A Bloody Experiment

“They don’t believe me at all!”

Huang Xiu grimaced and helplessly put his phone back in his pocket.

He had no influence and no connections. Calling the police was the best solution he could think of.

But since the police seemed useless, he would have to make his own preparations.

Huang Xiu calmed himself. Last night’s experience was terrifying, but it wasn’t just fear it brought.

It made him vaguely understand something. There seemed to be some kind of power in his blood.

That power not only caused the cactus to mutate.

It was also likely responsible for the various changes in his body since this morning.

“The root of everything is in my blood, and the blood’s mutation appeared after that outburst of rage.”

As a child, he had been injured and bled before, but nothing had ever changed.

“That extreme emotion was like a key opening a door to the unknown.”

He made a judgment in his heart.

Now, recalling that inexplicable anger, he was still shocked by the dark emotions hidden deep inside him.

How could an ordinary, sunny boy like him have such evil thoughts inside?

“I need to experiment with my blood. Maybe it will be the key to solving everything.”

After all, wasn’t that how it worked in anime and novels?

Huang Xiu looked down, carefully examining his right hand.

Under the warm morning sun, the hand was fair and slender like a scallion, with faint blue veins visible beneath the skin, making it look even more delicate.

The five pale pink nails seemed to imprison a piece of sunlight, dazzling and hard to look away from.

If not for the faint scar on his index finger from a childhood cut with a kitchen knife, he wouldn’t have believed this was his hand.

Previously, his hand had thick calluses on his middle finger and wrist from writing and using the computer.

“So beautiful, I don’t want to cut myself anymore.”

Huang Xiu clicked his tongue.

If it weren’t for the life-threatening situation, he would be quite satisfied with the changes in his body.

Even though they made him look a bit like a pretty boy, pretty boys were still a type of handsome.

What guy doesn’t want to be better looking?

Huang Xiu didn’t plan to cut himself right now to test the secrets in his blood.

He decided to get a haircut first.

As a guy, he could skip a shower for a day, but he had to wash his hair every day.

And he had been at the internet cafe all night.

His clothes and body smelled of smoke. He couldn’t stand it anymore.

He might as well take the opportunity to wash his hair while getting a haircut.

Huang Xiu weighed his hair, pursed his lips, and went to the barbershop across from the school. He spent twenty yuan on a crew cut.

It hurt a little.

As a child raised frugally and with a modest family background, twenty yuan was already a day’s food money.

After the wash, cut, and blow-dry, he felt much fresher. Huang Xiu decided to carry out his plan.

But first, he needed to buy a utility knife.

Thinking of biting his thumb to draw blood like in anime was extremely unrealistic. It hurt and produced too little blood.

He didn’t need to be asked how he knew. Let’s just say Naruto was harmful.

At the stationery store, he bought a utility knife, band-aids, and tissues. He walked around slowly to make sure no one else was nearby, then found a corner overgrown with weeds.

Crack, crack, crack… The sharp blade was pushed out halfway.

With a look of resignation, he held the blade horizontally against his left thumb.

“Should I cut? Now, here?”

Huang Xiu swallowed his saliva.

When he was a child, he dared to run around in trees several meters high and bite his finger hard. Now he didn’t dare to anymore.

The older he got, the more afraid of death he became.

As he blinked, the tragic scene from last night echoed in his heart. He steeled himself.

Gripping the knife firmly, he slashed fiercely across his left thumb.

The sharp blade, under the pressure of his right hand, cut the fair skin effortlessly.

Drops of blood immediately oozed from the wound.

A sharp pain shot from his fingertip to his brain. Huang Xiu’s face froze instantly.

“Damn, it hurts!”

The pain from the cut caught him off guard. Tears welled up in his eyes, making them misty.

But he quickly held them back.

Grimacing, he squeezed the wound and turned his arm, letting the bright red blood drip onto the weeds.

Drip…

The blood fell like raindrops, bending and soaking the long blades of grass.

It was a yellowing weed.

Ying City hadn’t seen much rain for the past month, and it was on the verge of withering.

Now this blood from the sky was the best nectar.

Its leaves trembled, absorbing and savoring the delicious bloody rain.

Drop after drop, drop after drop…

The yellow spots covering the plant began to fade. The weed turned green at a visible speed.

The leaves stretched and grew longer. The thin roots seemed to come alive like snakes, writhing in the soil.

The weed spread outward.

One meter, two meters… The bare yellow soil was instantly covered in green.

What would take months or even years in nature happened right before Huang Xiu’s eyes, without any concealment.

“Th-this, this…” Huang Xiu stepped back half a step, his mouth slightly open.

It was real. It was all real!

The pig-headed teacher was real. He had died once too. It was all real!

This solid evidence shattered the last shred of luck in Huang Xiu’s heart.

Suddenly, a tingling sensation came from his left thumb.

Huang Xiu looked down instinctively.

The flesh that had been cut by the blade had somehow reconnected, covered with a thin layer of scab.

He gently rubbed it with his right hand, and the scab peeled off, revealing skin with a hint of pink.

He patted his cheek, forcing himself to calm down.

“Enhanced self-healing is a nice bonus.”

“The rest is about what I thought. My blood can make plants grow quickly.”

“And the effect… is astonishing?”

Huang Xiu examined the weeds that had stopped growing after losing the blood’s nourishment, clicking his tongue in wonder.

From the time he started bleeding to when the wound healed, about ten seconds had passed, and he had shed less than twenty drops of blood.

Yet the weed had already turned from withered to thriving and spread at least two meters in all directions.

He didn’t dare imagine what would happen if he drained all his blood and poured it onto a single plant.

It might instantly turn a sapling into a towering tree.

“This is way better than fertilizer. It’s almost as good as Han Paopao’s Celestial Creation Dew.”

Huang Xiu suddenly laughed.

Now he didn’t have to worry about his future.

Even if he didn’t get into a good university, he could contract a few acres of land and become a farmer.

“Cough, I’m thinking too far ahead. The urgent matter is still dealing with that pig-headed monster.”

His blood was effective, which meant the pig-headed teacher truly existed in the world.

Maybe last time was just a coincidence that he encountered such a thing.

But as long as he was still studying at No.1 High School, he would inevitably have another chance to come into contact with that monster again.

After all, stand users attract each other.

Pulling his attention back to the present, Huang Xiu also noticed a problem.

That was, today’s blood seemed less effective than last night’s.