"But, but you can't drink human blood!"
Qi Ercai's face turned almost green.
He truly couldn't accept the idea of drinking human blood.
In contrast, Qi Quanjin's reaction wasn't so intense. He calmly asked Yin Cheng, "Do the others have wounds on their bodies?"
"They do, but not as many as the old lady's wounds."
Yin Cheng pointed at Er Laizi, "I checked, this person's mouth has the strongest lingering taste of blood, presumably the one who drank the most."
"This person is that old lady's son."
Qi Quanjin explained.
Yin Cheng nodded, "I know, this mother and son are not good people."
They had been together before, and although Yin Cheng didn't pay much attention to the other villagers, he saw some things and heard some things.
Qi Ercai loosened his clenched fists and let out a long sigh, "So, that does seem reasonable. Mrs. Lai Sr. spoils Er Laizi the most, probably fearing her son might not hold up, so she fed him all with her own blood."
