Facing Zhang Wei's words, the Blasphemer also understood the meaning in Zhang Wei's eyes.
However.
He fell silent, his lips twitching. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately said nothing.
[Ding! The Blasphemer wants to curse. What the hell are you saying? You killed four fallen angels consecutively, do they still dare to come?]
[Host gains System Points +120]
But.
It wasn't that the Blasphemer didn't want to speak, but that he couldn't. He was too weak now.
It could be seen.
At this moment, the Blasphemer's face was as pale as withered wood. He slumped onto a long church pew that Zhang Wei had moved and placed in front of the blood pit. An IV drip was inserted into his hand, with a bag of O-type blood hanging beside him.
Looking closely.
Half of the blood bag had already been transfused, and there were more than ten empty blood bags scattered on the ground. Each bag was 400ml, and by all appearances, they had been used recently.
Yet, despite transfusing so many bags of blood, the Blasphemer still looked like he had lost too much blood, his lips pale and devoid of color.
Just then.
Seeing that no fallen angels were appearing in the blood pit, Zhang Wei continued to speak:
"Is it that you're not letting enough blood? Don't cut corners. Let more blood out. I have enough veins here."
As soon as he spoke.
Visley and the others saw the undisguised terror on the Blasphemer's face. His eyes were filled with dread. His gaze was not that of a human looking at another human, but of an ordinary person looking at a devil.
[Ding! The Blasphemer is extremely terrified. You... the ancient saying circulating in Great Xia is true, ancient emperors were indeed cold-blooded. You are a cold-blooded animal, Jade Emperor!]
[Host gains System Points +130]
Regarding Zhang Wei's words.
The Blasphemer showed unprecedented panic. He even used all his strength to speak weakly:
"Please, please spare me. I, I... I really can't summon them anymore..."
As he finished.
Tears flowed from the corners of the Blasphemer's eyes. The teardrops slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground, making him look pitiful and wretched.
[Ding! The Blasphemer regrets. Why did I worship Satan? God, I know I was wrong. Please save me and let me return to your embrace, merciful God, hear my plea!]
[Host gains System Points +140]
The system notification sounded.
The Blasphemer's mind replayed all the terrifying experiences he had just gone through.
Not long ago, as Zhang Wei instructed, Visley and the others brought many bags of O-type blood. Then, Zhang Wei transfused blood into him on the spot and thoughtfully prepared a seat for him. After that, his nightmare began. Zhang Wei transfused blood into him while making him bleed to summon fallen angels.
In this manner.
He transfused blood and bled, repeatedly summoning fallen angels in a cycle. Even though his body was repeatedly pushed beyond its limits, Zhang Wei didn't care, continuing to transfuse blood for him to summon.
The memories were vivid, and recalling them...
The Blasphemer's face showed even greater terror.
[Ding! The Blasphemer desperately wants to scream... Devil! This is a devil!! Whoever it is, be it God, Buddha, Allah, or Shiva, save me! This is a devil, he... he is tormenting me!]
[Host gains System Points +150]
The Blasphemer thought to himself, weakly lifting his eyelids, his gaze flickered towards Zhang Wei.
At this moment.
Zhang Wei was changing the blood bag for him. The previous bag had been emptied by Zhang Wei speeding up the transfusion rate. Now, a new bag was hung up.
After doing this.
Zhang Wei smiled and said:
"There should be enough blood now, right? Continue, increase the amount of blood for the summoning."
Saying that.
Zhang Wei reached out with a dagger and cut into the Blasphemer's palm wound, making the wound larger so that more blood could be squeezed out.
Seeing this.
The Blasphemer's face was even more ghastly than death.
[Ding! The Blasphemer... Enough blood, you bastard! The blood you transfused into me hasn't even circulated through my body once before you let it out.]
[Host gains System Points +160]
At the same time.
Visley and the others on the side also witnessed this scene. They all looked at the Blasphemer with pity. Many priests began making the sign of the cross for the Blasphemer:
"May God forgive you, Amen."
"That's why believing in God is the right thing to do. Believing in Satan leads to no good end. Amen."
"Do you understand now, Blasphemer? The faith of Satan is wrong."
It was also at this time.
Matt walked over and patted the weak Blasphemer:
"Stop believing in God. Come and believe in the Jade Emperor with me. He can protect you."
The Blasphemer looked at Matt, then at Zhang Wei, who was staring at the blood pit.
The Blasphemer: "..."
Finally.
After a while.
Seeing that no fallen angels were being summoned, Zhang Wei sighed, clearly realizing that the fallen angels could no longer be summoned.
Inevitably.
He looked at the pile of fallen angel corpses behind him:
"There are only four bodies. Never mind, these will have to do."
As soon as he spoke.
[Ding! The Blasphemer is overjoyed... Great, it's finally over...]
[Host gains System Points +180]
However, before the system notification was finished, Zhang Wei's voice rang out:
"Then let's stop summoning fallen angels. Let's summon horned demons instead."
As Zhang Wei spoke, he glanced at his watch. It was 9 PM:
"Buddy, it's 9 PM. Let's work overtime. This time, we'll summon horned demons. Don't worry, I'll pay you overtime. Later, I'll have Matt and the others find some O-type blood model beauties to donate blood, so you can be transfused with the blood of beauties."
"Why do you look like you're about to cry? Are you unwilling to work overtime? This won't do. In Great Xia, we have 996 and overtime. It's only 9 PM, and you're already saying you can't? Come on, I believe you can do it."
Facing Zhang Wei's capitalist rhetoric.
The Blasphemer, who had already suffered irreversible severe injuries from repeatedly summoning fallen angels, felt a surge of blood rush to his head. He couldn't help but raise his hand, point at Zhang Wei, and stare intently, his eyes bloodshot and wide open:
"You, you..."
Then.
Before he could finish speaking, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, tilted his head, and breathed his last.
[Ding! The Blasphemer's dying thought: As expected, the saying is true, hell is empty, and devils are in the human world!]
[Host gains System Points +190]
"Huh? He's dead?"
Zhang Wei was stunned for a moment, then sighed:
"What a pity. I thought you could hold on a bit longer and summon two or three more horned demons before dying. You're an incompetent employee. You're fired. Resign."
Zhang Wei merely felt a moment of pity for the Blasphemer's death, but he was not surprised. He knew that summoning fallen angels had a price. Besides the blood transfusion, it also caused severe damage. His repeated blood transfusions only delayed the inevitable; death was bound to come.
Thinking of this.
Zhang Wei glanced sideways at the Blasphemer, whose body looked as if it had been drained by a vampire, and then at the four fallen angel corpses and one horned demon beside him:
"I seem to have found a way to trade. It seems necessary to find some followers of Satan in the future. I wonder if there are many followers of Satan."
In his words.
Zhang Wei wore a capitalist smile, the kind that says, 'Employees can die, but I must make money.'
His voice was not loud.
But Visley and the others heard it and couldn't help but feel a chill emanating from the Blasphemer who had been drained of blood by 'capital':
"God bless us. Now I understand why they say capital disregards human life."
"Capital is truly terrifying. God bless us, Amen~"
"Blasphemer, may you be a follower of the Jade Emperor in your next life, free from the persecution of capital. May the Jade Emperor live as long as heaven~"
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