Looking around at everyone, you then said to Sun Lin and Cao Shan, "Each of you pull out a few tufts of hair for me."
"A tuft?"
Touching his own head, Cao Shan grimaced. Although he wasn't quite at the Mediterranean level yet, he wasn't far off. Hearing that you wanted a tuft of hair, his heart ached. Usually, if anyone touched a single hair on his head, he would fight them to the death.
Pulling out a tuft of hair was not difficult for Zhang Dadong and Wang Chongyang. They swiftly yanked out a tuft each.
You handed each of them a brown vermilion talisman, "Now, bite open your index finger, drop a bead of blood onto the talisman paper, then wrap up the hair and blood together."
When Zhang Dadong bit his finger, he might have used a bit too much force, squeezing out quite a bit of blood. He asked you, "I think I might have squeezed out a little too much, is that okay?"
