I don't know whether the yellow weeds were eaten too much by herbivores, or because they were extremely dry, and the dry grass was almost invisible, only the hard and gray-yellow grass roots could be seen.
In some grasslands, even the grass roots have been gnawed away, leaving only dry and sandy land.
A gray-black hare came out of a sand hole, looked around sensitively, and saw that there was no threat, so it lowered its head and gnawed the grass roots. Winter is coming, and all animals must try their best to store fat in the last period of time , in order to survive the long winter.
A tall figure in the distance grabbed a spear with a sharpened head, and approached the fat rabbit silently like a wild leopard with its waist down.
"Shua!"
The rabbit's feet trembled for a while. Instead of being stabbed to death by the spear, it was smashed to the ground by the spear.
The figure leaped closer, grabbed the hare with its head flattened but its fur intact, tied the rabbit's feet with a straw rope and hung them on the barb of the spear.
The visitor was about to leave, but suddenly stopped and bent over to examine the ground carefully.
I saw a trace from west to east on the slightly deserted grass, as if something like a wooden stake was dragging past it.
The visitor straightened up and looked along the trace. The trace was very long and stretched forward.
The tall, dark man rubbed his fingers and raised his hand to smell it. He touched blood from the ground. It was dry, but there was still a clear smell of blood. The person who left the blood, whether it was an animal or a human, should leave for no more than half a day. .
What does an injured animal or human represent
The man licked his lips, a pair of long and narrow black eyes revealed cruelty and greed, and his face with scars and weird tattoos looked extremely cruel.
One rabbit is too little, he has to find more food.
Following the traces all the way to the east, a small grass beach with a radius of about three or four feet appeared about five miles away.
In the middle of the grassy beach, there is a depression that can’t be called a pool, where turbid yellow sediment water is gathered, and there are many water-loving weeds growing in the water. This is the only small handful of green nearby, and this one is less than a foot deep. The depression is the only water source that can be found in the twenty miles nearby.
At this time, there was a human being who didn't know how to live or die beside the puddle.
The man didn't know whether he was exhausted or exhausted his last breath of life force. He crawled to the edge of the puddle. One hand was inserted into the puddle, but his mouth did not touch the water after all.
The upper body of the human is bare, and only a straw rope is tied around the waist. Judging from the exposed skin, this human is not very old, nor is he tall. I can see some meat.
Flies gathered from nowhere. Apart from the flies, there were also some unnamed insects who regarded the human lying down by the puddle as a big meal for today and the next few days, and quickly found places to sit on the human. , ready to serve.
Especially this person had the most bugs on his right leg.
There was a rather large wound on this man's right leg, as if he had been bitten by some wild animal at the position above the knee, and the bone was bitten off. The wound seemed to have been treated simply, and the broken bone was tied with straw It was tied tightly, but it was unknown whether it was due to the hot weather or the lack of therapeutic drugs. The skin around the wound was so rotten that it began to ooze pus, and a large number of white maggots crawled around on the wound.
A black beetle bit the rotten flesh on the leg, and even tore apart a piece with its huge pincers, trying to drill into the fresh flesh inside with the sharp triangular skull.
The person lying on the ground shuddered and woke up from the pain.
"Hold… !"
Yan Mo couldn't believe that he passed out just like that. It took him nearly a day to get to this water source. He thought he fell into the puddle and drank his fill, but he just passed out.
Yan Mo didn't care about the severe pain in the wound on his right leg, he propped up his body, fell forward, and buried his head in the puddle.
The water wasn't cold, it was still a little warm, but for a person who had been exposed to the sun for a day, it was cool enough to at least lower the temperature of his head a little.
Yan Mo didn't drink the water in the puddle, he just let himself clear his mind.
If such dirty water is not filtered, with his current injury and condition, there is a high probability that he will cause serious problems if he drinks it.
When he crawled over just now, he had done some reconnaissance and found animal footprints by the puddle. Based on his many years of medical experience, the water quality did not seem to be poisonous. Before he passed out, he wanted to take some water to settle for a while and check the water quality. Then consider how to drink.
Now he found that he probably had a fever again due to wound infection, and he couldn't wait for the water to settle, so he soaked it to cool down first.
Yan Mo stuck his head out of the puddle until he couldn't hold his breath anymore, thanks to the hot weather and desert-like climate, there was no aquatic life in this puddle except weeds.
There are advantages and disadvantages. He originally wanted to find two leeches to help him suck the blood around the wound. The leeches are dried and ground into powder, which can also treat bruises and fractures. Naturally, this is gone now. possible.
Yan Mo propped up his upper body, put away his injured right leg, and looked down to see that the black beetle had already penetrated half of its body into his wound.
He didn't pull it out directly with his fingers, but tore off a hard grass root and used it as the tip of a knife. He cut his own flesh cruelly, and forcibly picked out the beetle that got halfway in from the flesh.
Blood gushed out, Yan Mo stretched his hand into the puddle, stretched his wrist down, dug to the bottom of the puddle, dug out a handful of slightly muddy mud under the yellow sand, and wiped it on the wound.
This is the simplest and most compelling way to stop bleeding.
Pick out all the small bugs that eat on the wound, leaving only the white maggots that eat carrion, and he doesn't care about the mosquitoes that circle around him, and he can't control it for the time being. The corner of Yan Mo's mouth hooked slightly, revealing a very mocking smile.
Dragging his legs, Yan Mo got down on the edge of the puddle again and picked up a handful of water. The sand content in the water was very high. If he wanted to wait for it to completely settle, he would have to put it in another container for at least a day.
Drinking this kind of water with high sand content, even if it can quench his thirst for a while, it will make him thirstier after a while, but he can't help it anymore.
To die of thirst now, or in the future? Die of thirst, or die of complete illness from drinking unclean water
Yan Mo found a place that looked fairly clean, brushed away the visible dust floating on the water surface with his hands, simply filtered it with his fingers, licked his lips, picked it up and drank it.
The water with a slightly strange smell flowed down his lungs through his throat, and his whole body seemed to be moisturized. Even though the water was very difficult to drink, he still drank it one after another, not only temporarily quenching his thirst, but also filling him with water.
After drinking the water, he sat on the spot and rested for a while. He tried to ignore the pain in his leg. Anyway, he didn't have a better treatment right now.
Stretching out his head to look at the water surface, the water shadow was swaying, but he could vaguely see his current appearance.
A mess of straw, half-grown hair, scalp itching to death, and I don't know how many lice are raised in it.
Touching the face, it is still smooth, there is no beard on the chin, so the age should not be very old, looking at the skin and touching the bones, Yan Mo guessed that his body should be between twelve and sixteen years old. The gap is so large, firstly because he can’t see his face clearly, and secondly because of the special environment here, he can’t tell his age just by looking at his skin, and people in the desert have always developed earlier, so he can’t correctly judge his age.
It would be nice to have a knife, and even better to have a lighter.
Yan Mo forbids himself to think about these things. If you want one thing, you will want more things. But now, he has nothing but a straw rope around his waist and a straw bag to protect the roots of his descendants.
As for the straw rope and straw bag, because he was going to crawl on the deserted grass and was afraid of hurting there, he temporarily rubbed weeds to cover it, but the temporary straw bag was not very comfortable, although there was no It directly touches the ground, but the burrs and hardness of the weeds also hurt him.
Yan Mo guessed that he was probably abandoned by someone. Because of his injury, he could no longer walk. In addition to the infection, the person who abandoned him probably didn't think he could survive. Since he didn't have any clothes on him, he probably abandoned him. Some people felt that since he was going to die, there was no need to have those things outside of him, so they took them all away.
If his conjecture is true, then the people in a place where the dead are not even given shame clothes can be seen how poor they are.
Of course, he also had good things to think about. For example, his body was kidnapped. When the kidnapper found out that he was dying, he simply abandoned him. In order to prevent the police from finding more clues, he didn't even leave his clothes behind.
If this guess is true, then at least he still has the possibility of returning to modern society.
But!
Look at the tanned skin. Although he is not born with a black race, he can't tell whether he is a brown race or a yellow race.
Look at the rough feet and palms, it can be seen that a lot of work has been done, not only are there a lot of calluses on the hands, but they are also very rough to the touch. Does this look like a rich young master who will be kidnapped
So he must have come to a place that is extremely poor, and where the folk customs are very tough—how could he leave a child who is not yet dead? Maybe the people here don't even understand the legal system, or it's a concentration camp for a group of vicious criminals.
Either way, it's terrible.
"Ugh!" Yan Mo suddenly let out a muffled cry, and plunged his head into the puddle again. This time he didn't cool down, but washed his hair.
His scalp was itching to death, and he could even clearly feel those blood-sucking black bugs moving between his scalp.
If he had a knife in his hand, he would shave himself bald!
Yan Mo pulled his head out of the puddle again, finally his scalp didn't itch so much.
Now he began to think about how to live.
First of all, he needs to reconnaissance this small grass beach carefully, maybe he can find herbs to stop bleeding and reduce inflammation.
It would be better if he could find some sturdy shrubs to replace the branches so that he could re-bandage and fix the broken bones.
Secondly, he also needs weapons for self-defense. It is almost evening, not only nocturnal animals will come out, but also wild animals will gather here to drink water soon. If he couldn't leave here before dark, then with no weapons or fire to defend himself, he would have nothing but to be eaten.
Let's leave as soon as possible. Although there is water here, it is too dangerous.
Yan Mo scanned the grassland, but didn't see any shrub-like plants, only weeds.
Aiming at the darker and thicker end of the weeds, Yan Mo got down on the ground and crawled forward with both arms, hoping to find some useful herbs.
Suddenly! A black wooden stick appeared in front of his eyes.
Yan Mo was taken aback for a moment, then ecstatically, there is someone!
The man standing behind Yan Mo blocked his way with a spear, and quickly scanned the boy's bare back, focusing on the slightly fleshy buttocks.
The man rubbed his crotch with his empty hands, considering whether to have a catharsis first, or just kill him and take him back.
This kid is injured like this, he is probably about to die, and if he doesn't die, he will be disabled. Taking it back is a waste of food.
Yan Mo tried his best to prop up his upper body, wanting to look back at the human standing behind him.
Yan Mo saw clearly the appearance of the person behind him.
And the man also saw Yan Mo's appearance clearly.
The little face was washed very clean, and he looked like a very honest boy.
Yan Mo's heart skipped a beat, this man is definitely not a good person, the way he looks at him is like looking at a piece of meat.
And it's a savage, right
No matter how good this person's figure is, it can't conceal his brutal and bloodthirsty temperament, not to mention that he not only has bruises on his face, but also has a piece of animal skin around his waist.
Who would dress like this today
Yan Mo felt the murderous intent, the other party wanted to kill him!
Almost at the same time when the man was about to kill him, Yan Mo forcefully squeezed out the most honest and flattering smile in his life.
The man stopped when he reached Yan Mo's neck. He originally wanted to break the boy's neck. Although he really wanted to do it before that, it was getting late and the sun was about to set, so he had to rush back to the tribe , this grass beach is not so safe.
"Brother, give me a bite to eat, and I'll treat you like a cow or a horse, okay?"
The man couldn't understand what Yan Mo was saying, but he liked that little face with a simple and honest smile.
Or take it home first? It can be used for other purposes if it is disabled and can’t work, and it’s okay if it’s worn out. It just happens to be used as a winter reserve.
"Brother, there is no one else in my family. As long as you are willing to save me, I will definitely repay you well."
The voice sounds good too, and it would be exciting to hear him cry.
"Brother..." Before Yan Mo could say the third sentence, he was slashed on the neck by a man with a knife, and passed out immediately.