Wu Gang didn't make a sound.
Qin Shou continued to analyze, "Aside from dead people, there's only blood left. I'll try using some blood..."
With that said, Qin Shou pulled out a small knife and said to Wu Gang, "Gang, come over here for a sec."
Wu Gang's old face darkened as he said, "For what?"
Qin Shou grinned, "I'll just make a tiny cut, don't worry—it'll only be a little blood, and it won't hurt."
"..." Wu Gang was speechless, "If it doesn't hurt, why don't you cut yourself?"
Qin Shou said, "I'm afraid of pain..."
Wu Gang asked, "Then why do you say it won't hurt?"
Qin Shou confidently said, "I meant it won't hurt me when I cut you... shortcut for not hurting."
Wu Gang said, "Scram!"
Qin Shou complained, "Don't be so heartless."
Wu Gang ordered, "Scram further away!"
Qin Shou said, "Don't get angry, man. If you don't want to give blood, and you don't want to die, I'll have to figure it out myself."
"Scram!" Wu Gang lifted his leg and kicked out!
