Blood

Ren Anhua admired the increasingly delicate rose on the ring, marveling at Shen Dinghui’s truly skillful technique.

The girl’s only flaw was being a bit too enthusiastic in her actions; otherwise, she was perfectly fine.

By now, the rose on the ring had lost all the rough roundness it had when she first received it.

Its petals had become exquisite and sharp; a flick of the thumb could easily hook off a small piece of flesh.

The only drawback was that using such an irregular edge was actually quite painful, but fortunately, it was still within a tolerable range.

With high-speed healing, the pain was only fleeting.

However, the other new piece of equipment was not as simple as this ring.

Besides the ring, Ren Anhua had also asked Shen Dinghui to modify a bracelet.

The bracelet was adorned with three two-centimeter-long metal rods as decoration.

These three metal rods had now been reshaped by the scaling ability into three hollow nails.

The method of using this bracelet was comparatively more torturous.

It required driving these three nails into the wrist.

Of course, the joints had to be avoided so as not to affect mobility.

During combat after they were embedded, the nails needed to remain in the wound.

Only then could the healing ability be prevented from repairing it, allowing the wrist to continuously bleed through the hollow channels.

This would coat the blade in blood, which would then seep into the enemy’s wounds upon striking, ultimately triggering a biomass explosion at the wound site, causing even greater trauma.

Compared to the rose ring that hurt for only a moment, the nail bracelet would require enduring pain for much longer and would generally not be used lightly.

Of course, Ren Anhua believed that exchanging this level of pain for powerful combat capability was quite worthwhile.

After all, playing like this, the opponent would definitely hurt more than her.

“Let’s go, let’s go try it out,” Ren Anhua said, turning the metal rose on the ring to the palm side of her hand, ready to feel the effect of this new equipment.

Ren Anhua had already changed into the new clothes selected by Shen Dinghui, wearing a cotton hoodie with a design that gave off a soft and cute feeling.

This new look had less of the murderous aura of before and more cuteness, which greatly satisfied Shen Dinghui.

After waking up, Ren Anhua didn’t fuss over her clothes as imagined but cooperatively put on the clothes Shen Dinghui handed her.

Of course, the main reason was that she didn’t want to expose the small box strapped to her leg, so she conscientiously got dressed under the covers before emerging.

In fact, Ren Anhua had recently realized a problem.

It seemed she hadn’t worn pants since becoming a girl.

Was this lifestyle a bit too free and unrestrained?

At first, she just felt that with an outfit like a sukumizu, pants were superfluous.

After all, a sukumizu could completely represent the attribute of outerwear, so not wearing pants felt like nothing.

But after putting on clothes, the situation became subtle.

Adding a piece of clothing somehow made it seem a bit erotic; she really didn’t know why.

Ren Anhua tugged at the hem of her clothes, trying to cover more of her legs.

She estimated the time was around six-thirty in the morning.

The sky was a bit dim, but things were still visible.

To test the biomass bomb created by the rose ring, she and Shen Dinghui slipped into the courtyard they had entered during the day.

An explosive of unknown power had to be tested in an open area to be safe enough.

Ren Anhua was full of confidence and curiosity for this test, while Shen Dinghui was somewhat heartbroken.

She felt this fighting style was too cruel.

She would have preferred Ren Anhua to be a healer, and she would protect Ren Anhua.

Of course, such thoughts were best left as thoughts.

One Ren Anhua could probably take on countless Shen Dinghuis.

She just couldn’t bear to see such a cute girl fight using such methods.

She was, after all, clear-headed about reality.

But whether it was anticipation or heartache, neither of them saw the true effect of the flesh bomb, because their test was interrupted by two corpses that suddenly appeared before their eyes.

The car door was open.

Ren Anhua instantly jumped back a few steps in fear, then covered her nose and mouth.

“Dinghui, be careful, it’s mustard gas! Liu Weimin, get out here!”

After a commotion, the entire team gathered in the courtyard, where two gruesome corpses lay on the ground.

Having died from mustard gas, they looked rather disgusting, especially since it was the mustard gas made by this fellow, Liu Weimin.
However, the control of the potion made by Liu Weimin was quite good.

The surrounding environment was no longer affected by the toxic gas, consistent with his description.

After the door was opened, the gas in the bottle would completely vaporize within ten seconds, the person would die completely within two minutes, and the toxic fog in the air would completely dissipate after seven minutes.

As long as their own people didn’t foolishly open the door, it could be said to be quite safe.

It was just that the way these people died… was too gruesome to look at.

They were stuck to the ground.

“It seems the trap I made is very effective,” Liu Weimin nodded.

“But don’t use it again in the future. This thing is a bit nauseating,” Ren Anhua said, looking at the two things that could probably only be scraped up with a shovel.

She not only felt nauseous but also a little scared.

This effect, how painful must it have been?

Even if it could be healed, she couldn’t stand it.

“But two people died. Why didn’t this humble monk hear any screams last night?”