Yuan Zhan and Meng carried out a circle of hay rope from the house, and jumped out of the window. After going out, they backhanded the wooden board back to the window, and added two wooden bars outside to avoid the forest. The animals in it ran in.
Raising a torch violently, the two quickly ran towards the cliff.
Arriving at the sky above Jiufeng's lair, Yuan Zhan lay on the edge of the cliff and shouted, "Yanmo?"
No one answered him.
Yuan Zhan yelled two more times, and when he couldn't hear any response, his face became very ugly.
"I'll go down and have a look." As he said that, he carried the straw rope to find a suitable place to fix it.
"You're crazy! It's night, and it's a cliff again! The grass rope is not strong! Feel the mountain wind again! Whoever goes down will die!" Meng disagreed and stopped him, "Jiufeng should come back soon, Wait until it comes back."
"When it comes back, maybe Yan Mo is dead." Yuan Zhan couldn't tell how he felt, whether he was reluctant to bear a slave or a priest, anyway, no matter which one, now that he knew that something might happen to Yan Mo, I just couldn't sit still.
"Maybe he is dead now." Meng said honestly. Although he didn't know why the little slaves had accidents all of a sudden, they were all like this. Sometimes they looked fine in the morning, but at night they disappeared. Maybe they were eaten by wild animals, maybe they ate poisonous weeds by mistake, or they drank poisonous herbs by mistake. Maybe they were bitten by poisonous snakes or insects, maybe they were killed by other tribesmen, maybe they offended someone, and sometimes one or two of their soldiers died suddenly for no reason when they were training and running. People are used to this kind of life where someone suddenly disappears one day.
So Yuan Zhan was not angry because Meng said it directly, because he knew that what Meng said might be true, but he still wanted to go and have a look.
"Yan Mo is a priest with the inheritance of the ancestor gods. He cannot die so easily, and... I need him to establish a new tribe."
He suddenly looked up at the sky with a half moon, and patted his head, "Well, actually, I also want to go down to see what happened to the little slave, but if we go on like this, it's really easy to fall to our death."
Stretching out his head to look at the dark bottom of the cliff, he retracted his head in fear.
Yuan Zhan moved his hands and feet, "You watch from above, and I will go down. I have been promoted to level three, and my control over soil and rocks is better than before. If no one attacks me, I should be able to climb down smoothly. "
Hearing what Yuan Zhan said, it seemed that he really didn't look like he was taking risks, and he gave in abruptly, "Give me the rope, it's not long enough, you might as well tie it to me. Brother, remember, if you fall , I will fall to my death with you."
Yuan Zhan thumped his chest, handed one end of the grass rope to his partner, tied the other end to his waist, looked at the position under the cliff, and walked to the edge of the cliff.
Yuan Zhan didn't go down blindly to save people, he was sure.
After reaching the third level, he found that he could control the soil and rocks more freely and in a wider range than before.
Ever since he discovered this, he has always wanted to climb the cliff with his bare hands to see another nest of Jiufeng.
It's just that he hasn't found a chance in the past two days. He even looked at the route to the cave many times during the day, and he almost already has a way to go down in his mind.
I didn't expect it to be used so soon.
The fingers sink easily into the solid rock, as do the toes.
If it wasn't for the strong mountain wind behind him, which often blew his body against the cliff and forced him to move down a little bit, his speed might be even faster.
In this way, two handprints were added to the real step by step, Yuan Zhan climbed abruptly from the top of the cliff to Jiufeng's other lair on the cliff.
As soon as he entered the cave, Yuan Zhan didn't jump off the top immediately, but crawled down from the top of the cave wall like a gecko.
"Mo? Yanmo?"
Yuan Zhan touched the huge bird's nest with a little moonlight outside the cave. The bird's nest was very shallow, and he could see a person crouching in the corner at a glance.
"Yan Mo?" Yuan Zhan quickly walked over and reached out to help the boy who was lying on his side.
The boy's eyes were closed tightly, and his mouth and nose were covered with blood.
Yuan Zhan's heart tightened, and that strange heart-wrenching feeling rose again, and even the hand he stretched out to feel the opponent's breath trembled a little.
The young man clenched his fist tightly and put his hand under the young man's nose. For a while, he felt nothing, which made his heart sink a little bit.
He stubbornly refused to let his palm go away, and finally after he took another deep breath to calm down, he felt the boy's weak breathing.
"Bless the Ancestor God!" Yuan Zhan hugged the boy tightly, and then quickly let go to check if there were any obvious wounds on his body.
Looking at the young man's bloody face just now, he thought that the young man offended the mountain god Jiufeng and was pecked to death, or ate some poisonous food.
But after searching for a long time, there was no obvious wound on the boy's body. At this time, there was a fierce and faint cry from outside.
Yuan Zhan pulled the straw rope three times to show that he was fine.
He wanted to take the boy away, and when Jiufeng came back and found him in its lair, he would definitely drive him out forcibly, or even kill him.
But how would he take the boy away
He thought about carrying the boy on his back and climbing up with him, but the straw rope was not strong, and the mountain wind was strong outside, if halfway through the climb, the grass rope broke and the boy fell off him, it would be better to throw him stay in the hole.
The boy suddenly trembled.
Yuan Zhan hugged the boy subconsciously. Although the cave was sheltered from the wind, it was still very cold. He couldn't leave his future priest here alone. Without Jiufeng, he was unconscious. He was left like this overnight until dawn. People might freeze to death.
Yuan Zhan thought about it carefully, he put down the boy, tried to pile up the dry grass and feathers in the bird's nest on him, and took off his own animal skin coat to cover him.
He turned around in the cave, looked around, and then he climbed back to the top of the cliff along the same path.
"Is Xiao Mo still alive?" Seeing his head up, he immediately stretched out his hand to pull him up.
"Alive, but breathing very weakly."
"What's up with him?"
"I don't know." Yuan Zhan untied the straw rope, and asked Meng to give him all the straw rope, "You go back, it's too cold at night, you can't stay here."
"And you?"
"I still want to go down, Yanmo will freeze to death by himself."
Suddenly his face changed, "Jiu Feng will definitely grab you out of the hole and throw you down when he comes back and sees you."
"I know." Yuan Zhan said calmly: "I saw that hole, it's very big, and there is still a way in it. Jiufeng came back and wanted to kill me, so I ran inside and waited for it to leave before crawling out."
"Then I'll be with you..."
"Don't be stupid! Remember, if you find that Jiufeng's voice is wrong tomorrow, run to the woods. Once Yan Mo dies, Jiufeng will definitely not allow us to stay in its territory."
Scratching his head violently, "Okay, do you want a torch?"
"How to bring it? The mountain wind is so strong." Sometimes Yuan Zhan was a little speechless to his brother.
When Yuan Zhan hugged his little slave again, he suddenly felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
Hugging, entering, it was the most intimate act he could think of. But at this time, just hugging the young man like this, with their skins touching each other closely, their body temperature intertwined, and their limbs entangled together, he felt very comfortable and comfortable.
He used to be more closely connected with the boy, but at that time it was more about venting, and the boy was just a slave to him.
Now...he didn't know what kind of change had taken place, he found that he not only wanted to possess the boy like that, but also wanted to get closer to him, but how could he get closer? Isn't it enough to just hug you tightly
The young man who has undergone another change other than his physical needs is still at a loss. He can't tell what the strange feeling he has for the young man is. He wants to do many things with the young man in his arms, and simply entering and possessing him is no longer enough. he.
When Yuan Zhan was thinking wildly, Yan Mo received the guide's active warning for the first time, even though he was in a coma.
That warning kept recurring in his mind, causing him to ignore his surroundings when he regained consciousness and only pay attention to that warning.
—Warning the exiles, the physical condition is not enough to support the overdraft use of mental power, and it is recommended to stop the further development and utilization of the brain domain.
-warn! Due to the exile's negligence and disregard for his own life, he forcibly and arbitrarily overdraws his mental power, causing a cerebral blood vessel to rupture, causing the exile's body to die once. As a punishment, the scum value +100 points.
——Because the exile was increased by 100 scum points at one time, he will be punished once. The content of the punishment: experience the weight of life with heart. The punishment is to be carried out immediately, and the time is ten days.
—Because the total reduction of scum value is less than 1,000 points, the third article of this guide is closed. In the same way, the third thousand-point impairment reward was also withdrawn.
"So should I be grateful that I was strong enough in front of me and didn't commit suicide?" Otherwise, not only would I not die, but I would be forced to increase my scum value by one hundred! Fuck!
"I didn't deliberately overdraw my mental power, how did I know that this damn communication skill would kill me?" Yan Mo couldn't help grinding his teeth, a hundred points! Not only will he receive a major punishment, but he will also temporarily lose his right to use surgical tools and the third guideline!
Speaking of which, what is the punishment for experiencing the weight of life with heart? It sounds vague and scary, wouldn't it make him feel the pain of giving birth again? If this is the case... he will definitely use his life's strength to curse the heavens.
"Could it be that if I'm killed by people or killed by animals in the future, I'll have to add 100 scum points to me?" Yan Mo continued to grind his teeth, but this was just his angry words. Judging from the tone of the guide warning him, if it wasn't for him If you kill yourself, under normal circumstances, you should not be added a scum value.
Qi returns to Qi, in fact, Yan Mo also knows that he does not pay much attention to his current life as the guide pointed out, and even further ignores the health of this body because of the benefit of automatic recovery.
As a doctor, especially after seeing the consequences of Yuan Zhan's overdrawn ability, it is impossible for him not to know what will happen to his unhealthy body after using his ability many times, but he has a little idea of using himself as an experiment , and the confidence that he will not die, he didn't even have the slightest intention to use his abilities carefully, so he just let it develop, and the result...
As a result, if it weren't for the guide and his body that can automatically repair and cheat, he would have died of a cerebral hemorrhage now, and even if he didn't die, he would still have suffered a severe stroke.
"Yan Mo?" Someone called out to him in surprise.
Yan Mo was still moaning, if he had known that the consequences would be so serious, he would have taken care of this body and guaranteed to serve him like his ancestors.
"Yanmo, are you awake? What are you talking about? Is the ancestor god talking to you?"
Where did the foreigners come from, they are so annoying! Yan Mo kicked his legs angrily, but he didn't realize that he had no problem understanding that "foreign language". He even began to feel that the tone of this foreign language sounded very familiar, almost similar to his mother tongue.
"Salt Mo?"
Yan Mo couldn't stand the noise, so he reluctantly opened his eyes.
After opening it, his first reaction was: "Why don't you turn on the light?"
"What are you talking about? Don't use the priest's language, I don't understand." Yuan Zhan frowned.
He was very happy when the young man woke up, but the young man was not only in a coma, but even after waking up he was speaking words he could not understand. This made him feel that the young man was far away from him, as if he would go back to the embrace of the ancestor god at any time.
The cold wind blew on his feet, Yan Mo shrank his feet, completely awake.
"A Zhan?"
"It's me." Yuan Zhan was finally relieved when he heard the boy started to use the language they were all familiar with.
Stretching out his hand to touch his body, he touched the familiar dry grass and feathers, "Why are you here? Where is Jiufeng?"
"I don't know. It flew away. I heard it was calling something wrong. I ran out to look for you. No matter how I called you from above, you didn't respond, so I climbed down."
"Climbing..." Yan Mo thought of Yuan Zhan's ability to control the rock. Since he can make the rock into the shape he wants, it must not be difficult to climb down from the top of the cliff with his bare hands.
"What happened to you? Why did you suddenly pass out? You still bled a lot." A rough hand stroked his chin.
Yan Mo blinked, raised his hand to touch Yuan Zhan's face, "It's night now?"
Yuan Zhan was taken aback, and turned to look at the entrance of the cave, "No, it's already dawn."
"Really..." It turns out that this is the so-called experience of the weight of life with heart! Bad guide, do you know what it means if you can't see this place? Still make me blind for ten days? Yan Mo's face quickly distorted to hideous.
Yuan Zhan looked at the young man, and quickly saw the problem. He grabbed his hand and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong with your eyes?"
Yan Mo gasped for a few breaths, finally managed to calm down a little, and thought for a while: "It's nothing, that child should have died, but I asked Jiufeng to rescue him forcefully, and the ancestor god punished me."
Yuan Zhan immediately said without hesitation: "I'll kill him!"
"Don't!" Yan Mo groped and grabbed his hand, "You and Meng are also the reason why I was punished. This is the territory of the mountain god, and I forcibly begged Jiufeng to let you stay."
The soldier's self-esteem was severely hit by Yuan Zhan, tightly pursed his lips, and clenched the boy's cold hand with his backhand, "Wait until next spring..."
"Jie!"
Yan Mo pushed Yuan Zhan, "Jiufeng is back, you should leave!"
Yuan Zhan didn't want to let go for a moment, as if he was afraid of Jiufeng, but the little slave was obviously his.
"A Zhan!"
Yuan Zhan put down the boy unwillingly, and lightly touched his forehead, "I will become stronger, I swear!"
child! Yan Mo sneered in his heart, he just wanted the other party to leave quickly, he didn't want to bother to appease the anxious and angry Jiu Feng later.
Yan Mo didn't see it, and before Yuan Zhan had time to leave the cave, Jiu Feng had already flown in.
Yuan Zhan ran in fast enough, but Jiufeng still smelled something that didn't belong in his lair, and immediately screamed angrily.
"Jiufeng!" Yan Mo turned his head to the direction where Jiufeng's voice came from.
Jiufeng stared into the cave, so angry that its soft fur exploded, but it gave up chasing and expelling that annoying two-legged monster, dragging a wing that could not be retracted, walked unsteadily into the nest, slowly squat down.
"Jiufeng?" Yan Mo stretched out his hand, slowly touching that warm body.
Jiufeng opened his mouth to pick up the animal skin covering Yan Mo's body, and shook his head angrily.
The animal skin jacket with the smell of the original war flew out of the cave and fell off the cliff.
Jiufeng lowered his head, and the hard hooked mouth touched the face of the little Twolegs, then it opened its mouth wide, its throat wriggled, and forced out the things hidden in the throat pouch as if regurgitating the cud.
Yan Mo felt something cold touch his face, he couldn't see it, and wanted to touch it with his hands.
But before he touched it, Jiufeng rolled it to his mouth with his bird's beak.
"Jie!" Eat it, eat it and you'll be fine.
Yan Mo opened his mouth to ask what it was, but when he opened his mouth, the thing fell into his mouth.
Jiufeng saw the little Twolegs opened its mouth to eat the thing, it let out a low cry as if extremely tired, and gently rubbed the edge of the hard beak against the little Twolegs' cheeks, and slowly closed its eyes.