Chapter 120 - Escaping from Arcanum Train (XIII)

Editor: Kitty

Bloodletting was easier said than done. After all, it was something harmful to one’s body. Not everyone was willing to do it.

Crow was the first one to honestly donate his blood. Normally speaking, the body weight and blood volume of adult men were about 85-80 ml/kg. Acute blood loss would only occur when one’s blood loss reached more than 20%. Only then would a human’s life be in danger.

But the amount of blood lost was actually quite big. If each of the five people present was willing to donate a certain amount of blood, it was absolutely no problem to fill the bucket in the toilet.

So Crow moved the bucket in the toilet out.

However, bloodletting not only tested the endurance of one’s body but also people’s hearts. Not everyone could watch their blood flow and their lives fade away… Well, it seemed that there was one such person in front of everyone.

Crow looked at Black cat with some astonishment. Black cat could be said to have remained unaffected as he did it. He sat on the sofa as his hand reached up to the bucket, and as the knife swung down, blood gushed out. Crow was a little nervous. After a while, seeing Black cat’s face turn white, he quickly applied pressure on his blood vessels and used a cloth to bandage him.

After that, it was Two-headed snake’s turn again. This time, the poor Two-headed snake lay on the sofa without moving. Therefore, the bucket, containing the three people’s blood, was only filled a third of the way. This was also due to Crow being careful because if too much blood was shed at a time, they would have more problems cropping up in their hands.

“Alright, it’s your turn.” Crow looked at Owl and signaled that it was time for him to do it.

Owl said nothing and did not act. He stared at the bucket and was silent for a long time. The bucket was filled with bright red blood, and the air was gradually filled with a bloody smell, which made people feel nauseous.

On the contrary, the monster lying on the ground seemed to smell the blood and began to emit a weak but sharp cry.

“The monster can’t wait,” Crow said.

Owl also heard the call, and he was hesitant as he glanced at the bucket of blood. Following that, he told Crow, “Can– Can I do it myself? I mean… alone.”

“Don’t be so stubborn. I have medical experience. It’s dangerous for you to do it alone.” Crow tried to dissuade him.

“No!” Owl refused, then seemed to realize that he was overreacting, took a breath, and said, “I won’t be in danger again.”

Crow hesitated for a moment and seemed to think of something. He decided not to embarrass Owl any longer. He compromised and said, “Alright, as you wish.”

So Owl walked into the toilet alone with the bucket, and everyone heard him lock the door.

“Why does he want to be alone?” Two-headed snake was puzzled.

Crow thought for a while, hesitated, and said, “Probably because he’s shy?”

Owl stayed in the toilet for a long time and finally came out. He looked fine except for his paler face, but the volume of the bucket of blood had increased significantly, and the blood also looked more viscous.

“Are you alright?” Crow saw that he walked out and asked with concern. He was unable to bear sizing up Owl up and down: “Where did you cut yourself?”

“What?” Owl asked. He was a little slow in reacting.

“I mean, where did you cut yourself when you were bloodletting?”

“Erm…… my arm. ” Owl paused for a second and kept his head lowered.

Crow pursed his lips and fixedly stared at Owl’s face: “Can I have a look?”

“No, no need; I’ve dealt with it myself,” Owl said as he moved the bucket over. Crow, of course, took it from him. He felt the weight of the bucket and frowned with worry.

Crow said, “How much blood did you give? This bucket is a lot heavier.”

“Not much.” Owl’s face was as white as paper. In the dim light, his lowered head made him look like a corpse that had just come back alive.

Crow’s lips trembled, and he was just about to say something, but in the end he didn’t say anything. He was silent for a moment and said to himself, “This blood is not nearly enough. It seems that I have to trouble that Wolf. Wish me good luck.”

After a long time had elapsed, Owl gave Crow a smile: “I wish you good luck.”

So Crow turned around, summoned up his courage, and walked towards Wolf. Wolf probably knew Crow’s plan. This time, it was unexpectedly easy to persuade him. Without much effort, Wolf took the initiative to come over, sat down beside Owl, and looked at Owl with eyes filled with interest.

“I thought your blood had solidified,” Wolf cuttingly remarked at Owl.

Owl did not seem to be very well and did not get into a fight with Wolf. He replied coldly, “Shut up.”

“That’s not a good attitude.” Wolf smiled. Because he was sitting next to Owl, as soon as he said this, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Owl’s arm. He acted too fast for Owl to respond. As soon as he turned his head, Wolf directly rolled up Owl’s sleeve to reveal the pale skin of Owl’s arm.

“It’s such a pity, isn’t it?” Wolf sighed, and Owl shook him off angrily and rolled the sleeve down.

“Do what you have to do, sir. Don’t force me to give you a beating,” Owl said this, and his tone was full of malice.

Fortunately, Wolf did not continue to tease him this time. He took the knife and cut a long wound in his palm. The sticky blood flowed down bit by bit, as it fell into the bucket, it caused ripples in the bucket of blood.

The monster lying on the ground was hoarse from howling. It seemed that it had suddenly regained strength and actually opened its eyes. The entirety of its eyes were black and without any whites. Its withered limbs were waving wildly, and it was such a hair-raising sight to witness.

Wolf had something in his mind. Halfway through his bloodletting, he suddenly stood up, spread out his bleeding arm, and walked towards the monster as his blood dripped on the ground. The smell of blood permeated the air, and the monster was stimulated. It no longer waved its arms but tried hard to get up like a dog lying on the ground, its black eyes staring, fixated, at Wolf.

The look in its eyes was filled with hunger and ferocity.

Everyone around was shocked by the scene and stepped back to watch. The monster did not look at any other person but Wolf. Mr. Wolf was not afraid at all. He even laughed, and everyone guessed that he was excited. He let his blood fall in front of the monster. The monster lay down on the ground and began to lick the blood. The scene was bloody and disgusting.

The monster licked up all the drips of blood in a trail to the bucket. It gave a shrill cry of joy. Then it squatted near the edge of the bucket and put its whole face into it. The several people around him could clearly hear the sound of it licking the blood greedily.

“Damn it, I feel like vomiting.” Two-headed snake could not adapt to this scene and placed a hand over his stomach, his face even whiter due to excessive blood loss.

Crow, who was standing at a corner, could not help but pay attention to Owl. He found that one could no longer describe Owl’s face as blanched because his skin actually showed tints of green. But Owl was very calm. He seemed to show fewer expressions as time passed. When fighting with Wolf, he had been angry, but his face now showed none of what he felt.

Black cat appeared to be normal. Although he had also bled, it seemed to have no effect on him at all. As usual, he was silent and was staring blankly at the air. When people around him did not pay attention to him, Black cat would secretly stare at Owl for quite a while.

Wolf, who stood over at the front, licked his palm and tore off a piece of cloth to wrap around his wound.

Everyone waited for the hungry monster to finish eating. The monster drank quickly, holding the bucket as it poured it down. Blood splashed all over its body, turning it into a bloody and bony skeleton.

Finally, the monster seemed to be full, and it threw the bucket away and lay satisfied on the ground. For a long time, it remained motionless. Crow saw that it did not respond at all and was inwardly a bit anxious, and he had just walked forward when the monster suddenly bent its body, sprawling on the floor, and began to vomit.

There was a stench in the air, and the whole carriage was filled with this disgusting smell.

“I’m really going to puke.” Two-headed snake stopped looking at the monster. He frowned and covered his stomach. Crow had the same reaction too. In fact, Crow also really could not stand this terrible scene and smell.

But three of the five people kept straight faces. Wolf had a distorted personality, and when he looked at where the monster was vomiting, he looked excited. Black cat was the type that would slowly react to something, but he kept a dull face as if he was not affected at all.

Owl was really not influenced by anything. He did not seem to smell the stench at all. He didn’t even keep up with appearances as his chest stopped moving. He looked at the monster lying on the ground with no expression at all.

“None of those three people are human beings, are they?” Two-headed snake pulled Crow to squat in a corner far away from them and began to complain: “The guy named ‘Wolf’ has had the same look on his face since I first saw him, and he was grinning at everything grimly. He has a face like he’s thinking about how to kill anyone he looks at all the time. As for the other two, I don’t even want to talk about them. F*ck their mothers; they really don’t have any other expressions but expressionless!”

“Owl wasn’t like this previously,” Crow frowned. He remembered that when he woke up with Owl in the carriage, the other party had rich emotions… but as time went on, the number of expressions he wore on his face began to dwindle.

“As for Black cat, this guy is mysterious and too quiet. But he has one thing he shares in common with Mr. Wolf.”

“What do they share in common?”

Crow froze and seemed to want to answer. After a long time, he said, “How do I put it… There’s a sense of ferocity.”

“What about me?” Two-headed snake suddenly pointed at himself.

“You?” Crow raised his head to look at Two-headed snake, who gave him a smile. Crow thought for a moment and replied very seriously: “Probably an id… idiot.”

After that, Two-headed snake did not speak and glared at Crow gloomily. Crow was startled by the look in his eyes, “Erm, you look terrifying when you’re not speaking.”

Two-headed snake immediately gave him another smile.

Two-headed snake was a weird person. When he was silent and expressionless, he looked very gloomy. Notably, his eyes carried a sense of boldness. But once he opened his mouth to speak, his gloominess would dissipate, and immediately he would feel like a neighbourly big brother.

Ah, how interesting, Crow silently thought in his heart.

T/N: LMAO. I love Two-headed snake’s and Crow’s interactions!