บท 487: Hanging Out with Blood

That was what he worried about.

It was very cold, and the smell from the blood was particularly pungent.

Wang Yao walked slowly, looked, and waited

He walked around the roadway on the west cliff, but he didn't see a worm. He saw several villagers, who were puzzled by the fact that he was hang out with a jar of pig blood.

"Xiao Yao, what are you doing?" a villager asked.

"Nothing, just wandering around, uncle," Wang Yao replied.

The villager thought, Wandering, with a jar of pig blood? Who do you think you are fooling? He instead asked, "What happened to you?"

"Nothing," Wang Yao replied.

He was a little disappointed as he wandered on the slope of a hill. He had not found any poisonous insects, but he attracted a few dogs in the village because of the smell of the blood. Was this method wrong?