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Author(s):Yi Ren Bei,易人北

The yellowish weeds were sparely maybe it was due to overgrazing by herbivores, or because of the extreme dry weather there was almost no visible grass and he could only see the hard and gray-yellow grass roots.

Some grasslands and grass roots have been upped, leaving only dry and deserted land.

A gray-black rabbit jumped out of the sandy hole, sensitively look at the surroundings, after seeing no threats, then the rabbit bowed down and drafting through the roots, seems like winter is coming, all animals would try to store fat in this last moment. In order to survive the long winter hibernation.

A tall figure in the distance grabbed a spear with a sharply cut head. The man was crawled like a wild leopard and quietly approached the fat rabbit.

"Ah!" The rabbit's feet trembled. It was not just killed by a spear, but was flattened by a spear.

The figure came close, and a rabbit had his head flattened but the fur was not damaged at all it was strung with a straw rope and hung on one of the barb by the spear.

The coming person was about to leave, but suddenly he stopped and bent to look at the ground.

As usual he saw on the slightly deserted grasslands there was a trace of footsteps from the west to the east, as if there was something like a stake that dragged from above.

The person knelt down and looked down the footsteps. The footsteps were long and they continued to move elsewhere.

The tall, dark man rubbed his fingers and raised his hand and smelled it. He touched the blood from the ground and saw it was dried but there was a clear bloody smell. The animals that left the blood, whether animals or people, shouldn't be more than half a day. .

That would depend on whether the injured was an animal or human?

The man licked his lips, a pair of narrow black eyebrows revealed a cruelty and greed face and the face with a murdering gaze and a strange pattern on his face was extremely fierce.

A rabbit is too small to feed the family, he must find more food.

Following down the traces all the way to the east, there a small grassy beach with a radius of only three or four feet.

There was a depression in the middle of the grassland that cannot be a waterhole. There were turbid yellow muddy things in the water. There are still many wild grasses in the water. There is the only small hole in the vicinity, and it is less than one foot deep. This depression is the only source of water that can be found in the vicinity of 20 mile range.

At the time of the water scarcity, there wasn't a human being who did not know how important it is to seek a water source.

This person did not know whether there was another person here…. Maybe the person was exhausted or near death. It seemed as if the man climbed to the side of the leeches. One hand had been inserted into the leeches, but his mouth did not touch the water.

The human body was *****, and only a straw rope attached to the waist. From the exposed skin, this human is not very old also not too tall to look at. The whole body is thin and skinny, with only a few round buttocks is only where one can see some meat.

The flies were buzzing around him. In addition to the flies, some insects that can't be named have turned the humans who fell near the waterside into a big meal today and even a few days later. Soon they are looking for a place on the human body ready to open a buffer.

Especially since the man had worms on his right leg.

The man had a rather large wound on his right leg, it looked like a beast chewed his knee up a bit, breaking the bones, the wound was like a simple treatment, and the broken bone was tightly tied with a straw, he does not know whether it was because the weather was too hot or lack of therapeutic drugs, the skin around the wound was rotten and begins to pus, a large number of white worms were crawling up and down the wound.

A black beetle bit the rotten meat on the leg and torn it open with a huge tongs head, and with a sharp triangular skull, the beetle wanted to drill into the freshy flesh inside.

The man who was kneeling on the ground shivered and was suddenly awakened by the pain.

"Fuck…!"

Yan Mo couldn't believe that he fainted. He crawled for nearly a day before he found the water source. He thought he could fall into a leeches and drank it only to faint mid struggle.

Yan Mo also raised his body regardless of the throbbing pain in the wound on his right leg. He moved the leg forward and buried it in the water.

The water is not cold but still cool so for those who have been exposed for a sunny day, this is cool enough to at least reduce the temperature of his head.

Yan Mo didn't drink the water from the water hole. He just kept himself awake.

Such dirty water was not filtered, and with his current injuries and illness it will be a big problem if he drinks the dirty water into his stomach.

When he crawled over, he had already scouted a little. He found the footprint of the animal at the edge of the water. With his many years of experience in medical practice, he saw that the water quality was not good but it was unlikely to be poisonous. Before he passed out, he wanted to scoop a little amount of water and settle it. Then look at the water quality later then consider how to drink.

Now he finds that he is likely to have a fever again because of a wound infection, and he can't wait for the water to settle. Let's take a cool l

Until he couldn't help himself, Yan Mo extended his head from the otter. Thanks to the hot weather and the desert climate, there was no aquatic life in the water bole except the weeds.

There are bound to be disadvantages. He also wanted to find two leeches to help him suck the blood around the wound. The squid can be dried and ground into powder can also treat the bruises and the powder will have a certain effect on the treatment of fractures. Nowadays, there is no such thing as squid around this desert land.

Yan Mo propped up his upper body and pull away his injured right leg. He looked down and saw that the black beetle had already plunged half of his body into his wound.

Instead of pulling it directly with his fingers, he broke off a hard grass root and used it as a knife tip. He carefully opened his own flesh and skin, and stabbed the beetle that had been drilled in half into the flesh.

When the blood came out, Yan Mo reached into the water and stretched his wrists. He used his hands to scoop into the bottom of the leeches and pull a little muddy water under the yellow sand and splashed it on the wound.

This is the most rudimentary and most compelling method of stopping bleeding.

All the little bugs that ate away on the wound were washed off leaving only the white aphids that ate the dead cells, and the Wen Shang around him turned around an fled, and the rest were managed temporarily. Yan Mo's mouth slightly ticked, revealing a very ridiculous smile.

With his legs dragging, he once again picked up a puddle of water, and the water contained a lot of water. He wanted to wait for it to completely settle. At least another piece of equipment should be used to let the water settle for a day.

This kind of water with high salty content shouldn't be used to relieve thirst. Because after a while, it will make him more thirsty, but he can't help it.

Is it better to be thirsty now, or be thirsty in the future? Is it okay to be thirsty to death, or one should be careful to drink water that is not clean?

Yan Mo found a place that looked pretty clean. He rubbed the dust on the surface of the water, visible to the ***** eye, and simply filtered it with his fingers. He licked his lips and drank it.

A little bit of strange water flows down the throat through his throat, and the whole body was like being moisturizing. Even if the water is difficult to swallow, he still takes a sip of his mouth, not only temporarily relieves thirst, but also fills a water.

After drinking the water, he sat in the place to rest for a while, the pain in his leg was ignored, and he did not have a better treatment for it anyway.

Looking up at the water, the water reflection kept shaking, but he can see his appearance now.

A mess of straw, half-length hair, scalp was itching and Yan Mo doesn't know how many lice are in it.

Touching the face that was still smooth, the chin has no long beard, the age should be estimated to be younger, looking at the skin now and one can touch the bones, and Yan Mo guessed that the age of the body should be between the ages of 12 and 16. The gap will be so big, first because he can't see his face clearly. The second is because this place is a special environment. He only looked at the skin and can't determine this new body age. The people in the desert have always reach puberty earlier, so he can't judge his age correctly.

It would be nice to have a knife, and it would be even better to have a lighter.

Yan Mo forbids himself to worry about it. If you want something, you will only want more. And now he has nothing but a straw rope around his waist and a grass pocket make shift crotch front covering underwer-ish that protects his grandchildren bag(scrotum).

1]…. I guess some sort of Tarzan style crotch wear

That straw rope and grass pocket make shift crotch front covering underwer-ish was necessary because he had to crawl on the deserted grass, and he was afraid of hurting the private parts, and be temporarily smashed together the weeds to cover the front part, but this temporary grass pocket make shift crotch front covering underwer-ish is not comfortable, although there is no direct contact with the ground, but the burrs and hardness of the weeds also scratches and bruised him.

Yan Mo guessed that he was probably abandoned, because he was unable to walk because of the injury, plus the infection this meant that the person who discarded him did not think he could still live, and he did not have a piece of clothing, probably also that's meant they discarded him. The person thinks that since this person is going to die, there is no need for him to possess those things.

If his guess is true, when the ordinary people don't even give clothes to the dead clothes one can see how pitiful they are.

Of course, he also had a thought about it. For example, his body was kidnapped. The kidnapper found that he could not use it for whatever purpose of kidnapping and he simply discarded him. In order not to let the police find more clues, even the clothes were taken away

If this guess is true, then at least he has the possibility to return to modern society.

But!

Looking at this tanned skin, although it is not a natural black (African) species, but it can not be seen as a brown(Latino) or yellow person (Asian)

Looking at the rough ankles and palms. At first glance, it seems like someone who hasn't done a lot of manual work. There are not only a bunch of old men look but also not rough skin. It looks like a rich boy who was kidnapped?

Therefore, he must have come to a place that is particularly poor and has a special folk customs. How can someone leave a child who is near dead? Maybe the people here don't even understand the legal system, or they are a group of extremely sinister criminal concentration camps.

No matter which one it is, it is terrible.

"Ah!" Yan Mo screamed and slammed his head into the water again. This time he didn't cool down, but shampooed his hair.

His scalp was itching, and he could even clearly feel the blood-sucking black bugs traversing his scalp.

If he has a knife in his hand, he will shave himself!

Yan Mo pulled his head out of the leeches water again, and finally the scalp was not so itchy.

Now he can start to think about how to live.

First of all, he needs to carefully scrutinize this small grassland, and may find herbs that stop bleeding and reduce inflammation.

It would be better if you could find some hard shrubs that could replace the weed crouch pant so that he could re-brap and fix the broken bones.

Secondly, he still needs a weapon to defend himself. It is almost in the evening, not only will the night wild things come out, but also the wild animals will soon gather here to drink. If he can't leave here before dark, and since he has no weapons or no fire to defend himself. He has to wait to be eaten by the wold animal

Still he should leave as soon as possible. Although there is water here, it is too dangerous to stick around

Yan Mo glanced through the grassy beach and saw no shrub-like plants, only weeds.

Focusing on the deeper weeds, Yan Mo laid and uses his arms to crawl forward, hoping to find some useful herbs.

Suddenly! A black spear stuck the earth in front of him.

Yan Mo was paralyzed, then excited, someone is here!

The man standing behind Yan Mo blocked his way with a spear, and his eyes swept over the teenager's bare back, focusing on the slightly buttocks.

The man hid his crotch with his empty hand, like he was considering whether he would first come up with a diarrhea, or directly rope the person back and take it back.

This kid is wounded like this, looks like he has 80% chance dying, if he is not dead or cruel eaten by animals, bringing him back is also a waste of food.

Yan Mo tried to prop up his upper body and he wanted to look back at the human being standing behind.

Yan Mo saw the appearance of the person behind him.

The man also saw the appearance of Yan Mo.

The little face was washed very cleanly, and the wounded person looked really handsome boy.

Yan Mo snorted, this man is definitely not a good person, when Yan No was looking at his eyes tye man looked like watching a piece of meat.

And this is a savage land?

No matter how good his figure is, the man can't hide the savage and bloodthirsty temperament of his body, not to mention that he not only has a tattoo on his face also a piece of animal skin around his waist.

Admits amongst modern people who will wear this style of dress up?

Yan Mo felt murderous, the other side wants to kill him!

Almost as soon as the man is about to kill him, Yan Mo squeezed out one of his most sultry coquettish smiles.

The man reached for Yan Mo neck and stopped. He wanted to snap the boy's neck for the boy own sake-merciful death. Although he wanted to come here before and leave right away but it was late, the sun was going to fall, he had to rush back to the tribe. This grassy land is not so safe at night.

"Brother, give me a food to eat, and I will be a cow(work) for you…is that okay?"

The man couldn't understand what Yan Mo was saying, but he looked at the little cute face with a thick smile and suddenly felt very fond of it.

…Or bring it back home and take care of it? If the boy ends up disabled, he can use it for other purposes. If he has a use for it, it will be fine. It is just like when you reserve food in winter.

"Brother I don't have a family. As long as you are willing to save me, I will definitely repay you."

The voice sounds good too. It will be very exciting to listen to him when he is crying(moaning-ish).

"Brother…" Yan Mo didn't have time to say the third sentence. He was slashed on the neck by a man's spear and fainted straight away

He had a pain in his neck and a pain in his right leg.

He was very hungry and very thirsty, but he does not dare to move or dare to climb out to find food, even if he wants to climb out it is impossible, his two wrists are tied to a pole his current posture is like a long-lived long-handed man lying on the ground.

This is an unusually simple grass shed. The top of the shed is simply covered with a hay, outside were so sparse that one can see the sun outside.

The grass shed is not too big. After the visual inspection Yan Mo thought it was about forty square meters. It is divided into two rows, one in the middle, and one in the sides

The two rows are not all humans occupied, but has some living animals. Yan Mo doesn't know if this is the reason why this hay straw shed has a very unpleasant smell, which can make someone want to vomit.

Yan Mo thought that he was saved, but he woke up to see the scene, so that he no longer had this idea of being saved to end up here was better than dying .

Just half an hour ago, there was a dark man on the wooden stake that was two feet away from him. The man was also injured and looked bigger than him. His head was bleeding and he was always in a coma never been awake.

Soon after, a strong man with a slightly protruding belly came in. The strong man walked around the straw shed and finally stopped at the unconscious man. He slapped him and saw that he had no reaction. He walked over and removes the ropes holding him and then he just dragged him out with one arm.

Yan Mo just nearly fell asleep on the other side of the straw shed and woke up when he saw the scene outside the shed.

There is a small square outside the grass shed. There is a big wooden stake in the center of the square, and an axe was drove in the pile.

There were people working in the square, some were weaving weeds, some were cooking or pickling.

When Yan Mo saw that the strong man came in, he wanted to ask for a glass of water. If he could get to eat a bowl of food it would be even more beautiful. But after seeing the behavior of the strong man, he closed his mouth shut wisely. The eyes of the man swept over his face without even a little pity.

The strong man dragged the comatose man to the center of the square, put the man's head on the stake, and pulled up the axe on from the stake.

Yan Mo's heartbeat suddenly became faster.

The strong man raised his axe, and he didn't hesitate. Just like it was a normal day, an axe fell down and took the man's head off.

A lot of blood spurted out.

The men and women who lived around the square only looked at the scene casually, and no one reacted much about this scene.

Yan Mo, a doctor, was used to bloody, and he almost cried out when he saw this scene.

What happened later made Yan Mo keep quiet without saying anything, and he even held his breath.

After the brawny smashed the head of the comatose man, the man body fell on the ground next to the wooden pillar, and the dead man was dismembered with an axe. His body was cut open and the strong man pulled out the unwanted internal organs.

Finally, the coma man was cut into pieces of meat, which were divided into three wooden basins, which were taken away by different men and women, and the intestines and other internal organs that were inedible were carried by the brawny in a weaved basin and thrown to those carnivores that were still alive.

Yan Mo resisted the desire to vomit.

1]….. Uuugh god…I need to vomit….

He felt that his neck was particularly painful, and even his head hurts, it was hurting to the point that he could barely bear it.

Apparently Yan Mo's eyes made the brawny man not very happy. When the strong man walked past him, he deliberately kicked his injured right leg.

"Ah!" Yan Mo screamed, the flies and mosquitoes that landed on him also flew up because of his movement, but they did not go away.

The brawny man did not take pity on him and went straight out of the straw shed.

Outside there were shouts from the brawny, it seems that they were drinking.

Gradually, Yan Mo could no longer feel everything from the outside world, and he fainted again.

Yan Mo had a dream the he was standing near the fire, the dream was long, very real, and Yan Mo couldn't even tell if it was a dream or something 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 of this young man body when he was wearing in his brain.

1]…. Right so he died and transmigrated to another person's body

Perhaps he had accepted this physical weird reason, the memory belongs to the original body memory, as if he had passed away two times.

It is not a comfortable thing to integrate the memory of another person. Maybe Yan Mo should be grateful that this boy is not old enough. His memory is only a short fourteen years. If Yan Mo got an old man body it will be a huge number of hundreds of memories. Memory he does not know whether they will cause his brain to collapse. Even if he does not collapse, it will greatly affect his original mature personality and point of view.

The fusion of memories is very useful, at least it will let him have a general understanding of this current environment, the most gratifying thing is that he can understand the language of the nearby tribes, as long as he can understand, finding a way out is only a matter of time.

Unfortunately, the teenager does not know much.

In the memory that belongs to him, the boy's name is black, this is not a jealousy here, but a kind of auspicious animal that predicts the harvest of the grain. It is said that as long as the animal named 狡 appears, where is it? Will get a great harvest.

Blackbird was born in a tribe called the Salt Mountain tribe. Hearing the name of the tribe, Yan Mo knew that the tribe's place of residence is likely to be somewhere where they produce salt.

Because the tribe has a salt cave, its trading is not bad compared to other tribes. The tribes are basically not going hungry, but because of this salt cave and important commodity, they were targeted by many tribes. They defended the cave several times, but lost to another, more powerful tribe, five days ago, and he finally fled with the rest of the tribe.

Blackbird was bitten by wild beast on the way when the tribe was moving and looking for a new place to settle. He was abandoned by the tribe because he was infected with fever, and his parents and older brothers were among those people.

However, this kind of abandonment is not criticized in this society. It is already a matter of fact that his people did not take him as a contributing member of the tribe and left him off.

The localities here are poor and their customs are also rampant. Within the scope of the blackbird memories it seems that there is several large tribes in the vicinity which have the custom of eating people. Some powerful tribes will even attack other weak tribes in the winter when there is an extreme lack of food. Most of the people caught will be made into bacon, and only a few members of the tribe will be left as a slave.

In addition to the tribes, there are also cities where the super-large tribes are merged. They are divided into upper, middle, and lower thirds, but this teenager has only heard of them. He has never been to these cities. It seems that the teenager has not even stepped out of his own tribes.

After incorporating these memories, Yan Mo stared silently at the shack for a long time.

A large hand flicked the flying fly, and grabbed his hair.

Yan Mo's expression changed immediately, from a stiff facial expression to pleasing, even if his scalp was pulled and hurt.

"So you're not yet dead?" The fierce man face was astonished.

He glanced at the teenager's right leg. The wound there looked more and more horrible. The worms had already covered half of the legs. The pus and blood were mixed. The exposed skin was bitten mosquitoes. Rotten smell and urinary smell, no one here will heal a near dead for reserve grain, and naturally no one will help him clean it up.

Yes, this life is awful. Yan Mo was also very surprised. He roughly figured it out. It took about two days from the injury to the present. If it was on an ordinary person, the injury is so heavy, and there will be an infection. In the absence of medical treatment, he is 100% heading for the dead men chopping board. Even if he is saved he will have to cut off the injured leg.

However, when he woke up again, he noticed his own wound. The surface purulence was very serious, but the layer of pus was removed from the surface. The flesh inside was still fresh, and there was no spoilage. The blood in the legs also flowed normally. Although the edges was a bit black, the wound is not serious. As long as it can be properly treated and used, it is hopeful that he can recover.

However, because the wound is always in a fresh state, he has to always feel the pain that he can't ignore, even in a coma.

But these words he can not say to the fierce man, he can only express his gratitude with sincere face: "Thank you for saving…" When the words were not finished, the man pulled his hair and pulled him out of the straw shed.

Yan Mo felt pain being dragged like that but he was unable to resist and he did not dare to resist.

"No… don't… kill me… I beg you!"

A rhetoric shouted and stammered. Although he could understand what the tribesman said, to speak fluently he would needed some practice.

The man stopped and threw him to the ground, stepped on his chest with one foot, one hand on his lap and he bent over. "I didn't see you yesterday. The fat dog said that you were slaughtered this afternoon. I was going to save your heart before the fat dog started chopping you so as not to waste, I didn't expect you to come over."

"I… I can… do a lot… things, beg you… don't kill me, I…"

"What can you do?" The man stretched his foot and looked his shrunk child roots(*****) – his only straw belt and straw pocket were also pulled down.

"Your right leg is already rotten. If you want to live, you must cut it. A slave with a broken leg? I would rather have a 40-year-old wife. The sunlight is not the same as the fire. She can still do things you can't."

Yan Mo hated doing this with his full heart but he pleaded with his mouth: "Don't… cut off, I understand… herbal medicine, I will… treat myself, I will… get better, I beg you…"

"Do you know herbal medicine?" The words and the expression says unbelief.

"Really, I know it!"

"Which tribe are you from?"

"Salt Mountain." Yan Mo licked his lips, his throat was already thirsty, and it felt terrible than hunger. But fortunately, he didn't eat anything, otherwise he would not only sleep in his own urine, but also had to stay around with his own feces.

"I know the Salt Mountain priest and also know his disciples. You are not one of them." The man sneered.

"I really understand!" Yan Mo pushed the rest of the body and hugged the man's thigh, pleading: "Give me… seven days, I can… make the wound… get better, if not, you…can cut it. all right!"

"Do you want me to take care of you for seven days? Don't you know that winter is coming soon? If you lie, I have to waste seven days of food for you. More than that, I will have to take you out to find herbs. "The man is obviously not willing to even.

"I will… Repay you! I swear! When I am fine… I can do a lot of things…"

The man grabbed his hair again.

The child's face is dirty, but the face is not dead before, maybe after taking care of it for few days, it can really support himself?

The man was hesitating. He has only one slave quota. He gave it to the kid. Before he climbs to the 3rd Rank fighter, he can no longer have another slave. If there is a tribe behind selling more beautiful and healthy men and women, he will eat a big loss, although this kid does not want money, but before he was injured, he has to post it, and he was hurt like this. In the short term, he will not be able to do even the most menial of work.

But if no one has sold slaves in the near future? The tribe does not seem to have a war going on, if there is no war, naturally there is no slave who does not want money. And he wants a slave that belongs to himself for a long time. The appearance of this kid is also quite good for his appetite(*_°). Just needs to put a little meat in those bones…

1]…. Homo primitivus have sexual needs too

Yan Mo is also desperately searching for a chance to live. During the time the man was thinking, he turned around the straw shed over and over again.

There are indeed some weedy plants on the ground and under the wall, but most of them he don't even know! He doesn't know if I know the plant that he saw.

Here.. The first day he came here, Yan Mo was skeptical, but because he saw few creatures, such as flies, mosquitoes, and the likes, he was even more suspicious, so he was doubtful. Still he tried to think in a good direction.

But now he has not found a herb he is familiar with, which is too strange. Herbal medicines, basically as long as they can grow from the ground, will have certain medicinal value, and he has been studying herbs for many years, and dare not say that all the herbs are recorded and known to him, but even the generally used and relatively special, he can recognize them.

Is it really not the same earth here?

And many more! What is that?

In the back of the straw shed, a wild grass figure was exposed.

Finally he saw a matching herb with his own memory! The more Yan Mo sees the wild grass, the more he likes an herb he knows.

The man looked at Yan Mo and was about to tell Yan Mo his decision.

Yan Mo had already called out: "Look there! That big plant!"

"What?" The man's gaze looked in the direction of Yan Mo's fingers.

"Yes, a kind of herbal medicine that can eliminate inflammation and stop bleeding, reduce fever and . Can you take me to look at it? If it is, I can use it now."

This sentence Yan Mo said while he was stuttering, but looking at the man's expression it was like he understand it.

When Yan Mo pointed to a wild grass and shouted it can be used to stop bleeding, many men and women working on both sides of the square looked in the direction he pointed.

The man lifted Yan Mo and pulled him behind the straw shed.

"You said this?" The man threw Yan Mo to the ground again.

Yan Mo, who was tortured by broken bones, took a breath of cold air and bite his teeth tightly, to preventing himself from fainting again.

Hold up his upper body and he drag his legs close to the weeds.

The edge of the leaf is tooth-shaped, and the tip of the leaf like a sawtooth a needle tip. It has white silky hair, and the stems and leaves are alternate…

Yes, this is the cirsium plant.

Behind the shed, there was more than one plant, and the scattered ones grew a small parts.

Yan Mo reached out and touched the blades of the circium plant and spit out a long breath. He also worried that this was really a desert area. Even if the place where people lived was sand, it was okay, and the plant grew up, indicating that the soil and water here is not really bad to the point of it being only sand.

"Knife, fire, pot, clean water, I want to deal with… a little… wound." Yan Mo stared at his right palm and his eyes solidified.

——Identify a type of herb, the scum value is reduced by -1, and the total scum value is 99999999 points.

The book-shaped light appeared in the center of hipalm recorded this sentence for five seconds, and then closed up, showing a line of cursive characters on the cover: The Guide to Banishment!

Men don't really believe in teenagers. They also have priests in their tribes, but they have never told them that weeds of this shape are useful. On the contrary, because the weeds are toothy and the leaves are sharp, they all classify them as thorns. Cutting the scrubs in the tribe generally causes the slaves to remove the weeds.

However, watching the surprise expression on a teenager it seemed like this was not a lie.

Or he should let him try this weed, if it is really useful, it is also good for their tribe, if it is useless, it is also his own failure.

"I will give you this opportunity, but you will only have this opportunity. If you dare to lie to me, I will take care of you as a live meat, and cut a piece of meat from your body every day until you cease to breathe." The man slowly said.

Yan Mo quickly regained his gaze on his right hand. He bet that this is definitely not meant to intimidate him. This person will definitely do it.

Unconsciously clenching his right hand, the teenager raised his head and piled up a grateful and flattering smile. "I swear, I am telling the truth. Can Master give me a drink first?"

***

Yan Mo got a scoop of water and had to resist swallowing it in one go and he drank slowly.

While Yan Mo was drinking water, the man spoke to the fat dog coming over and took something from the weed grass rope on his waist to the brawny man with a slightly convex belly.

The fat dog nodded and stuffed it he went straight into the straw shed and picked up a serious wounded beast that looked like a dog with a broken limb, and did a laparatomy.

The man looked at Yan Mo who drank the water from the wooden scoop. He took the wooden scoop and picked up the blood from the beast neck. He handed it to Yan Mo again. "Drink!"

Drink the blood of the beast… Well, this is also a supplement to the body. A way of making up salt and nutrients.

Yan Mo endured nausea and silently held the wooden scoop to drink the blood of the beast inside.

He doesn't know if this body has become accustomed to this kind of diet. Yan Mo found that although it was psychologically unacceptable, he did not have nausea or vomiting sensation

During this time, the man went to pick up the leaves of the cirsium plant and gave them to Yan Mo hold.

Wiping his lips, Yan Mo expressed his sincere gratitude to the man, he was the same man who pulled his hair but he thanked him anyway.

The man grabbed Yan Mo's arm, rubbed his broken leg, and changed the iron shackle into a rope clip.

Yan Mo thanked him in his heart. He had been shackled before. The uncomfortableness of it one would mention it. If the man dares to take him away, he will spit him if he is not good.

It was not comfortable to be pulled by the armpit, and Yan Mo endured the pain and watched the surrounding scene as he was dragged.

This is not a harmonious tribe, this is the first impression of Yan Mo about this tribe.

In the square, the man said two words in addition to the fat dog, the men and women around him, they did not even look at him, so naturally no one greeted him.

From the square, he can see a very large fence. The people here live in tents built with animal skins. The fences are like planned housing. There is a dirt road in the middle that can accommodate two carriages. There are tents on both sides of the dirt road.

There were some people at the mouth of the tent and on the road, but Yan Mo didn't see the man and anyone talking to each other and no one was talking to him. Most of the pedestrians were walking, and the people sitting in the tent were busy with various activities.

The square was in the middle of the fence. The tents in the fence below the square are quite simple and small, but the tents above the square are much larger and neat.

The man did not go long, and Yan Mo was dragged and they entered a path.

Yan Mo sneaked into the tent, it was the better the tent among all, it looked like the king's worth, and the warriors in the leather skirt are guarded at the door.

This place of residence seems to be a gentle mountain shack. Yan Mo guesses that the foot of the mountain is the residence of the poor and the slaves. The higher one goes along the residence, the higher the household status.

The man who turned home shortly after passing the square obviously has a status in this tribe.

Yan Mo looked all the way, after turning in from the path, starting from the first row of tents along the big dirt road, the man's tent was located in the fourth row and the last row.

The spacing of each row of tents is equal, just like… army barracks, but the men and women who are busy working in front of the tents are normal with no distinction.

Most of the people here only have a leather skirt or a grass skirt covering the bottom, and the women are ***** on the upper body. The children are running around in a red strips, and a few old people are also *****.

The tent area is not completely quiet. The children's screams and that of the adults sounded. From time to time, there will be some screams or screams coming from some tents.

"Yuan Zhan, weren't you talking about bringing meat? What is this?" Finally, someone greeted the man.

The man named Yuan Zhan took Yan Mo to the door of his tent and said to him: "The meat is not dead, so I had to bring it back."

Coming, it was a man who is slightly shorter than Yuan Zhan and has a tattoo on his face.

Because of the positional relationship, Yan Mo clearly saw a large shackle hanging under the man's leather skirt, and it was a big swaying thing!

"Bring that back? As a slave? Is it useful while its hurt like that?" The man poked Yan Mo's face with a terrible disappointment. "Even if it is a boy, and can't do much way of work."

Yuan Zhan opened his tent. Put the curtains on both sides, and casually said: "He doesn't want money, free service."

"It's just as free as it is. It's right, I came looking for something to take with you." The man changed the subject.

"Wait a minute." Yuan Zhan bypassed Yan Mo, took the slate from the big stone tank outside the tent, dragged Yan Mo to the side of the stone tank, and poured water onto his injured leg.

Yan Mo was shaken back to reality by the cold water and couldn't hold back groaning .

Yuan Zhan didn't even look at him and poured the water down on the mites, his hands went straight to the wound

"Ah-!" Yan Mo screamed

Yuan Zhan didn't care if he didn't hurt, so he had a locust and stink, and he wanted to enter his tent.

"I called my slave to help you clean him up." The man took a glimpse at the other end and shouted at the next door: "Cao Ting come over!"

A female slave with a nothing on her body got out from the next tent.

"Make him clean, don't waste water!"

"Yes, Da Ren." The female slave of unknown age could see the water scoop on the ground from Yuan Zhan.

Yuan Zhan saw that the slave took over cleaning Yan Mo, and he was happy to be lazy and beckoned to the man. "Come on." The man followed Yuan Zhan into the tent and pulled the curtain down.

There are not many things in the tent. The innermost place has few large stones are the base. The straw and fur are the beds. There is a square big stone in the middle as a table. There are no stools. People are sitting cross-legged around ut.

There were two spears on the wall of the tent, and several sharp bones were hung around the place, along with several leather skirts. There are piles of bones and fur piled up near the corner of the curtain. Yan Mo doesn't know if it's because of these things, there was a strange smell in the tent.

"Why?" the man asked, sitting cross-legged.

Yuan Zhan understood what the other party was asking, smiled and said: "Because he is hurt like this, not only does not he directly kneel, but also smiles at me, this kid must be very patient slave in the future."

"Is it?" The man thought then glanced at Yuan Zhan left left.

Yuan Zhan's eyes sagged slightly and then lifted up. "What are you looking for?"

The man immediately changed his face and looked at him with anger: "The tribe has called the 3rd Rank fighters to the chiefs and elders. They have asked to expand the hunting grounds. The sites they applied for were exactly overlapping with others hunting areas. If the elders agreed, we would have to fight for it. But those people had not much oil and water on the site, and we lack people. The chance of a level beast wrestling is even harder for someone to become a 3rd Rank fighter."

Yuan Zhan knocked on his knee. "It's not just an upgrade. It's a problem to get enough food for this winter."

"That's it, and you're still much more aware its better to keep living, but if that one can't live. You can kill him in the winter. As your exclusive slave, you don't have to divide his meat into the tribe at least."

"You came looking for me, you didn't just come here to complain about my slave. Is there something?"

"Complaining? I am looking for you to ask if you want to…" The man leaned over to Yuan Zhan, and his voice was getting lower and lower.

At the tent mouth, Yan Mo entered the tent with Yuan Zhan and immediately put a smile on Cao Ting. "Sister, what do you think? I learned healing from the priest."

Cao Ting is a very gentle female slave. He looked at Yan Mo's painful cold sweat face, she can't help but reach out and wipe it for him. "You are a disciple of a healing priests? Then how come you… Were brought back to be a slave?"

"I am a salt mountain people. Our family has been robbed by the Zhi people for our living in the world. We were attacked by wild beasts during the migration…"

Needless to say, Cao Ting has already understood why Yan Mo is here. Her eyes showed sympathy and helplessness to his fate. "What is your name?"

"My name is Yan Mo."

"Yan Mo? Then I will call you Little Mo? You can call me Cao Ting.

" Sister Cao Ting." Yan Mo completely ignores his normal age and tries his best to take advantage of this body age.

"Sister, can you help me burn a pot of boiling water? I want to use it" Yan Mo propped up and sat up with the help of Cao Ting.

There is a fire pit and there is a water tank placed outside the tent. For fire outbreak prevention, the fire pit for cooking is next to the water tank.

The pot is not a wok, but a large stone pot that is hollowed out with ground stones. It looks heavy, but Yan Mo saw Cao Ting seems to have put the stone pot on the fire pit without much effort.

"Sister, is there a knife here?"

" Yes , you wait, I will bring it." The stone knife that has been carefully polished is a valuable item and will not be placed outside the tent.

"Sister, wait, is there …" Whatever Yan Mo wanted to say was swallowed back in the mouth. He didn't think they would understand the word for needle

Cao Ting, "What else do you need?"

"Wood, if there are no planks, the sticks will do."

"How big do you want? I will go back and look for it. There is less wood here. If I have to use the big chunks of wood I have to ask Da Ren permission."

"The branches are also OK." Yan Mo roughly made a plan. He took a look at the length and width of the wooden stick he needed, and he also had a fixed straw rope with Cao Ting. "Give me some salt…"

"There is not enough, Da Ren must permit it." Cao Ting looked for a wooden stick with ease but because Yan Mo also need salt, he does not dare to do it without permission, she can only whisper outside the tent to call her own master.

The man came out with Yuan Zhan and heard what Yan Mo needed. Yuan Zhan took the salt in the tent himself.

The man left Cao Ting to Yuan Zhan and went to another tent.

Yuan Zhan gave the salt to Cao Ting and took the spear going out. The day was not black. He wanted to go out and see if he could get some extra prey and fruit. In addition, he brought Yan Mo back and had to hand over 20% of the meat to the Horde because he had an extra mouth around to feed called Yan Mo.

Cao Ting told Yan Mo as they were waiting for the water. The warrior of this tribe is up 4th Rank fighter. The only 4th Rank fighter can be a Tribe Chief. The 3rd Rank fighters must take turns to hunt and get the prey for the tribe according to the weight assigned by the tribe. In the days when it is not the fighters turn, the warriors can go out and look for prey by themselves. If they find something, they will give 20% to the tribe, and the other 80% will be owned by the hunter/fighters themselves.

It looked very good, but the beasts around the Horde are very powerful. They can be hunted but not by a single warrior, and there are not many beasts in the nearer range. The warriors are divided into hunting grounds according to their level. The lower the level, the fewer beasts there are in the ground.

Sometimes warriors who do not rotate will join forces to go hunting, but in order to ensure the survival interests of the entire tribe, the places they go to can only be the hunting ranges defined by the tribe, or the strange places that aren't assigned.

Civilians without combat power are responsible for all other chores, and civilians without combat power refer here are the old and the weak.

Slaves are divided into two categories, one belonging to the tribe. These slaves usually do the hardest and most tiring work. The ones who are kept to be eaten. They are generally responsible for farming, grazing, skin grafting, grinding stones, etc. Sometimes they are used as a reserve food in the winter when food is scarce.

The warriors above 2nd Rank can have their own slaves. They can only have one slave a 2nd Rank and two slaves at the third level. The higher the level of the warrior, the more slaves and wealth they can have. The slave that belongs to the warrior is treated better than the tribe slave. If you encounter a benevolent master, you can even live better than a civilian. But if you encounter a bad master, it will be very misery for you.

The rations distributed by the tribe do not go to the slaves. If the warriors want to have slaves, they must feed them on their own.

"My Master is called Yuan Diao. Only the warriors in the tribe can have the tribe's surname. Our tribe is called Yuan tribe. It is said that in this grassland and the margin of the desert this tribe has been living for hundreds of years. It is one of the larger tribes nearby. You said you're form the Salt Mountain tribe I know that your family is bigger than our original tribe. We have transactions with your tribes. You will probably see them on the trading day in the future."

Yan Mo understands Cao Ting good intentions and she reminds him.

Yan Mo thought that as long as the Zhi people didn't come to he he wouldn't care for them

"Are you using herbs?" Cao Ting asked curiously.

"Yes." His master Yuan Zhan did not have equipment suitable for grinding work. He could only find something to make up for it. He asked for a small stone pot – there is no concept of a dish here, a big bone stick, and then the leaves of the cirsium plant were smashed into the stone pot.

The water was boiling Yan Mo put the stone knife in to cook.

The stone knife was cooked and he boiled some salt water.

Yuan Zhan provided a coarse salt containing a lot of minerals, which is yellowish black. This salt can not be used directly even when it is cooked. It has to be filtered.

He then used the stone knife sterilized by boiling water to scrape the pus and dead tissues from the wound, including those worms that ate at the rotten tissues

Yan Mo was in so much pain that his hand was shaking, but no one here could help him. Cao Ting didn't dare to help and she couldn't even dare to look at the wounds. They are dessert lands people, but not everyone can be a healer, this slave looked some who is not only used to see blood, but also enough to calm and calm, hand stability is more important.

"Why did you boil the stone knife in the water?" Cao Ting watched Yan Mo using the stone knife to scraped and cut through the wound.

"Disinfection." Yan Mo scraped off all the dead tissues and the dirt attached to the wound. He was about to wash the wound with filtered salt that had been boiled twice and repeatedly until he saw the white light appear again in the right palm.

Yan Mo looked up did he Cao Ting, and Cao Ting, who was busy grinding the burrs on the stick, did not notice his palm changes.

Suddenly, there was a shouting in the distance. Yan Mo couldn't wait to see the change of the palm. Cao Ting stood up and looked ahead.

The shouting is getting closer and closer, and it is actually running towards them.

Someone ran over them and shouted loudly at the tent next door to Yuan Zhan.

A woman rushed out of the tent and ran as he followed. There were two children running in the tent and they ran along.

In a short while, the "Da He -!" a screaming cry suddenly sounded.