The back of his neck hurts, and his right leg hurts even more.
He was very hungry and very thirsty, but he didn't dare to yell, and he didn't dare to crawl out to find something to eat. Lie on the ground on your back like long live with your hands raised high.
This is an unusually simple grass shed. The roof of the shed is simply covered with hay, but the sunlight outside can be seen sparsely.
The thatched shed is not too big, about 40 square meters by visual inspection, divided into two rows on the left and right, with an aisle in the middle.
Not all the people tied up in the two rows were human beings, but some live animals as well. I don't know if this is the reason, but this straw shed has an extremely unpleasant smell, which can make people vomit.
At first Yan Mo thought that he was saved, but what he saw shortly after waking up made him no longer have this idea.
Just half an hour ago, a dark man was tied to a wooden stake two feet away from him. The man was also injured and looked heavier than him. His head was bleeding and he was moaning in a coma, but Also never woke up.
Not long after that, a strong man with a slightly protruding abdomen came in. The strong man walked around the thatched shed, and finally stopped beside the man, kicked him, seeing that he didn't respond, he walked over to relieve him. Open, just grabbed his arm and dragged him out.
Yan Mo happened to be sleeping on the outermost side of the thatched shed, and he could see the scene outside the thatched shed as long as he turned his head sideways.
There is a small square outside the thatched shed, and in the center of the square is a large wooden stake with an ax stuck on it.
There are people working on the left and right sides of the square, some are weaving weeds, some are cooking or pickling something.
When Yan Mo saw the strong man coming in, he wanted to beg for a glass of water. It would be more beautiful if he could give him a bowl of rice, but after seeing the strong man's behavior, he closed his mouth wisely. There was nothing like pity in the look across his face.
The strong man dragged the unconscious man to the center of the square, put the man's head on the stake, and pulled out the ax on the stake.
Yan Mo's heartbeat suddenly became faster.
The brawny man raised the ax without even the slightest hesitation, as if he was used to it, he chopped off the man's head with the ax.
A lot of blood spurted out.
The men and women working on the left and right of the square just glanced casually, and no one paid much attention to this scene.
As a doctor, Yan Morao was used to seeing blood, so he almost cried out when he saw this scene.
And what happened later made Yan Mo let alone cry, he even held his breath.
After the strong man chopped off the unconscious man's head, he dismembered the man with an axe on the ground next to the wooden post, and dug out the unwanted internal organs by dissection.
In the end, the unconscious man was chopped into pieces of meat, which were divided into three wooden basins, and the basins were taken away by different men and women, while the inedible intestines and other internal organs were carried into the straw shed by the strong man. , to the living predators.
Yan Mo resisted the desire to vomit.
He felt the pain in the back of his neck, and even his head ached, the pain was almost unbearable.
It was probably because of Yan Mo's eyes that the strong man was not very happy. When the strong man walked past him, he deliberately kicked his injured right leg.
"Ah!" Yan Mo cried out in pain. The flies and mosquitoes that landed on him also flew up one after another because of his movement, but they didn't want to go away.
The strong man ignored him and walked out of the hut.
The shouts of a strong man came from outside, which seemed to be urging people to work.
Gradually, Yan Mo could no longer feel everything outside, and he passed out again.
Yan Mo had a dream in the midst of the fire, 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 his brain cells by the youth he was wearing.
Perhaps because he accepted this body, the memory that belonged to the boy merged with his original memory, as if he had lived two lives alone.
Merging another person's memory is not a comfortable thing. Maybe he should be grateful that this boy is young, and his memory is only a short fourteen years. I don't know if the 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 fused memory was very useful, at least it gave him a general understanding of the environment he was in, and the most gratifying thing was that he could understand the language of the nearby tribes. As long as he could understand it, it would only be a matter of time before he could speak it out.
It's a pity that the young man doesn't know much.
In his memory, the boy's name is Heiqiao. This cunning is not cunning here, but the name of an auspicious animal that heralds a good harvest. It is said that wherever this animal named cunning appears, there will be There will be a great harvest.
Heiqiao was born in a tribe called the Yanshan tribe. From the name of the tribe, one can tell that the place where this tribe lives is likely to produce salt.
Because the tribe has a salt cave, their life is not bad compared to other tribes, and the tribesmen in the tribe basically don't go hungry, but it is also because of this salt cave that they are targeted by many tribes. He had retreated several times, but was finally defeated by another more powerful tribe, the Zhi tribe, five days ago. In the end, he could only flee in panic with the rest of his tribe.
Heiqiao was bitten by a wild animal while fleeing with his tribe and looking for a new place to stay. He fell into a coma due to infection and fever, and was finally abandoned by his tribe. Among those who abandoned him were his parents and elder brother.
However, this kind of abandonment will not be criticized here. His clansman did not directly chop him up as food, pickle him with salt and take him away.
The place is poor, and the folk customs are tough. As far as Heijiao knows, several major tribes nearby have the habit of cannibalism. Some powerful tribes will even come out to attack other weak tribes in winter when there is extreme lack of food. Most of the people captured will be It is made into cured meat, and only a small part will be kept as slaves.
In addition to the tribes, there are also 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 them and has never been there. He has never even stepped out of his own tribe within a hundred miles.
After Yan Mo merged these memories, he silently stared at the simple roof for a long time.
A large hand waved away the hovering flies, grabbed his hair and lifted his head.
Yan Mo's expression changed immediately, from expressionless to fawning and careful, even though his scalp hurts from being scratched.
"Not dead yet?" The vicious man with the blue tattoo on his face seemed surprised.
He glanced at the boy's right leg, the wound there looked more and more terrifying, maggots had already covered half of the leg, the thick water mixed with blood, the exposed skin was all swollen from mosquito bites, the boy felt a The smell of rot and urine, no one here will heal a mortal food reserve, and naturally no one will help him clean it up.
Yes, I am lucky. Yan Mo was also surprised. He roughly calculated that it had been about two days since he was injured. If it was an ordinary person, with such a serious injury and another infection, he would be 100% hopeless now that there is a lack of medical treatment. , Even if he saved it, he would have to cut off that injured leg.
But when he woke up with a fever again, he took a closer look at his wound. The superficial suppuration was serious, but when the superficial layer of pus was removed, the flesh and blood inside was still fresh and not rotten. The blood in his legs was also flowing normally. Although the bone is a bit black, the decay is not serious. As long as it is treated correctly and the medicine is used, there is hope for recovery.
But precisely because the wound was always in a relatively fresh state, he had to always feel the pain that he absolutely couldn't ignore, and he couldn't escape it even in a coma.
But he couldn't say these words to the fierce-looking man, he could only express his gratitude sincerely: "Thank you for saving..." Before he could finish speaking, he was dragged out of the hut by the man's hair.
Yan Mo was throbbing in pain, but he was powerless to resist and did not dare to resist for the time being.
"No... don't... kill me... please!"
He stuttered when he begged for mercy. Although he could already understand what the tribal man said, he still needed some practice to speak it fluently.
The man stopped, threw him to the ground, stepped on his chest, put one hand on his thigh, bent down and said: "I came to see you yesterday, and the fat dog said it will be slaughtered this afternoon." You, I originally planned to take out your heart before the fat dog did it, so as not to waste it, but I didn't expect you to survive it."
"I... I can... do many... things, please... don't kill me, I..."
"What can you do?" The man stretched out his feet and flicked his shrunken roots—his only straw rope belt and straw bag 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'd rather have a forty-year-old old lady. It's the same for a black light, she can still do things."
Yan Mo hated so much in his heart, but begged: "Don't... cut it off, I know... herbs, I will... heal myself, I will... get better, please..."
"Do you know herbs?" The man expressed disbelief.
"Really, I understand!"
"Which tribe are you from?"
"Yanshan tribe." Yan Mo licked his lips, his throat was already parched with thirst, this feeling was more terrifying than hunger. Fortunately, he didn't eat anything, otherwise he would not only sleep on his own urine, but also have intimate contact with his own feces.
"I know the priest of the Yanshan tribe, and I know his disciples. You are not any of them." The man sneered.
"I really understand!" Yan Mo plucked up the remaining strength in his body and hugged the man's thigh, begging: "Give me... seven days, I can... make the wound... heal, if not, you... anything... you can do it !"
"You want me to feed you for seven days? Don't you know that winter is coming? If you lie, I will waste seven days of food for you. Not only that, but I will also take you out to find herbs." The man was obviously unwilling.
"I'll...repay you! I swear! I'm well...can do a lot..."
The man grabbed his hair again.
The child's face is dirty, but the lifeless look before it is gone, maybe it can be raised, can it really be raised
The man is hesitating, he only has one slave quota, and he gave it to this kid. Before he climbs up to the third-level fighter, he can't have another slave. If there is any tribe behind to sell more beautiful and healthy men and women, he will eat it. It's a big loss, although this kid doesn't need money, but before his injury heals, he has to pay back, and with such an injury, he will definitely not be able to do that kind of thing in the short term.
But what if no one came to sell slaves anytime soon? The tribe doesn't seem to want to fight. Without war, naturally there will be no slaves who don't want money. And he has wanted a slave of his own for a long time, and the appearance of this kid is quite to his liking, 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 swept around the square and thatched shed over and over again.
There were indeed some weed-like plants growing on the ground and under the walls, but he didn't know most of them! Those who know it are not sure whether it is the kind of plant they judged by themselves.
here…
When he came here the first day, Yan Mo was skeptical, but because the creatures he saw were not many, such as flies, mosquitoes, etc., were similar to what he knew, so even if he had doubts, he still tried his best to go to the place. Good direction to think.
But until now he has not found a herb that he is familiar with, which is too strange. Herbs Herbs, basically, as long as they can grow from the ground, they will have certain medicinal value, and he has studied herbal medicines for many years, and he dare not say that he has written down all the herbs, but he can probably recognize the commonly used and special ones.
Is this really not the earth
wait! what is that
Behind the thatched shed, holding a pipa in his arms, half-hidden a weed figure.
Finally, I saw a plant that matched my memory! The more Yan Mo looked at that weed, the more it looked like a kind of herb he knew.
The man's eyes met Yan Mo's, and he was about to tell Yan Mo his decision.
Yan Mo had already shouted: "Look there! That's a big thistle!"
"What?" The man looked in the direction of Yan Mo's finger.
"Great thistle, a herbal medicine that can reduce inflammation, relieve blood heat and detoxify. Can you take me there to have a look? If so, I can use it now."
Yan Mo stuttered this sentence, but seeing the man's expression, he seemed to understand.
When Yan Mo pointed to a weed and shouted that it could stop the bleeding, many men and women working on both sides of the square looked in the direction he pointed.
The man lifted Yan Mo up and carried him to the back of the grass shed.
"Is this what you're talking about?" The man threw Yan Mo to the ground again.
Yan Mo, who was tortured by the pain of broken bones, gasped in pain and clenched his teeth tightly to prevent himself from passing out again.
He propped up his upper body and dragged his legs close to the weed.
The edges of the leaves are toothed, and the tips of the serrated leaves are like needles, with white filamentous hairs, and the stems and leaves are alternate…
That's right, it's a thistle.
There is not only this one plant growing behind the thatched shed, but a small piece of it growing here and there.
Yan Mo reached out and touched the leaves of the big thistle, and let out a long breath. He was also worried that this place is really a desert, even where people live is full of sand. Fortunately, thistles can grow, which means that there is no water and soil here. Really bad to the point where it's just sand.
"Knife, fire, pot, clean water, I want to treat... the wound." Yan Mo stared at his right palm, his eyes fixed.
—Identify a kind of herbal medicine, the scum value -1, and the total scum value is 99999999 points.
The book-like light curtain in the center of the palm hung this sentence brightly for five seconds, then snapped shut, revealing a line of big cursive characters on the cover: Guide to Exile Transformation!
The man didn't really believe what the young man said. They also had priests in their tribe, but they never told them that this kind of weed was useful. On the contrary, because this kind of weed had teeth and sharp leaves, they all classified it as thorns. Cutting the cubs in the tribe usually requires slaves to get rid of these weeds.
But looking at the surprised expression of the boy, it doesn't seem like a lie.
Or let him try this weed. If it is really useful, it will be beneficial to their tribe. If it is not useful, it will be his own bad luck.
"I'll give you this chance, but you only have this one chance. If you dare to lie to me, I will raise you as a live animal and cut off a piece of your flesh every day until you die." The man said slowly.
Yan Mo quickly withdrew his gaze from the palm of his right hand. He dared to bet that this person was definitely not trying to threaten him, and he would definitely do what he said.
Clenching his right hand unconsciously, the boy raised his head, and put on a grateful and fawning smile, "I swear, what I said is true. Sir, can you give me a sip of water first?"