Banished to Another World

Chapter 4: The price of dying

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A strong man covered in blood, carrying a bloody man on his back, walked quickly past Yan Mo and the two of them. Behind him were several people, holding spears in their hands, with bloodstains all over their bodies. The woman and the two children were crying run.

Several people ran into the tent that the woman ran out of, and they could vaguely hear someone shouting: "Have you gone to invite the priest?"

"Already gone." Someone replied.

Kuomachi covered his mouth, squatted down, and said in a low voice, "That's Taihe, a second-level soldier. Seeing how badly he was injured, I don't know if he can be saved. That family... will have a hard time in the future."

Yan Mo withdrew his gaze, the soldier named Dahe had a broken right arm, the broken bone protruded outside, the abdomen may still be injured, otherwise it would not be possible to bleed so much.

According to the amount of bleeding that person is bleeding, if he is not properly stopped, that person will have to see Hades in less than an hour.

Maybe this is an opportunity for him, but it's not the best time for him to come out.

Yan Mo lowered his head and pretended to spread his right palm unintentionally, only to see a scroll appeared on it again, and a sentence similar to the last time was lit in the middle of the opened scroll.

—Teach others a little knowledge, the scum value -1, the total scum value is 99999998 points.

what is this? What is the use

If it were any other "savvy" young man, he might be excited when he saw such a thing appearing in his palm.

But Yan Mo...

In his previous life, Yan Mo, whose family fortune counts in the hundreds of millions, devoted himself to making himself a master, trying to make himself better than others, doing everything possible to make money, and spending a lot of time on study, drilling, work and other things. In all kinds of business, he lived to be thirty-nine years old, never played an online game, never read a single online novel, and he didn't even read a few of the martial arts novels that everyone went viral in junior high school.

And TV, except for the news, he hardly watches other programs. I do go to see movies occasionally, but I rarely watch them. He was able to know about soul transmigration, thanks to the incident in a certain movie and in the news that several children committed suicide in order to time travel.

He always felt that he didn't have enough time, and he couldn't even understand why those young people could spend so much time on the Internet and dating.

If all the time wasted by those people were given to him, he would have achieved more than that before his death, and he would use that time to make himself richer and more powerful, maybe he would be able to escape...

But no matter how "ignorant" he is, he has heard that the magistrate of the underworld has a merit book that records the merits and demerits of all creatures in the world, so does the thing that appears in his right palm belong to the same series? Let this thing appear directly to him, is it to warn him? Instead of the role of prison guards

So when Yan Mo saw such a thing, first of all, he was not excited, but... a kind of anger that was controlled and monitored by others!

Yan Mo scoffed at the word scum that appeared in the exile reform guide.

In his grandma's words, he wasn't born a good guy.

Although he felt that he was very honest and kind when he was a child, but everyone said that, so he didn't bother to deny it.

Yan Mo hated that his thoughts accidentally fell into the memories of the past.

He doesn't like to recall the past, and he hates recalling the past before the age of twenty. He doesn't like himself before the age of twenty, and he doesn't like his family, friends, and relatives at that time. do not like.

From the age of twenty, he told himself that no matter what he did in the future, he would not allow himself to regret it.

Sometimes people accidentally take a wrong step, and they will really make a wrong step, a wrong step, and then even if they want to turn around, they will be powerless, and they can only continue to move forward knowing that it is a mistake.

In fact, he always knew that he was on the wrong path, and his outlook on life, values, and morality were ruined in a mess, but he was so stubborn that he refused to admit that he was making mistakes or even committing crimes, until... he lost the most important and beautiful thing in his life , He is willing to use everything to exchange for the baby.

He suddenly thought of the words he cursed and insulted God before he died.

He can't remember the exact words, but he still remembers roughly, he seems to have mentioned his baby? He seemed to be cursing God for being unfair, and asking him why he wanted retribution to befall innocent people. He scolded a lot. That was his last vent and his... only confession.

Does that cursing have anything to do with this time travel

Did the exile modification guide appearing in the palm of his hand foreshadow something

He has now lost two scum points, what if he loses all the 100 million scum points? What can he get? Or what will God reward him for

Yan Mo is a very realistic person, he doesn't think that God sent him to this world with his soul, and made him a reform guide that records his merits and demerits just to amuse him.

No matter who the "person" who brought him into this world is, the other party must have his purpose.

"I need a promise." Yan Mo said to his right hand in Chinese.

Kusamachi looked up at him, "What did you say?"

Yan Mo smiled weakly, "It's nothing, the old priest gave me a few incantations, saying that it can speed up the recovery of the injury and drive away the illness."

"Ah, sorry, did I disturb you?" Kusamachi asked hurriedly.

"It's nothing, just don't interrupt me next time." Yan Mo gave Kuomachi a reassuring smile, and continued to ask about his right hand.

"I want to promise! If I stay in this world honestly and carry out transformation, if I can reduce the scum value to zero, what can you give me?"

Pages are unresponsive and do not appear to be functional for communication.

Yan Mo was not discouraged, he muttered to himself: "Since you are a guide, then you will at least tell me what to do, then why do you ignore me? Guide... book... since it is a book, how can you answer me, of course You have to look it up yourself, book... you have the table of contents, right? I want to see the table of contents! Show the table of contents!"

The scroll reacted this time, turned several pages, stopped, and a page titled "Table of Contents" appeared.

I only glanced roughly, and judged that 90% of the guidebook could find the answer I wanted, but now is not a good time to read. Yan Mo took a deep breath, held back his ecstasy, clenched his right hand and let go, and continued to deal with his injuries.

The guide seems to be able to judge whether Yan Mo is looking at it, and when Yan Mo clenches his right hand, it will disappear automatically.

The rotting flesh had been scraped off, exposing the fresh flesh underneath.

Picking up the wooden ladle that had also been boiled in boiling water, scooped up a spoonful of salt water, Yan Mo took a sip first, felt that the concentration was not too bad, and immediately turned his hand over.

"Ugh!" Yan Mo trembled all over his body, blood vessels in his neck and head protruded high, his facial features were distorted and hideous.

Kusamachi was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, and immediately rushed over and asked repeatedly: "Xiao Mo, what's wrong with you? What did you do? My God!"

Yan Mo was sweating profusely, leaning against the water tank for a while before recovering a little.

He doesn't need to do this, but in the absence of drugs, a certain concentration of saline can not only coagulate the blood, but also disinfect it. His wound has been delayed for too long, even if the wound looks new, he will Don't be careless.

Cao Ding didn't understand why Yan Mo tortured himself so much, not only scraping his own flesh with a stone knife, but also dousing himself with salt water. Could this be the healing method used by the Yanshan priests? Oh my god, it's even crueler than the old priest of the original tribe.

Alas, this child is so pitiful. Not only will he be a lame man in the future, he will also have to suffer such a crime first. Cao Ding had no idea that Yan Mo could heal his broken leg at all, she felt that Yan Mo could heal his wound and not rot until death like other slaves, which is already very remarkable.

Yan Mo's screams did not attract the attention of others. There are many slaves screaming for various reasons.

And at this time, the crying from the Dahe tent was enough to cover up other nearby noises.

Yan Mo sat up straight and straightened his right leg. He hadn't eaten for two days and had lost too much blood. It stands to reason that he should have been lying down and unable to move at this time, but he hasn't rotted after two days like this. Like his wound, there seemed to be a strange energy supporting him in his body.

Thirst, hunger, pain, dizziness... These negative feelings have not disappeared. It is as if someone has a deep hatred with you. In order to punish you, he tortured you while hanging your life to make you conscious" Enjoy" everything.

Yan Mo, who was sweating profusely, raised his head and smiled lazily, raised his left hand, and gave a middle finger to the blue sky.

Kusamachi thought that Yan Mo was continuing to cast a spell.

Four tall, dark-skinned, tattooed warriors came in from the path, accompanied by an old man holding a scepter and a young man.

Yan Mo turned his head and guessed the identity of the old man.

When Kusakachi saw the old man, his complexion changed drastically, and he pushed Yan Mo who was leaning on the water tank, "Lie down and don't move, close your eyes!"

Cao Ding finished speaking in a low voice and quickly according to Yan Mo, and she herself had changed from squatting to kneeling, lowering her head and waiting for the old man and soldiers to pass by.

None of the six people walking past gave them a glance.

Kusakachi tilted his head slightly, and secretly saw the old man walk into Dahe's tent, and then let out a light breath, relaxing the suppression on Yan Mo.

"Who is that?" Yan Mo sat up slowly with the support of Kuading and asked.

"It's the priest and his disciples. In the future, remember, it's okay to see warriors, but when you see priests, elders, and chiefs, no matter what you are doing at that time, you must kneel down and salute, and you cannot look up at them .If you can't kneel, lie down or play dead on your knees."

"What if it doesn't work?"

Kusamachi looked at him pityingly, "Then even your master can't keep you."

"What punishment will you get?"

"Punishment? Oh, it depends on their mood at the time."

Yan Mo... the evil slavery society!

But even if he wasn't a slave, the old priest didn't look like a benevolent person. If he offended him, there probably wouldn't be any good fruit to eat.

"Can lord priest heal lord Dahe's injury?" Yan Mo asked in a low voice.

"Of course." Kusamachi said naturally.

"Oh?" It seems that the priest's medical skills here are better than he thought.

"It's just that even if Dahe-sama can survive this time, I'm afraid he won't be able to be a soldier anymore." Kusamachi looked sad, and Dahe-sama's family were good people, as good as her master. In the future, Lord Dahe can no longer be a warrior, what should his wife and children do

"Can't be a fighter anymore? Why?"

Kusamachi looked at him strangely, "He was injured so badly that the bones in his arm were poked out. Even if he didn't cut it off, he wouldn't be able to use it in the future, and it was still the right hand holding the weapon."

It turns out that the priest here can't heal broken bones, so he still has a certain value.

It's just that the priest doesn't seem to be friendly. If he treats Dahe's injuries, he may not only fail to please him in the end, but may even be framed by the priest's jealousy.

These high-ranking people are used to being praised by others, would they be happy to be slapped in the face by a stunned young man

Just imagine, a highly respected old professor in the medical field encountered a case that could not be treated, and others said it was hopeless, but an intern doctor jumped out and said that the disease could be cured. It was too simple. Isn’t this a slap in the face

Expect the old professor to look at you differently? Expect other people to instantly adore you

Shit! You'd better hope that the old professor is a really good man who is kind and generous and has a big heart.

It's not like he hasn't encountered this kind of person or this kind of thing before, and he has learned enough lessons. That old priest, based on his experience in seeing people, he dared to bet his life that he was definitely not a big-hearted master.

That being the case, this time he should not stand out, and honestly heal his injury first before talking about anything else.

Cao Ding wiped Yan Mo's sweat, fed him some water, saw him start playing with his wound again, and immediately felt that this child was really strong.

If the Yanshan tribe hadn't been defeated by the pig tribe, then this child would definitely grow into a powerful warrior, right? Maybe he can reach level three

But it's impossible now, Kusamachi's eyes fell on Yan Mo's broken leg.

No matter how powerful a warrior is, once he is disabled, he might just be degraded, but most of them will be completely reduced to civilians. Although as a reward, the property of the warrior before the demotion will not be deprived, but the civilians who have no way to contribute more to the tribe How could the extra slaves and families be fed

It's not that Yan Mo didn't see Kuomachi's sympathy, but he doesn't intend to be a slave until he recovers from his injury...

Yan Mo signaled Kuading to give him the small stone pot, and then used the stone knife as a scraper to evenly smear the juice of the smashed thistle leaves on the wound.

"Sister, I'm going to ask you to do me a favor, it's very simple, don't be afraid, grab my leg like this, yes, just grab it like this."

Yan Mo instructed Kuomachi to grab his right leg, "I need to align the broken bones, but now because the bones have been broken for a long time, the flesh has shrunk, so I need to pull the flesh apart first, so you can see later My head, when I nod, you pull my calf towards your arms until the broken bone can meet."

Yan Mo was afraid that Kuomachi would not understand, so he gestured while talking, and said it three times until Kuomachi nodded hesitantly.

Breathing out, he found a suitable-sized peeled wooden branch and stuffed it into his mouth to bite. The young boy straightened his right leg, took two deep breaths, and turned his direction again. When he was ready, he nodded to Kusamachi .

Kusamachi didn't use much force, and she didn't dare, but her strength was obviously stronger than Yan Mo thought, so she only pulled lightly.

"Crack!" Yan Mo bit off the branch in his mouth, but he can't faint yet!

Taking advantage of the ripped tendons, he immediately straightened his leg bones and connected the broken bones as tightly as possible.

Apply the juice of thistle leaf, which will not do much to heal broken bones, but at least it will reduce inflammation and stop bleeding.

Grab the wooden sticks placed on the left and right in advance and fix them on both sides of the broken leg, and tie them tightly with boiled straw ropes.

Yan Mo dealt with it quite quickly. Although he has various flaws and his character is not up to standard, he has real kung fu, and he is ruthless to others and even more ruthless to himself.

While Yan Mo was treating his injuries, the young man who followed the priest came out of the Dahe tent with a stick, and put the stick into the fire pit to burn.

After a while, the boy entered the tent with a burning stick.

After a while, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" the shrill scream pierced the sky and spread far, far away.

Yan Mo's hands that tied the straw rope tightened, and he vaguely felt that he smelled a burnt smell of burnt flesh. But he just paused for a moment, and continued to deal with himself as if nothing had happened... Why did it light up again

Yan Mo opened the palm of his right hand, only to see what was written on the page this time:

—If you don’t save yourself once, the scum value +10, and the total scum value is 100 million and 8 points.

The words disappeared after five seconds of light, and another sentence appeared:

— If the scum value exceeds 100 million points, the penalty of burning pain is imposed, and the number of times is 8 times. In order not to affect the daily transformation of the exile, this penalty is executed once every night, and it will not be reduced by the decrease of the scum value in the later period.

Yan Mo: ... Fuck!