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Chapter 2 Chapter 2
His neck hurts badly, and his right leg hurts even more.
He is very hungry and very thirsty, but he dare not yell, nor crawl out to find food, even if he wants to crawl, it is impossible. Both of his wrists are tied to the stakes. His current posture is Lie on your back like long live your hands up.
This is an unusually rudimentary thatched shed. The roof of the shed is simply covered with hay, but the sunlight outside can be seen sparsely.
The straw shed is not too big, it is about 40 square meters visually, divided into two rows on the left and right, with an aisle in the middle.
Not all people are tied to the two rows, but there are also live animals. don't know if it's because of this. This hayloft has an extremely unpleasant smell, which can make people vomit.
Yan Mo thought at first that he was saved, but the sight he saw shortly after waking up made him no longer have this idea.
Just half an hour ago, there was a dark-skinned man tied to a wooden stake two feet away from him. The man was also injured. He looked heavier than him. He was groaning/groaning in a coma with a broken head. , But never wake up.
Soon afterwards, a brawny man with a slightly protruding abdomen came in. The brawny man walked around in the hayloft, and finally stopped beside the man and kicked him. Seeing that he had no reaction, he walked over to relieve him. Open, just like that, dragged him out by one arm.
Yan Mo happened to be sleeping on the outermost side of the shed, and as long as he turned his head, he could see the scene outside the shed.
There is a small square outside the straw shed. In the middle of the square is a large wooden stake with an axe stuck in it.
There are people working on both sides of the square, some are weaving weeds, and some are cooking or pickling.
When Yan Mo saw the strong man coming in, he wanted to beg for a glass of water to drink. It would be even more beautiful if he could give a bowl of rice to eat. But after seeing the strong man’s behavior, he closed his mouth wisely, and the man took him from him. The eyes swept across his face didn't seem like pity.
The burly man dragged the unconscious man to the center of the square, put the man's head on the stake, and drew the axe from the stake.
Yan Mo's heartbeat suddenly became faster.
The brawny man raised the axe without hesitation, as if he was used to doing things, he chopped off the man's head with an axe.
A lot of blood spurted out.
The men and women working around the square just glanced casually, and no one paid much attention to this scene.
Yan Morao, who was the doctor, was used to seeing the blood and almost called out when he saw this scene.
And what happened later made Yan Mo stop talking, he even held his breath.
After the burly man chopped off the head of the unconscious man, he dismembered the man on the ground next to the wooden pillar with an axe, and cut out unwanted internal organs by laparotomy.
In the end, the unconscious man was chopped into pieces of meat, divided into three wooden basins, and carried away by different men and women, while the inedible intestines and other internal organs were brought into the straw shed by the strong man in wooden basins. , Thrown to the carnivores that are still alive.
Yan Mo suppressed the desire to vomit.
He felt sore in the back of his neck, and even his head hurt to the point that he could barely bear it.
It was probably Yan Mo's eyes that made the strong man unhappy. When the strong man walked past him, he deliberately kicked his injured right leg.
"Ah!" Yan Mo yelled in pain. The flies and mosquitoes that fell on him also flew up because of his movement, but they did not want to go away.
The strong man ignored him and walked straight out of the straw shed.
The shout of a strong man came from outside, seeming to yell for work.
Gradually, Yan Mo could no longer feel everything in the outside world, and he passed out into a coma again.
Yan Mo had a dream in the flames. The dream was very long and very real. After waking up, he couldn't even tell whether it was a dream or a fact that happened in the past.
But he knew that it was definitely not something that happened in his past life, it should be the old memory left in the brain cells of the young man his soul wears.
Perhaps because of his acceptance of this body, the memories that belonged to the teenager merged with his original memories, as if he had passed two lives alone.
It is not a comfortable thing to integrate another person’s memory. Maybe he should be grateful that this young man is not very old. The memory is only 14 years old. If he wears an old man, it will be tens of hundreds of years. don't know if memory will cause his brain to collapse, even if it does not collapse, it will greatly affect his original mature personality and three views.
The memory of fusion is very useful. At least it allows him to understand the environment in which he is located. The most gratifying thing is that he can understand the language of the nearby tribes. As long as he can understand it, it will only be a matter of speaking.
It's a pity that young people don't know much.
In his memory, the young man’s name is Hei Cunning. This cunning here is not a cunning cunning, but a kind of auspicious animal name that indicates a good harvest. It is said that as long as this animal named cunning appears wherever it is. Great harvest will be obtained.
Hei Cunning was born in a tribe called the Salt Mountain tribe. Listening to the tribe’s name, you know that the tribe’s settlement is likely to produce salt.
Because the tribe has a salt cave, life is pretty good compared to other tribes. The tribesmen in the tribe don’t go hungry, but because of this salt cave, they are targeted by many tribes and the salt mountain tribe. After retreating several enemies, he was finally defeated by another more powerful tribe five days ago. In the end, he could only flee in panic with the remaining tribe.
Hei Cui was bitten by a wild beast while fleeing with his tribe and looking for a new place to stay. He became unconscious because of the infection and had a fever. He was eventually abandoned by the tribe. Among the tribe who abandoned him were his parents and eldest brother.
However, this kind of abandonment will not be criticized here. His people did not directly chop him up as food and salt them and take it away.
The place is poor and the folk customs are tough. Within the scope of Hei Cunning’s knowledge, several nearby tribes have the custom of cannibalism. Some powerful tribes will even come out to attack other weak tribes during the winter when there is an extreme lack of food. It is made into bacon, and only a small part will be left as slaves.
In addition to the tribes, there are cities formed by the merger of super-large tribes, which are divided into upper, middle and lower classes, but the young man has only heard of it and has never been there. He has not even stepped out of his own tribe within a hundred miles.
After combining these memories, Yan Mo silently stared at the simple roof for a long time.
A big hand waved away the circling fly insects, grabbed his hair and picked up his head.
Yan Mo's expression immediately changed, from a blank face to a flattering and cautious, even if his scalp was caught in pain.
"Not dead yet?" The murderous man with a green tattoo on his face seemed surprised.
He glanced at the boy’s right leg. The wound there looked more and more terrifying. The maggots had covered half of the leg. The thick water and blood were mixed. The naked/exposed skin was all swollen by mosquito bites. There was a rotten stench and urine, no one here would heal a mortal reserve, and naturally no one would help him clean it up.
Yeah, my fate is big. Yan Mo was also surprised. He roughly calculated it. About two days have passed since the injury. If it is an ordinary person, the injury is so serious and the infection has occurred. Now that he is short of doctors and medicines, he is completely out of rescue. , Even if he was rescued, he had to cut off the injured leg.
But when he woke up with a fever again, he paid attention to his wounds. The surface purulent phenomenon was very serious, but when the pus on the surface was removed, the flesh and blood inside were still fresh and not decayed. The blood in the legs was also flowing normally. Although the bones are a little black, the decay is not serious. As long as they can be treated correctly and treated with medicine, there is hope for recovery.
But just because the wound is always in a fresh state, he has to always feel the pain that is absolutely impossible for him to ignore, even in a coma.
But he couldn't say these words to the fierce man, he could only express his gratitude sincerely: "Thank you for saving..." Before the words were finished, the man pulled his hair out of the hayloft.
Yan Mo was sore in pain, but he was unable to resist and temporarily did not dare to resist.
"No... don't... kill me... please!"
He stammered with a begging for mercy. Although he could understand what the tribe man said, he still needed some practice to speak fluently.
The man stopped, threw him to the ground, stepped on his chest with one foot, put one hand on his thigh, and bent over and said, "I came to see you yesterday, and the fat dog said he would be killed this afternoon. You, I was going to dig out your heart before the fat dog started, so as not to waste it, I didn't expect you to survive it."
"I... I can... do a lot... things, please... don't kill me, I..."
"What can you do?" The man stretched his foot and touched the roots of his shrinking descendants-his only straw belt and straw pocket were also taken away.
"Your right leg is rotten. If you want to live, you have to cut it off. A slave with a broken leg? I would rather have a forty-year-old woman. She can do things the same way if she is blinded in the dark."
Yan Mo felt extremely resentful in his heart, but begged: "No need to... cut off, I know... herbal medicine, I will... heal myself, I will... get better, please..."
"Do you know herbal medicine?" The man said unbelief on his face.
"Really, I understand!"
"Which tribe are you from?"
"Salt mountain family." Yan Mo licked his lips, his throat was already cracking with thirst, which felt more terrifying than hunger. But fortunately, he didn't eat anything, otherwise he would not only have to sleep on his own urine, but also have to have close contact with his own feces.
"I know the sacrificial priest of the Salt Mountain tribe, and I also know his disciples. You are not one of them." The man sneered.
"I really understand!" Yan Mo summoned the remaining strength of his body and hugged the man's thigh, begging: "Give me...seven days, I can...make the wound...heal, if not, you...how Anything...Anything!"
"You want me to raise you for seven days? Don't you know that winter is almost here? If you lie, I have to waste seven days of food for you. More than that, I have to take you out to find herbs." The man was obviously unwilling.
"I will... thank you! I swear! I'm fine... can do a lot..."
The man grabbed his hair again.
The child's face is dirty, but he doesn't have the lifelessness on his face. Maybe he can raise it, but he can really support it?
The man hesitated. He only had one slave quota, which was given to this kid. Before he climbed to the third-level fighter, he could not have another slave. If there was a tribe behind to sell more beautiful and healthy men and women, he would eat it. It's a big loss, although this kid doesn't need money, but before his injury healed, he had to post it upside down, and if he was injured like this, he would definitely not be able to do that kind of thing in the short term.
But what if no one will sell slaves in the near future? The tribe does not seem to have war. Without war, there will be no slaves who don't need money. And he has wanted a slave exclusively for him for a long time, and this kid's appearance suits his appetite, as long as he grows a little meat...
Yan Mo was also desperately looking for a chance to survive. While the man was thinking, he scanned the square and the hut over and over again.
Some weed-like plants did grow on the ground and under the wall roots, but he didn't even know most of them! Those who know it are not sure if it is the kind of plant they judged.
Here……
When he came here the first day, Yan Mo was skeptical, but because he saw not many creatures, such as flies and mosquitoes, they looked almost the same as he knew, so even if he had doubts, he still tried his best to go. Think in a good direction.
But so far he has not found a herb he is familiar with, which is too strange. Herbal medicine, basically as long as it can grow from the ground, will have a certain medicinal value, and he has been studying herbal medicine for many years, and he dare not say that he has memorized all the herbal medicines, but he can recognize the commonly used and special ones by 80%.
Is it really not the earth here?
and many more! what is that?
Embracing the pipa behind the straw shed, a weed figure was revealed half-hidden.
I finally saw one that matched my memory! The more Yan Mo looked at the weed, the more it resembled a herbal medicine he knew.
The man looked at Yan Mo, and was about to open his mouth to tell Yan Mo of his decision.
Yan Mo had already exclaimed: "Look there! That's Daisy!"
"What?" The man's gaze followed Yan Mo's finger.
"Thistle, a herbal medicine that can reduce inflammation, relieve serum, heat and detoxify. Can you take me to see it? If it is, I can use it now."
Yan Mo stammered at this sentence, but it seemed that he understood the man's expression.
When Yan Mo pointed to a weed and shouted that he could stop the bleeding, many men and women working on both sides of the square looked in the direction he was pointing.
The man lifted Yan Mo up and walked behind the straw shed with him.
"That's what you said?" The man threw Yan Mo to the ground again.
Yan Mo, who was tortured by the pain of broken bones, took a breath of cold air, and clenched the roots of his teeth tightly to prevent the pain from passing out again.
Propping up his upper body, dragging his legs close to the weed.
The edge of the leaf is tooth-shaped, and the tip of the serrated leaf is like a needle tip, with white filamentous hairs, and the stems and leaves are alternate...
Yes, this is Daisy.
More than this one grows behind the straw shed, but a small piece grows scattered.
Yan Mo stretched out his hand and touched the leaves of the big thistle, and let out a long breath. He was also worried that this is really a desert area, even if the place where people live is full of sand. Fortunately, being able to grow thistle means that there is no soil here. It's so bad that there is only sand.
"Knife, fire, pot, clean water, I want to treat...a...wound." Yan Mo stared at his right palm, his eyes frozen.
――Identify one kind of herbal medicine, the scum value is -1, and the total scum value is 9,999,999 points.
The book-like light curtain in the center of the palm hung the sentence brightly for five seconds, then snapped it closed, revealing a line of cursive characters on the cover: Exile Reform Guide!
Men don’t believe in the words of teenagers. Their tribes also have sacrifices, but they have never told them that weeds of this shape are useful. On the contrary, because this weed has teeth and sharp leaves, they all classify it as thorns. Cut the cubs in the tribe, usually let the slaves get rid of these weeds.
But looking at the boy's surprise expression is not like a lie.
Or let him try this weed, if it's really useful, it's also beneficial to their tribe, if it's not useful, it's his own luck.
"I give you this opportunity, but you only have this opportunity. If you dare to lie to me, I will treat you as a live animal and cut you a piece of meat every day until you die." The man slowly said.
Yan Mo quickly retracted his gaze falling on the palm of his right hand. He bet that this person was definitely not intimidating him, and this person would definitely do it.
Unconsciously squeezing his right hand, the young man raised his head, with a grateful and pleasing smile, "I swear, what I said is true. Sir, can you give me a sip of water first?"