The author has something to say: Yuan Zhan: In fact, we really want to keep a low profile, but am I cursed? When I am in a bad mood, I will vent a little bit occasionally.
Yan Mo: Gold always shines, even if you cover the surface with a layer of soil, after a few fights, the golden light will come out...
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In the evening, Wu Shangque sent someone to Baibu Camp to pick him up.
Yan Mo originally thought that everyone would join in the fun if they had nothing to do, and take a look at the living standards of the King's family in Zhongcheng.
Everyone else in Jiuyuan was also very interested, and even the witch said that there were only a few good foods in Heitu City.
As a result, the waiter who came to Jiuyuan's big shed said proudly: "Master Que only invited a few soldiers who participated in the battle, and no one else can go."
The expressions of everyone in Jiuyuan who were excited to follow along were a little frozen.
The waiter swept away the group of low-level tribesmen in shabby leather clothes in front of him, and did not hide his superior arrogance at all, even if he was just a waiter.
The waiter's eyes finally fell on Yuan Zhan, who was the tallest and strongest, "Which of you is Yuan Zhan? Is it you? If so, come with me, the celebration is about to begin, hurry up, don't waste time."
The original war tongue burst into spring thunder, "Get lost!"
The waiter was taken aback, as if he had never expected that a warrior from a lower tribe would dare to disrespect him like this. Although he was just a waiter, he was the king's younger brother's waiter, and even nobles would not treat him with such false words.
The less powerful people are, the more they care about saving face, and this waiter is one of them. He is not as good at hiding his expression as the master he is serving, and all the anger caused by the humiliation in his heart is brought to his face, "What did you say? Say it again!"
Ding Fei sneered, "Our leader is calling you to get out, didn't you hear? We need to repeat it again? Then listen carefully, get out!"
Yan Mo waved, and everyone turned around and went back to the house. Before the curse witch left, he twirled his fingers.
The waiter's face darkened, and he stared at Yuan Zhan: "Are you sure this is your reply? This is an invitation from Mr. Magpie."
Yuan Zhan walked last, and slapped the door panel on the waiter's face in front of him.
In fact, the door was at least one meter away from the waiter's face, but the waiter felt that the door hit him directly in the face.
The two slaves who followed the waiter lowered their heads, not daring to say a word.
The waiter turned around, kicked a young slave behind him, and kicked and stomped on him several times as if venting his anger.
The slave screamed and begged for mercy.
The other slave, trembling, fell to his knees.
The wooden door opened, and Yuan Zhan, who was in a bad mood, kicked the waiter eight feet away, and then closed the door with a "bang".
The big figures including Wu Shangque sent many waiters to pick them up tonight, and many residences in Baibuying opened their doors at this time.
For this reason, many people saw the scene where the Jiuyuan warrior kicked the waiter away.
The slave who was kneeling on the ground quickly got up to look at the waiter. The waiter spat out blood, lying unconscious on the ground in a large font.
Seeing the end of the waiter, Heishui Yingshi "smiled" to the waiter who came to greet him and was about to speak.
The waiter's words suddenly became more respectful: "Master Heishui, I am here to welcome you to the palace to participate in the celebration ceremony under the order of Lord Que. Because the space in the palace is limited, there are many people participating in the celebration. You can only bring two people at most. Clansmen, please forgive me."
Aguda, the leader of the Dona tribe diagonally opposite, squeezed his fist, and the waiter who had just finished speaking immediately stepped back several steps.
Aguda remained expressionless, "Is it about to start? Let's go."
In the end, Heishui Yingshi took Hean and another member of the tribe, and all the soldiers of the Dona tribe followed the waiters to the palace to eat and drink.
The waiter who was kicked by Yuan Zhan to his last breath was quietly carried away by the patrolling soldiers, and the slave who was still intact followed suit, but the slave who was kicked and trampled by the waiter and couldn't get up was lying on the frozen bed. On the land, no one cares.
If there were no Jiuyuan people, after one night passed, his frozen body might be removed by the cleaning slaves, or it might be picked up by someone in the Baibu camp to feed the war beasts.
The wooden door was not very sound-proof, Yan Mo listened to the groans outside the door gradually getting lower and finally disappeared, and asked Ding Fei to open the door and carry the slave in.
It's not that he thinks too much about it, but that he doesn't care when he hears it, and the guide will not let him go.
The young slave was seriously injured, and was frozen for a while, and was unconscious after being carried in. Because he had been protecting his head and face, everyone was surprised to find that this young man was quite handsome.
Yan Mo saw the child's face, subconsciously reached out to touch it, and at the same time, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, the child's appearance...
Seeing Yan Mo's actions, Yuan Zhan became restless again. He doesn't want to see his silent being nice to other people, no matter who that person is!
"Oh, this kid doesn't seem to be as old as me." Ding Fei lightly poked the boy's face.
The boy was not too thin, but he had many old and new injuries on his body, and there were marks of whipping on his back.
Ding Ning pushed his younger brother's hand away, and lightly took off the clothes and pants of the young slave, "There are injuries all over the body, only one face is still intact."
There was no outsider in the house, Yuan Zhan directly raised the land under the boy to form a platform.
Yan Mo washed his hands again and began to feel the child's bones.
The curse witch stretched out his finger and flicked his ear, "Idiot, if you have mental power, you don't need it."
Yan Mo curled his lips, "Master, you said you don't want to call me an idiot anymore, and although mental power is very useful, you can't lose the feeling in your hands."
The curse witch pinched the boy's arms and legs, as if he didn't hear anything.
Yan Mo double-checked the boy with the traditional method and mental strength, even though he had seen more cruel and heinous things, he couldn't help cursing: "It's just for discouragement, what's the matter!"
Ding Ning also frowned. Under Yan Mo's training, he was able to diagnose the more obvious symptoms, "This child's calf and arm were broken due to trampling."
Yan Mo added: "More than that, two ribs were also broken. And there was a little blood on his left upper abdomen. It's not long now and the weather is cold, so the blood is not obvious, but in fact his spleen was also kicked and bleeding. "Thanks to the mental power, it allows him to "see" the patient's body more clearly.
Fractures are not difficult to treat, but splenic bleeding is more troublesome.
Yuan Zhan felt that his kick was still light.
The curse witch seemed to see what he was thinking, Jie Jie said with a strange smile: "Even if the contemptuous waiter recovers from his injuries, he will always be in bad luck in the future."
Everyone's eyes lit up together. Ever since they knew that the old man was the master who cursed the ancestor witch or their priest, everyone was looking forward to seeing the old man bullying others.
"Master, I have always wanted to ask you, what is the principle of this unlucky curse?" After Yan Mo asked the old man, he turned his head and told Ding Ning and Ding Fei to prepare for the operation, but after thinking about it, he changed his words and said no.
"Principle? Surgery?" The old man was more interested in what the apprentice was going to do.
"By the way, Master, do you have something that can be glued on your hand? It needs to be absorbed by the body, and it will not be harmful to people."
"Adhesive? What do you want this for?"
"The kid's spleen is ruptured, but it's not very broken. I'm going to use adhesive to seal the wound first, and then repair it if it doesn't work."
"I see. You are planning to cut open the little slave's stomach and lift out his spleen to stop the bleeding and repair it, right?"
"right."
"Don't you think this is troublesome?" The old man was puzzled, "You can just give him some hemostatic medicine, and he will grow up slowly by himself."
"I know that the rupture of the spleen is not serious and can heal slowly on its own, but this child is bleeding more, so it will be safer to undergo surgery." He plans to take the child into the laboratory for surgery, where there are ready-made operating tables and surgical tools.
The old man fell into deep thought, "Cut it open, apply the medicine directly on the injured internal organs, and then stimulate the medicinal properties, um... a good idea, why didn't I think of it? This can improve faster! In this way, can I also let other people's internal organs directly How many disappeared?"
Yan Mo is afraid of him, if you have new inspirations, don't tell them, okay? In order to prevent his master from having more "harmful" new ideas, Yan Mo hurriedly urged the old man to ask for medicinal materials.
Unexpectedly, the old man really had it. Not only did he take out a kind of branch that can produce mucus without being boiled and broken, he also took out some herbs in good condition.
Yan Mo saw a kind of herb that the old man took out, and stepped forward to pick it up, "Sanqi? Master, where did you gather this herb? Forget it, tell me when I come out, I will take this herb first. The boy is cured."
Yan Mo put all the herbs into his pocket, asked Ding Fei and Da Da to carry the boy into the inner room, told no one to disturb him, closed the door, and brought the boy into the laboratory.
One thousand scum points will be added to the laboratory once. It is really not cost-effective for him to save an irrelevant person, but he has some guesses about the boy's life experience, and wants to use the equipment inside to The teenager makes a detailed inspection.
Yuan Zhan followed into the small room, and Wang Mo took the young man to the Temple of the Ancestor God, and his breath was not stable at the moment.
Why does Mo Hui attach so much importance to this little slave? Why should the other party be brought into the Temple of the Ancestor God for treatment? Because that boy looks better than him? fall!
Outside the door, the curse witch pressed his ear against the door panel and listened carefully.
The apprentice was so bad that he was not allowed to go in together. But he let that kid in!
Hmph, this old boy must still have some secrets, see Master, I will dig them all out for you in the future!
Ding Fei stood behind the old man with his waist down, "Lord Zuwu, do you hear anything?"
Answer: "Oh!" My lord priest, someone is eavesdropping!
The curse witch slapped Da Da on the head, "Don't think I can't understand you! Curse you so that you can't make a sound until tomorrow morning."
Answer: "...?!" My lord priest, help me, I really can't make a sound!
Ding Fei laughed loudly, deliberately teasing him: "Scream, scream, let me hear you! Can't you scream?"
Ding Ning looked at the old and the young, shook his head with a smile, and squatted down to make briquettes with water, soil and cinders in a certain proportion.
Bing was even more disdainful to follow along. He originally wanted to continue making arrows, but seeing Ding Ning's busyness, he squatted down and started making briquettes.
This thing is difficult to do at the beginning, but it is very simple after you become proficient. At present, even children in Jiuyuan can do it very quickly. The method is of course taught by the priest, who said that this kind of briquette burns better and saves coal, and it doesn't emit too much black smoke.
And everyone compared directly burning coal and burning briquette, and found that the difference is not small.
About an hour later, Yuan Zhan came out with the boy in his arms, and threw it on the animal skin in the corner.
Yan Mo walked out of the hut, and as soon as he came out, he saw Da Da rushing towards him with an aggrieved face, his mouth was still wide open, "...!!!"
Yan Mo, "?"
Ding Fei was still laughing, "He wants to sue, Master Zuwu cursed him not to speak until tomorrow morning."
Yan Mo stroked Da Da's big head sympathetically, "Be good, don't cry, you'll be fine tomorrow morning."
Yuan Zhan came over and grabbed Da Da's neck and tore him out of Yan Mo's arms.
Answer: "..." Life is miserable, just four words! He wants to become stronger!
The young slave is still asleep.
Seeing that everyone didn't go to Chengwang Palace to have a big meal, Yan Mo took out a bunch of delicious food from his pocket out of compensation, and the barbecue was still hot when he took it out.
Seeing that there were meat, fruit, patties made of Tuyuan fruit powder, the new big radish and the stick called sweet stick, everyone immediately dropped all their work and sat around the stone platform that the leader had just made.
Although Da Da couldn't talk anymore, it didn't hinder his appetite at all. He also decided to eat more tonight to make up for his wounded heart.
Jiuyuan does not have the rule of not talking when eating or sleeping. On the contrary, every time we have a dinner, everyone will talk, laugh, sing and dance, and tonight is no exception.
"Master, what exactly is the principle of cursing people's bad luck? Can you tell me?" Yan Mo put one hand on Yuan Zhan's knee and asked in a relaxed manner.
Yuan Zhan Kacha bit off the leg bone, picked out the bone marrow with chopsticks and fed it to his priest.
Yan Mo raised his head and opened his mouth.
Seeing that he couldn't pour it out, Yuan Zhan continued to click.
Others are not surprised.
The witch looked at the two of them a little distressed, the two were so sticky, would the boy be willing to leave in the future
Distressed and distressed, the old man gnawed hard on a large piece of meat and swallowed it without chewing much.
"Master? Do you like this taste? Then eat more, I still have bee milk, it's better to spread this on the barbecue."
The curse witch ate his mouth full of oil, and he discovered another advantage of his apprentice, the food he made was delicious!
"Are you asking about the principle of the curse? This word is interesting. Cursing people is unlucky, in fact, this is also a kind of spiritual influence."
The people sitting around the stone platform pricked up their ears to eavesdrop, Yan Mo saw that the curse witch acquiesced, and was relieved at the same time, he was also very happy, he is really a good master, at least he does not cherish himself.
The curse witch was very happy to see someone listen to his explanation—he is the curse witch. In Wucheng, everyone hides when they see him. No one dares to provoke him, but no one dares to get close to him. His servants and slaves were also afraid of approaching him, as if they were afraid of being cursed by him if he was unhappy. snort! Looking at the bears of those people, if he didn't throw a few curses to send them off, wouldn't he be sorry for their "expectation"
So he is a good disciple, even the disciple's family members are very good, everyone is not afraid of him, and they like to get close to him! From now on, Jiuyuan will be covered by him, and he will curse anyone who dares to hurt Jiuyuan!
The curse witch was in high spirits, fearing that everyone would not be able to understand, he also explained it in a very easy-to-understand way: "First of all, it is better to cast a curse with a medium, because we can find the soul wave of the person who wants to curse through the medium, and then use the medium to build a Channel, this channel allows the caster to send his soul power to the soul of the cursed, and then affect it."
"Then how can a person be unlucky? In fact, the curser uses his soul power to influence the cursed person. For example, the cursed person sees a pothole on the road, and he doesn't want to step into it. He was already prepared to avoid it. But after being affected, he will subconsciously step into that pit. Another example, the cursed person wants to say nice things to a powerful warrior, but after being affected by the power of the curse caster's soul, he not only doesn't say good things to people, but also He said very nasty things, so it’s not surprising that the mighty warrior wanted to beat him up.”
Yan Mo understood, and he also drew inferences from one instance: "The influence of the mental power of the person who casts the curse may be only a few things, but once several disasters are linked together, the cursed person will feel that he is very unlucky, and then he will be able to deal with everything he encounters. I feel that I am cursed. And the worse his mental state is, the more he complains, the easier he is to do wrong things, and he is more likely to be rejected by others. The result is a vicious circle, only more unlucky than the most unlucky. Right, master?"
The curse witch nodded, "That's it!"
"Then last time, as long as the jailer touched others, he would bring bad luck to others. Could it be that Master, your spiritual power can be transmitted to the touched person through him touching other people? And then make the touched person bad luck? "
Curse Wu Le, "Not bad. But this curse can only be performed by a curse master with very strong soul power. Generally, ordinary little curse masters use drugs to poison people at most. And the jailer can't make that person come across everyone. Unlucky, your master, my soul power is powerful, but at such a long distance, it can only affect ordinary people at most, and it is difficult to affect fighters above the second level. So although that person is hated by the people around, but It did not attract the attention of the upper floors of Black Soil City and the temple."
"This is already very powerful." Yan Mo said sincerely.
Ding Ning and Ding Fei have become star-eyed, looking at the old man with admiration.
Da Da decided to share some delicious fish heads with the old man in the future.
Bing... Looking at Yan Mo, he thought that the priest is the priest, and he can pick up such a powerful cursed witch just by going out, so there will be many powerful people coming to Jiuyuan in the future, right
The old man was stimulated by everyone's adoring eyes, and he didn't have any scruples when he spoke. He said all the curses he had done in the past that made him proud.
For example, his old man once cursed the high priest of the temple in Wucheng to grow fatter, so fat that he couldn't even walk out the gate of the temple.
For example, his old man once disliked the city lord of Huocheng, and cursed that his family's blood would never be able to produce divine-blood warriors above level nine.
For example, he also cursed the high priest of the temple in Mucheng, so that all men would run away when they saw her, and they could not find a mating partner for a hundred years. Yes, the high priest of Mucheng Temple is a woman, and she is also a beautiful woman.
For example, in Sound City, he cursed the city lord's most outstanding son to be unable to make a sound for ten years. One can imagine how terrible a curse this is for a high-level fighter who uses sound to attack.
For example, water city, empty city...
Yan Mo swallowed with difficulty, and asked tremblingly, "Master, just tell me, is there anything else you haven't cursed in the Nine Great Upper Towns?"
The curse witch smiled triumphantly, "Do you know why your master and I are recognized as the most powerful and greatest curse witch? Because everyone in the Nine Upper Towns is afraid of me."
Yan Mo was speechless to the sky, he knew that good and bad always depend on each other! God gave him a divine assistant, but he also bought one and got nine free... No, he was given an enemy to the Nth power of nine.
Finally, he asked cautiously: "Master, who did you curse in Tucheng?"
"Tucheng, let me think about it." The curse witch looked up and recalled, "Ah, I remembered that their high priest and second priest of the temple have been cursed by me, as well as their city lord woman, that woman is very annoying, I also ruthless Cursed her severely. Others, probably cursed some high-level fighters, at that time the woman sent many people to kill me, and they all cursed me back."
After the curse witch finished speaking, he suddenly found that everyone was quiet, and then he slapped his head as if thinking of something and said: "Oh, you are going to Tucheng, right? It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here, you can do whatever you want , At worst, fight with the priests of their temple!"
Yan Mo didn't know what to say. He looked at Yuan Zhan, and suddenly wanted to persuade him: Let's go home. In the future, people will know that you stole the earth attribute blood stone, and then let people know that the curse witch is my master. With the accumulation of old and new grudges, they and Tucheng are definitely in an endless game!
Seeing his twitching expression, Yuan Zhan reached out to rub his face, and was about to say something.
"Dong dong." There was a knock on the wooden door outside.