" Richter frowned.

"That's what it's written in the novel." Chen Ke perfunctorily.

"Then... I guess it's not ordinary blood." Richter said.

"What do you think... ? Or you try?" Chen Ke made a gesture of invitation.

"I drank the potion, it can heal, let me try." Richter said, pulling out a small dagger from his thigh, cutting a hole in his wrist, and the bright red blood flowed into the golden cup.

The cup seemed to breathe. Chen Ke always felt that the cup in his eyes was bulging rhythmically, just like a person's stomach rising and falling because of breathing, and Richter's blood could not fill the cup, as if the blood was drunk by the cup.

"Fuck... I'm going to be anemic... This cup..." Richter's face turned pale. He relied on the potion to have a short-term self-healing ability, but the speed of bleeding was faster than his self-healing speed, which was a bit unbearable.

"Hold on a little longer..." Chen Ke comforted.

After a minute, Richter really couldn't hold on and gave up. During this period, in order to prevent the wound from healing, he cut a few more holes, which caused the speed of bleeding to speed up, which made him a little exhausted, and he sat down against the wall crookedly.

"Hoo, hoo... I need to take a break..." Richter said, his voice weak, his eyes closed, and he looked hollow.

The blood in the cup slowly ran out, and finally there was nothing left. Chen Ke clearly heard a sound similar to swallowing.

"Let me try..." Chen Ke rolled up his sleeves, and a blasphemous dagger appeared in his left hand.

"This is not a good idea... That cup is a bottomless pit..." Richter shook his head.

"Maybe we just didn't fill it up." Chen Ke said in a deep voice, and cut his pulse with the blasphemous dagger.

"You didn't heal yourself..." Richter dissuaded.

Chen Ke's wrist was cut open, and the bright red blood just flowed out a little, and the skin was intact.

"Fuck... Are you also a professional? So young?" Richter said.

"I'm not the Lord of Mysteries." Chen Ke said.

"It doesn't matter, no wonder you haven't been afraid, it turns out that you can heal yourself." Richter's voice was a little more normal, he stood up with the help of the wall, and it seemed that the speed of self-healing was not too slow.

"Let me fill it up." Chen Ke inserted the blasphemous dagger directly into his wrist, turned the handle, and then stopped pulling it out. He had been enduring injuries that were fatal, which made Chen Ke's tolerance to pain stronger. This level was just frowning.

Blood gushed out like a spring, pouring into the golden cup. Just like before, the cup sucked greedily, with no sign of being full. Chen Ke's self-healing speed almost instantly filled up the lost blood, but the world residence time in the upper right corner of his vision was also passing quickly at a speed of 3 minutes per second. Chen Ke quietly pinched two souls, and in addition to replenishing the time, the upper limit was up to 300 hours.

"This bleeding speed... can you bear it?" Richter stood aside, watching Chen Ke's wrist like a faucet, feeling a little anxious.

Chen Ke did not answer, his eyes fixed on the cup, watching the blood being swallowed up continuously.

After bleeding for 3 minutes, finally in the next second, Chen Ke saw the blood in the golden cup began to rise, and soon, it was filled.

He pulled the knife out of his wrist, and the wound healed instantly. At the same time, the small statue slowly retreated with the book in his hand, and a corridor leading to the unknown emerged on the wall.