57 Chapter 57

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date="2021-01-16"

title="57 Chapter 57 "

weight="124690"

series = ["Banished to Another World"]

mode = "manual"

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The small monster's raid brought a certain loss to the Awu people, who had not many people. This was the result of Yuanzhan and Yan Mo's help. Without two people, the Awu people would probably lose more than half of their population today.

Before those monsters would only attack the lonely clansmen, and launch such a large-scale attack on their residences like today, it must be an attempt to bring them together.

After counting, a total of six Awu people, with only 67 people, died in the first battle, and 19 people were seriously injured. Except for the fourteen children who were really small in the tent, the others, regardless of their degree. All suffered a little injury.

The little monsters that were left behind were also counted. This was only counted with the help of Yuanzhan, including the correct population of the Awu tribe.

All fifty-two little monsters were killed, and none of them survived.

Yan Mo heard that the little monster hadn't left alive, and he looked at his right hand specifically. Fortunately, the guide did not respond in particular. There was probably no homicide before his eyes, and the guide couldn't have to say that he was not saved.

This is also the rigidity of the guide. If an individual is observing his behavior, then he must be able to infer from his words and deeds that he borrowed a knife to kill someone, but a rigid guide will only judge according to the most direct facts.

The Awu people who were not dead were sent to Yan Mo one after another. This was one of the things that Yan Mo confessed to the Awu chieftain.

The wounded were sent plus the first two brought back, a total of 21, while the others believed that their injuries were not serious, and they were not embarrassed to approach the priest.

Among the 21 severely injured patients, most of the Awu people felt that it was impossible to live any longer and could only delay their lives, but the priest told them not to give up, and they all sent them.

The two largest tents have been quickly picked up.

Yan Mo intends to divide the injuries of the wounded into two different tents according to the priority. During the triage, he can puncture the acupuncture points with golden needles for those who are too late to deal with, are in serious condition, or whose blood flow does not stop. The method temporarily stops the bleeding or makes him temporarily unconscious.

When Yan Mo showed the golden needles, the Awu people who saw them were not very surprised, because they didn't know the goods and thought they were thorns with strange looks and materials.

But when they saw the bald boy piercing the stabbings into the bodies of some injured companions, the bleeding that could not be stopped by the injured companions gradually stopped, and some tribesmen who could not help but screamed and rolled quietly fell asleep. , Their gaze towards the young man was more than just awe.

The old witch, who had been paying attention to Yan Mo's every move, let out a strange whisper.

Yan Mo almost didn't freeze his expression when he heard the low murmur. The old witch used his limited imagination to give his golden needle a new name "Ding Hun Sting". He thought that he used those strange Ding Hun stings to hold down. He lost the souls of the Awu people, and the old witch probably wanted to help him, using a strange tone that looked like a spell or a prayer to help him shout those souls and prevent them from leaving.

Yan Mo looked at the old witch.

Feeling his gaze, the old man stopped muttering and looked back at him.

Yan Mo stretched out his hand, just about to speak.

With a flying step, the old clan witch jumped to Yan Mo with unimaginable speed and agility, and took the initiative to press his forehead against the outstretched hand.

Yuan Zhan's eyes twitched, who had been paying attention to Yan Mo.

"..." Yan Mo coughed with a cracked expression, and said: "There are more injured. I need you to help me deal with the less injured people."

The old witch replied solemnly and respectfully: "Um."

"If you have a better way to treat our people, please tell me."

The old witch took a step back and suddenly turned and ran away.

"..." Yan silently retracted his hand. Is there really nothing wrong with this old witch? But normal people don’t throw children into the lake, right?

The old clan witch gave Yan Mo the secret medicine he usually used to save the clan.

Yan Mo finally understood what the old man meant. The old man was telling him with facts that this was the way he would treat him.

Yan Mo sniffed the blackness. Unlike his previous sharp nose, he could only distinguish one medicinal material that he knew. Then he picked some more, but when he was brought to the tongue, he was held by a big hand.

"It's okay, I know." His body is his backing, and if it is really poisoned, he will not die. And he can get a prescription at the price of immortality, which is still very cost-effective.

The original battle still refused to let go.

Yan Mo had to give up the simple method of judging the properties of medicine by touching the tip of the tongue.

"This probably has a certain hemostatic and anti-inflammatory effect." Yan Mo returned the black mush in the skull to the old witch, and continued to stretch out his hand, "but you can try my medicine today to see which effect is good."

The old man put his forehead against Yan Mo's palm with awe. The priest did not blame him or abandon him, and even planned to teach him new and better witchcraft and witchcraft.

"You come in with me, if you have an assistant... I mean a disciple, you can let him in together. I need a more clever and steady helper." Yan Mo retracted his hand, turned and walked into the tent of the seriously injured patient. The old man followed at every step and only called a young man before entering the tent.

The young man jumped up excitedly when he heard that he was called out. He was also injured, but he didn't care about the wound on his body, so he rushed into the tent.

Some people wanted to watch the excitement and also wanted to follow up. At the entrance of the tent, they were stopped by someone arranged by the Awu chief: "The priest said that no one else can enter."

Yan Mo walked into the tent and saw the environment inside and smelled it and wanted to exit.

However, it was so cold outside that it was unrealistic to leave the patient outside for treatment. His hands were frozen and there was no way to perform surgery and needles, and the wounded would be unable to support it because of the cold.

In fact, the tent that is lit on a fire for heating and lighting is not suitable for him to treat the wounded. First of all, the brightness is not enough. Although his eyesight is surprisingly good now, it is not good enough to see the blood vessels of the human body in the shadows. To the point of clarity.

What he needs most now is a shadowless lamp and a nurse, but these are obviously extravagant hopes. This ghost place does not even have mirrors that can reflect light.

After thinking about it again and again, Yan Mo asked the old clan witch and his disciples to wait. He exited the tent and was about to order the Awu clan chief to enclose an isolated space temporarily with animal skins, but temporarily changed his mind when he saw the original war.

"They are afraid of you and grateful to you, but this is not enough, Lord Chief, you have to show them where you are different from them, in front of all of them, let them see the bloodline with their own eyes."

"What do you want me to do?" Knowing that the Awu people don't understand them, the original war, which is naturally cautious, still sticks to Yan Mo and whispers.

"I need you to temporarily make a house without a roof, as long as it is two meters high, can shelter from the wind, and can persist for two days without collapsing."

"How old?"

"It's about the same size as our stone house."

"Yes, but I need rest and food." Actually, the original battle that consumes a lot is not very sure, but he wants to try.

Yan Mo nodded. They didn't need to remind them. The Awu chief had arranged for people to prepare food and water for them. On a fire at the entrance of the tent, two rabbits had been pierced with wooden sticks and were roasting. At the entrance of the tent, there were several other fires that were temporarily set up in accordance with Yan Mo's orders, with stone pots on top of which were boiling water.

The smell of barbecue came out, and Yan Mo heard many drooling sounds, including several women who came to give him water.

Yan Mo took Qingshui and smiled at the woman who brought him water.

The woman stared at him closely, as if she wanted to reach out to touch him, but in the end she didn't dare to reach out.

Yan Mo didn't notice the woman's desire, he was attracted by the water container in his hand.

This semi-circular water container is probably made of some kind of harder fruit shell. He has never seen a similar fruit in the woods. don’t know if the season is wrong, or this thing only exists in Awu. Near the family residence.

Yan Mo didn't drink the water. He just pretended to lift the husk and made a gesture of drinking water. In fact, he did not even touch his lips with the water inside. It's okay to say that he is too careful or to say that he is a foreigner. In short, this raw water that has not been boiled and has some dust floating on it, he does not want to drink at all.

The Awu people have all gathered, including the children hiding in the tent. They are preparing a fire in the open space in front of the tent area.

They don't want to put those little monsters on the fire now and then start a barbecue meeting, right?

When two Awu people grabbed the body of a little monster and walked towards the small lake below, Yan Mo immediately turned back to the tent.

No one knows what Yan Mo, the old clan witch and his disciples did in the seriously injured tent. When Yan Mo was called out by Yuan Zhan, the old clan witch personally sent him to the tent with awe. Has become an almost religious expression.

"Sure?" Yan Mo asked Yuan Zhan.

"right here?"

"Flat ground will do."

Yuanzhan walked around in the open space in front of the tent. All the Awu people who saw his behavior couldn't figure out what he was doing, but they soon understood.

The original battle stopped in the open space in front of the two tents housing the wounded.

Then the open space turned out to be alive. The ground was agitated, and an earth wall quickly rose and thickened rapidly. The height of this wall soon surpassed the one on the high ground. It was not as thick as that, but it still looked very solid.

A wall was erected, and another wall emerged. In the surprised and awe-inspiring gaze of the Awu people, Yuan Zhan made four walls at the fastest speed he could currently use.

Patriarch Awu seemed to be extremely envious of Yuanzhan's general ability, of course, he was not the only one who envied him.

The ability of the original battle is something that the Awu people have never seen before, like a human face bird that can spit an invisible blade, and it belongs to their hearts.

There are people with lower minds or weak minds who have thought of Yuan Zhan as an extremely terrifying and invincible existence.

"Do you want to heal the wounded of the Awu tribe here?" Yuan Zhan was already about to lose his strength, but he pretended to be nonchalant, and his appearance was much more bluffing than Yan Mo, only his size And more condensed muscles are enough to deter the Awu people.

Yan Mo stretched out his hand, Yuan Zhan was stunned for a moment, and stretched his forehead.

Yan Mo... simply slapped his forehead, and quickly grasped the youth's veins before he got angry.

Yuan Zhan was not angry. If he didn't want Yan Mo to grab his wrist, Yan Mo couldn't grab it.

Yan Mo was a little worried about Yuanzhan, and of course he was worried about him. He just didn't want to lose such a useful thug so soon.

It was originally a very random routine check, but after feeling the pulse of Yuan Zhan carefully, Yan Mo slowly frowned.

How is this going? This kind of pulse is not normal, but it doesn't feel like it is overdrawn. The pulse phase last time is completely different from this time.

The person has something to say: Today is the second one to offer ^^

I saw a lot of people asking about the novels mentioned last time, so will answer here (advertising by the way^^)

1. The simplified and traditional Chinese characters of "Mujiuge" have been signed separately, and the draft is currently in the revision stage. The publication date has not yet been set, and there will be a new episode.

2. "The Scavenger Squad" was serialized in a magazine starting in September 2012. The simplified and traditional characters have been signed, but the publication date has not yet been determined, because the stupid person has not finished writing... In addition, the content of the novel and the serialization of the magazine are quite different.

3. The "Interstellar Labor" series of short stories are currently serialized in the magazine "Youth Painting". They are all independent short stories. Only one serialization has been published. The second one has been submitted.

4. So the stories I'm currently writing on hand are "Exile from Another World", "The Scavenger Squad", "Mu Jiuge" and "Interstellar Labor". ……So people cannot be lazy and slack. Once they are lazy, all the work will be gathered together...