C199 Confessing blood

One hundred ninety-nine words for blood

On the empty ground behind him, more than 130 people lined up in a row, all of them Bronze Sword s out of their sheaths.

On a large rock in front of the crowd, there was a clay pot.

The soldiers walked towards the pot one by one, stabbing their swords into their wrists without hesitation. Fresh blood flowed like a stream towards the pot