Chapter 4 Chapter 4

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date="2021-01-16"

title="Chapter 4 Chapter 4 "

weight="124637"

series = ["Banished to Another World"]

mode = "manual"

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A sturdy man covered in blood, carrying a blood man on his back, walked past Yan Mo and a few people behind him, with spears in his hands and blood stains on his body. The woman and the two children were crying while crying. run.

Several people ran into the tent where the woman ran out, and someone could vaguely heard someone shouting: "Have you gone to pray?"

"Already gone." Someone answered.

Cao Ding covered his mouth, squatted down, and whispered: "That's the second-level fighter Dahe. Seeing that he was injured so badly, I don't know if he can be saved back. That family...It will be difficult for him in the future. "

Yan Mo retracted his gaze, the warrior named Dahe broke his right arm, and the broken bone protruded outside. There might be injuries in the abdomen, otherwise it would be impossible to bleed so much.

According to the person's bleeding volume, if he doesn't stop the bleeding properly, the person will have to see the king in an hour.

Maybe this is an opportunity for him, but it is not yet the best time for him to come out.

Yan Mo lowered his head, pretending to unknowingly spread out his right palm, only to see a book on it again, and a sentence similar to the last time was lit in the center of the opened book.

——Teach others a little knowledge, scum value -1, total scum value 99999998 points.

what is this? What's the use?

If you change to another "insightful" young man, you might get excited first when you see such a thing in your palm.

But Yan Mo...

Yan Mo, whose family property is counted in the unit of 100 million, is committed to making himself a master, striving to make himself better than others, doing everything possible to make money, and spending a lot of time in studying, camping, working and other things. In all kinds of business matters, he lived to thirty-nine years old, never played an online game, never read an online novel, even he hadn't read a few of the martial arts novels that everyone went viral in junior high school.

On TV, he rarely watches other programs except news. go to see movies occasionally, but rarely see them. He can know the soul wear, thanks to a certain movie and news that several children committed suicide in order to cross.

He always felt that he didn't have enough time, and he couldn't even understand why later those young people could spend so much time on the internet and talking about love.

If all the time wasted by those people is given to him, his achievements before death will definitely be more than that, and he will use those time to make himself richer and more powerful, maybe he can escape...

But even if he is "lonely and ignorant", he has heard that the magistrate of the underworld has a merit book that records the life and deeds of all creatures in the world, so does the things in his right palm belong to the same series? Is it to warn him to show this thing directly to him? Instead of using the prison guard?

So when Yan Mo saw such a thing, it was not excitement at first, but... an anger of being controlled and monitored by others!

Yan Mo sneered at the word scum in the exile reform guide.

In the words of his grandma, he was not a good thing to be born.

Although he felt that he was still very honest and kind when he was a child, but everyone said that, he didn't bother to deny it.

The thoughts accidentally fell into the memories of the past, which made Yan Mo very hated.

He does not like to remember the past, and hates to remember the past before the age of 20. He does not like himself before the age of 20, and does not like his family, friends, relatives, and all the people and things he knew during those 20 years. dislike.

From the age of twenty, he told himself that no matter what he did in the future, he would not allow himself to regret it.

Sometimes people accidentally take a wrong step, and they will really make a wrong step. After that, even if they want to look back, they will be powerless, and they can only move on if they know it is wrong.

In fact, he has always known that he has gone the wrong way, and his outlook on life, values, and morals have been ruined, but he has been stubbornly reluctant to admit that he has made a mistake or even committed a crime until... he lost the most important and most important thing in his life. Good, the baby he is willing to exchange everything for.

He suddenly thought of the words he cursed and insulted God before he died.

He can't remember the original words, but he still remembers to the effect that he seems to have mentioned his baby? He seemed to curse God for saying that he was unfair, and asked him why he should bring retribution to innocent people. He cursed a lot. That was his last vent and his only confession.

Does that curse have anything to do with this crossing?

Did the exile reform guide that appeared in his palm secretly predict anything?

He has now reduced two points of scum points. What if he reduces all the 100 million points of scum points? What can he get? Or what will God reward him?

Yan Mo was a very realistic person. He didn't think that God let his soul penetrate this world and made him a reform guide to record his merits and demerits just to play with him.

No matter who is the "person" who brought him into this world, the other party must have his purpose.

"I need a promise." Yan Mo said to his right hand in Chinese.

Kusachi looked up at him, "What did you say?"

Yan Mo smiled weakly, "It's nothing, it's a few spells that the old priest gave me, saying that it can speed up the recovery of the injury and drive the disease away."

"Ah, I'm sorry, did I bother you?" Kusachi hurriedly said.

"It's nothing, just don't interrupt me below." Yan Mo gave Kuo Ting a relieved smile and continued to inquire about his right hand.

"I want to promise! If I honestly stay in this world to make changes, if I can return the scum value to zero, what can you give me?"

There is no response on the pages of the book, and it does not seem to have a communication function.

Yan Mo was not discouraged, he muttered to himself: "Since you are a guide, then you will at least tell me what to do, then why do you ignore me? Guide...book...how can you answer me if it is a book? , Of course you have to check it yourself, the book...you have a catalog, right? I want to look at the catalog! Show the catalog!"

The scroll reacted this time, turning over several pages, and stopped, and a page titled "Table of Contents" appeared.

I only glanced at it roughly and judged that 90% of the answers in the guide could find the answer I wanted, but now is not a good time to read. Yan Mo took a deep breath, held back his ecstasy, squeezed his right hand and let go, continuing to deal with his injury.

The guide seemed to be able to tell whether Yan Mo was looking at it, and when Yan Mo squeezed his right hand, it disappeared automatically.

The rotten meat has been scraped, revealing the fresh flesh and blood below.

He picked up the wooden scoop that had also been boiled in boiling water, scooped a spoonful of salt water, and Yan Mo took a sip first, feeling that the concentration was just right, and immediately turned it over.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Kusmachi was so scared that he sat on the ground, and immediately rushed to ask: "What's wrong with you, Xiao Mo? What have you done? Goodness!"

Yan Mo sweated like syrup, leaning on the water tank for a while before he recovered slightly.

He doesn’t need to do this, but in the absence of medicines, a certain concentration of salt water can not only coagulate blood, but also disinfect. His wound drags on for too long, even if the wound looks as new as it is. Dare not care.

Cao Ting didn't understand why Yan Mo had to tortured himself so much. Not only did he scrape his own flesh with a stone knife, but also poured salt water on himself. Is this the healing method of the salt mountain tribe? My God, it's more cruel than the old sacrifices of the Yuanji tribe.

Alas, this child is so pitiful. Not only will he be a cripple in the future, he will also have to suffer such a sin first. Cao Ding had no idea that Yan Mo could heal his broken leg. She felt that Yan Mo could make her wounds heal, and it would be great if Yan Mo could not rot to death like other slaves.

Yan Mo's screams did not attract other people's attention. There were too many slaves screaming for various reasons.

And at this time, the cry from the big river tent was enough to cover up other noises nearby.

Yan Mo sat upright and straightened his right leg. He had not eaten for two days and lost too much blood. It stands to reason that he should have been lying down and unable to move at this time, but he left it with this way for two days and has not rotted. Like his wounds, there seemed to be a strange energy in his body supporting him.

Thirst, hunger, pain, dizziness... These negative feelings have not disappeared, it is as if someone has a deep hatred with you, in order to punish you, while torturing you, while hanging your life, making you conscious "Enjoy" everything.

Yan Mo with a sweaty face raised his head and laughed lazily, raised his left hand, and compared a middle finger to the blue sky.

Cao Ting thought Yan Mo was continuing to cast the spell.

Four tall, dark-skinned warriors with tattoos came in from the small road accompanied by an old man holding a scepter and a young man.

Yan Mo turned his head and guessed the identity of the old man.

When Cao Ting saw the old man, his complexion immediately changed, and he pushed Yan Mo who was sitting on the water tank, "Lie down and don't move, close your eyes!"

Cao Ting finished quietly and quickly according to Yan Mo. She herself had changed to kneeling, lowering her head and waiting for the old man and the soldiers to pass by.

None of the six people walking past gave them a hand.

Cao Ding turned his head slightly and secretly saw the old man walking into the tent of the big river. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief and relaxed his suppression of Yan Mo.

"Who is that?" Yan Mo slowly sat up and asked with the support of Kuomachi.

"It’s the Lord Sacrifice and his disciples. You will remember from now on. It’s okay to see warriors, but when you see Lord Sacrifice, Elder and Chief Chief, no matter what you are doing at that time, you must kneel and bow, and you must not look up at them. . If you can’t kneel, just lie down or pretend to die."

"What if you didn't do it?"

Kusachi looked at him pityingly, "Then even your master cannot keep you."

"What punishment will you get?"

"Punishment? Oh, it depends on their mood at the time."

Yan Mo... the evil slavery society!

But even if he is not a slave, the old priest doesn't look like a kind and generous person. If he offends him, 80% will not have any good fruit.

"Can Lord Sacrifice heal Lord Dahe's injury?" Yan Mo asked in a low voice.

"Of course it can." Kusachi said naturally.

"Oh?" It seems that the medical skills of the sacrifice here are more powerful than he thought.

"It's just that even if Master Dahe can survive this time, I am afraid that he can no longer be a soldier." Kusatsu looked sad, Master Dahe's family are all good people, as good as her master. Master Dahe can no longer be a soldier in the future, what should his wife and children do?

"Can't be a fighter anymore? Why?"

Kusachi looked at him strangely, "He was hurt so badly that the bones of his arm were poked out, and even if he didn't cut it off, he wouldn't be able to use it in the future, and that was the right hand holding the weapon.

It turns out that the sacrifice here can't heal broken bones, so he still has a certain value.

It's just that the sacrifice doesn't seem like a good-looking person. If he treats Dahe's injuries in the first place, he will not only be able to please him in the end, he might even be framed by the priest's jealousy.

These high-ranking people are used to being held by others, will they be happy to be stunned and slapped?

Imagine that an old professor who is highly respected in the medical field encountered a case that could not be handled, and others said that it was not saved. As a result, an intern jumped out and said that I can treat the disease. It is too simple. What is this not a face?

Expect the old professor to look at you differently? Expect other people to worship you right away?

Shit! You'd better pray that the old professor is a kind, generous, open-minded and really good person.

It was not that he had never touched such people and things before, and he had received enough lessons. The old priest, with his experience of seeing people, he dared to use his life to bet, he was definitely not a broad-minded master.

That being the case, this time he should stop appearing, and honestly take care of his injury before talking about other things.

Cao Ding wiped the sweat on Yan Mo, fed him some water, and watched him start playing with his wounds, and immediately felt that the child was really strong.

If the Salt Mountain clan is not broken by the Yu clan, then this child will definitely grow into a powerful warrior? Maybe he can reach level three?

But now it's impossible, and Kuomachi's eyes fell on Yan Mo's broken leg.

No matter how powerful a fighter is, if he is disabled, he will be degraded if he is better, but most people will be completely reduced to civilians. Although as a reward, the soldiers will not be deprived of their property before being demoted, but there is no way for the civilians to make greater contributions to the tribe. How can we feed extra slaves and family?

It's not that Yan Mo didn't see Kuomachi's sympathy, but he didn't plan to remain a slave until he got better...

Yan Mo motioned Cao Ding to give him the small stone pot, and used a stone knife as a scraper to spread the smashed thistle leaf juice evenly on the wound.

"Sister, I want to ask you to do me a favor now. It's very simple. Don't be afraid. Grab my leg like this. Yes, just like this."

Yan Mo instructed Kuomachi to grab his right leg, "I need to align the broken bones and connect them, but now it takes a little longer for the bones to break, and the flesh shrinks, so you need to pull the flesh apart first, so you will see later. My head, when I nod, you will pull my calf toward your arms, until the broken bone can meet."

Yan Mo was afraid that Cao Ding would not understand, he said and gestured, saying three times, until Cao Ding hesitated and nodded.

Breathing out, I found a peeled wood stick of the right size and stuffed it in his mouth. The young boy straightened his right leg and took two deep breaths. Once again in the right direction, he was ready and nodded to Caomachi. .

Kuomachi didn't use much force, she didn't dare, but her strength was obviously greater than Yan's default, and she only pulled so gently.

"Hey!" Yan Mo bit the branch in his mouth, but he still can't faint!

Taking advantage of the skin and muscles being torn apart, he immediately straightened his leg bones and connected the broken bones as closely as possible.

Coated with thistle leaf juice, this thing is not useful for healing broken bones, but at least it can reduce inflammation and stop bleeding.

Grab the wooden sticks placed on the left and right beforehand and fix them on both sides of the broken leg, and tie them with boiled straw ropes.

Yan Mo dealt with it very quickly. Although he has various problems and his character is not good enough, he has real skills in his hands and is cruel to others and even more cruel to himself.

While Yan Mo dealt with his injuries, the young man who was with the sacrifice took a wooden stick out of the big river tent and put the stick in the fire pit to burn.

After a while, the boy entered the tent with a burning stick.

A moment later, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Yan Mo's hands tying the straw rope tightened, and he vaguely felt that he smelled a burnt smell of burnt flesh. But he only paused for a while, and continued to deal with himself as if nothing had happened... Why did it shine again?

Yan Mo opened the palm of his right hand and saw that it was written on the page this time:

-Seeing death without saving once, scum value +10, total scum value 108 points.

This sentence disappeared after being lit for five seconds, and another sentence appeared:

-The scum value is more than 100 million points, and the penalty is burned. The number is 8 times. In order not to affect the daily reform of the exiles, the penalty is imposed once a night, and is not reduced by the later scum value reduction .

Yan Mo: ...Fuck!