Wu Dongfang counted and found that there were five wooden signs in total, "Why only five?"
"What's wrong?" the old man asked.
"Too few, not enough." Wu Dongfang said. Four to five thousand people is equivalent to the number of people in a brigade in peacetime. In a brigade, there are at least 20 to 30 people who cannot go out due to illness or injury every day. This is still a good place to eat and live. Under good circumstances. With the food and accommodation conditions of slaves, it is entirely possible for hundreds of sick patients to appear every day.
"No matter how much of this stuff you have, it won't be enough." The old man knocked on the flint, trying to light the wood wool that was igniting the fire in the brazier.
"What should we do if we don't get a disease license?" Wu Dongfang asked.
"If you don't have a sick card, you have to go to work." The old man said.
"What should I do if I can't get up?" Wu Dongfang asked again.
"It seems like you've never seen a slave before getting up?" The old man turned around in confusion.
Wu Dongfang shook his head, "No, the Jin clan has no slaves."
"Nonsense, which tribe has no slaves? Who are you?" The old man looked at Wu Dongfang like a monster.
"Who are you?" Wu Dongfang asked back. He really didn't know if there were slaves in the capital of the Jin tribe. He only knew that there were no slaves in the village or tribe.
The old man couldn't start the fire, so he sat down on the ground, "I told you, I am Fei Mu, the Qinglong Celestial Master of the Wood Clan."
"I am Wu Dongfang, the White Tiger Celestial Master of the Jin tribe." Wu Dongfang said.
"I don't even know how to lie. The Jin clan wizard's surname is Ming, not Wu." The old man looked contemptuous.
"You know how? If you were Master Qinglong, would you still be in this ghost place?" Wu Dongfang also had a look of disdain on his face.
"I want to leave and no one can stop me." The old man glared.
"Then let's go, there's plenty of good wine out there." Wu Dongfang had the urge to beat him again.
"What does it have to do with you whether I leave or not?" The old man looked like he was not afraid of being beaten.
"You said you are Qinglong Celestial Master, then let me ask you, what spells does Qinglong Celestial Master know?" Wu Dongfang eagerly wanted to expose him.
"What spells does Master Baihu know?" the old man asked.
"Who am I to tell you?" Wu Dongfang really didn't know what spells Baihu Celestial Master knew.
"I can tell you that Qinglong Celestial Master's two unique skills of the Wood Clan are Dead Tree Fengchun and Yamu Longting." The old man was very proud.
Wu Dongfang stopped talking. He knew that the Qinglong Celestial Master of the Wood Clan had a magic called Yamu Long Ting. He had never heard of the other kind of Dead Tree Blooming in Spring, but if one was right, the other should not be wrong either.
"It's your turn." The old man looked like a winner.
"I don't know." Wu Dongfang shrugged and spread his hands.
"You don't even know the magic of the Jin clan and you pretend to be a wizard of the Jin clan. You deserve to be caught here. Let me tell you, the two great skills of the White Tiger Master are the immortal golden body and the moon and star chasing. Do you accept it?" The old man said Excited.
"What a shame, you didn't get caught even if you knew everything." Wu Dongfang curled his lips.
"I can leave at any time." The old man pointed to the east.
Wu Dongfang glanced at the old man contemptuously, "Then why don't you leave?"
"I haven't lived enough yet. I will leave when I have." The old man said solemnly.
"Anyone can leave after death. Wizards all have tattoos, do you have one?" Wu Dongfang asked.
The old man leaned against the table and opened his clothes. There really was a blue dragon tattoo on his chest.
"Young man, don't be humble in the future. Learn to be humble and courteous. It will be good for you." The old man began to show off.
"You old liar." Wu Dongfang took out a lighter and lit the wood wool in the brazier.
"Fire clan magic weapon? Can you show it to me?" The old man stared at the lighter in Wu Dongfang's hand.
"No." Wu Dongfang refused.
"Show it to me, I'll take a look." The old man came over.
Wu Dongfang had no choice but to hand the lighter to him with his backhand. The old man hurriedly took it and fiddled with it carefully.
"What kind of spells are the two spells of Master Qinglong you just mentioned?" Wu Dongfang added firewood to the brazier.
"The dead wood is there to save people, and Yagi Ryuuting is to defeat the enemy." The old man shook the lighter, "Why is there water in it?"
"What about the Jin tribe?" Wu Dongfang asked again. Although this old guy talked a lot about cheating, he had to admit that he was well-informed.
"The Immortal Golden Body is for being beaten, but chasing the moon and stars is for escaping." The old man said casually.
"Really?" Wu Dongfang was dubious.
The old man seemed to enjoy the process of teasing him. Seeing that he had been fooled, he laughed, "Of course it's fake. The Immortal Golden Body is a defensive spell of the White Tiger Heavenly Master. No one can hurt him if you practice it to the extreme. Chasing the stars every month is even more powerful, you can To catch up with Xingyue, you can take three steps ahead by practicing to the extreme.”
Wu Dongfang became very curious, "What is the first three steps?"
"You don't understand even after I tell you." The old man took the initiative to return the lighter to him.
"How do you know I don't understand if you don't tell me?" Wu Dongfang continued to add firewood to the brazier.
"Xingyue is ugly, do you understand?" The old man stood up.
"Do you mean that this kind of magic can leave everything in the world behind?" Wu Dongfang guessed.
"You're not too stupid, that's what I mean." The old man walked to the bed and lay down.
Wu Dongfang stood up and followed him, "What's three steps?"
"One step, two steps, three steps." The old man lost his interest in talking and started to talk perfunctorily.
"Tell me, how many steps are three steps?" Wu Dongfang asked eagerly. The Jin clan's moon-chasing star chasing method is probably a spell that can catch up with time, that is, it is faster than time. If this is the case, walk more You can get home in just a few steps.
"It takes three drops of water," the old man said.
"So short?" Wu Dongfang was greatly disappointed. At this time, one drop of water lasted one second, and three drops of water lasted three seconds. At this rate, even if he died, he would not be able to return to modern times.
"Short? Do you know what these three drops of water mean to the White Tiger Celestial Master? What does it mean to his opponents? Fortunately, this spell can only be used at night with the moon. If it can be used at any time, what else can others do? Live?" The old man closed his eyes and wanted to go back to sleep.
Wu Dongfang nodded slowly. Time is life. When fighting with others, let alone three seconds. If you are one second faster than the opponent, you can seize the initiative. If you can be three seconds faster, you are almost guaranteed to win.
"Isn't this Moon Chasing Star very powerful?" Wu Dongfang asked again.
"It's amazing, but it's been lost for many years. I've only heard about it and never seen it with my own eyes." The old man replied.
"It seems that this kind of spell can't be seen by others except himself." Wu Dongfang said, if it is faster than time, the other party will not be able to see his movements.
Wu Dongfang caught the old man's speech impediment and snorted twice without saying anything.
"The spells of Heavenly Master White Tiger seem to be much more powerful than Heavenly Master Qinglong." Wu Dongfang said.
"That's nonsense." The old man opened his eyes angrily and leaned on the head of the bed with his arms propped up. "Their immortal golden body is to protect themselves, our dead tree is to revive others, and their moon-chasing star-chasing method is to kill others at most. If a few of them die, our Yagi Long Ting can stun them all."
"Each has its own merits," Wu Dongfang wanted to ask again, trying to calm the old man's anger.
Wu Dongfang's attempts to calm him down had no effect. The old man lay down again and ignored him.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Wu Dongfang turned around and saw a female slave timidly leaning against the door with half of her face exposed.
"The doctor is here, get up quickly." Wu Dongfang shook the old man.
"If you're here to ask for a sick card, go ahead." The old man didn't open his eyes.
Wu Dongfang walked to the west wall, took the string of wooden signs on the wall, turned around and walked out.
"Remember to leave a cook." The old man said.
"It's better you do it." Wu Dongfang said. He found a group of people standing outside the door, a total of one or two hundred people. There were more than a dozen people carrying them. Five wooden signs were definitely not enough.
The old man remained silent.
Seeing that he remained silent, Wu Dongfang threw a pile of firewood into the brazier, suppressed the fire and let it smoke, and then walked out with the wooden sign.
A group of people outside the door were more than ten meters away from the wooden house, lining up neatly from north to south. When Wu Dongfang came out, they did not make any noise, but looked at him with pleading eyes.
Wu Dongfang hesitated for a moment and walked to the northernmost point. From there, the patient's head was tied with a rope and there was no one accompanying him. It was easy to distinguish who was sick.
Most of the patients suffered from trauma, and most of the injuries were fractures. Naturally, they can no longer work if they have fractures. Some people have obviously had fractures for a long time, and the wounds have begun to suppurate.
Wu Dongfang walked around, and the patient took the initiative to show his wounds, and then knelt down and begged in a low voice. The man said the most, "Please help me," and the woman said the most, "I am willing to do anything."
The queue of patients was seventy or eighty meters long. This was the longest road he had ever walked. He wanted to stop at every step. He wanted to give out a wooden sign to each patient. Under the eyes of the other patient, he was begging or even pleading. It was a very difficult thing to lower his head and walk away, but there were only five wooden cards, not enough points, and he had to make sure to give them to the people who needed them most.
Everyone needs wooden signs. If they do not rest and receive medical treatment in time, their injuries will worsen, but this situation is not considered. There are seven or eight people who will not survive tomorrow without bed rest. No matter how you divide it, wooden signs Neither is enough.
"New witch doctor, hurry up!" The patient was followed by soldiers. Seeing that he was taking too long, they began to urge him.
After determining the injuries of the patients one by one, Wu Dongfang began to distribute wooden signs. He gave the first four wooden signs to three women and a child of thirteen or fourteen years old. When in danger, protect women and children first. This is everyone's principle. .
He hesitated about the last wooden sign. There were two very serious patients. One of the women had a very strange disease. Her body was covered with blisters and her face was severely swollen. There was also a woman who was extremely thin and skinny, looking like a skeleton.
These two people are already terminally ill. The wooden sign cannot help them live, it can only let them die quietly.
Wu Dongfang was in a dilemma. In the end, he gave the last wooden sign to the thin woman, or to be precise, to the girl who was carrying her. The girl was only fifteen or sixteen years old. Her face was dirty and she could not be seen clearly. She looked like she was gritting her teeth all the time, her eyes were red but she was holding back from crying. This girl reminded him of himself when he was a child. He was bullied by older children but had no protection from his parents. At that time, the only thing he could do was bite Teeth, don’t beg for mercy and don’t give in.
The girl got the wooden sign, tears finally came down, and she cried and bowed to Wu Dongfang.
When the other party cried, Wu Dongfang discovered that the girl had no tongue, and her tongue had been cut off.
The soldiers drove those who did not get the wooden cards to the labor area. Wu Dongfang collapsed on the ground. He was a specially trained soldier and had seen too much blood and killing, but he had never seen such inhumane treatment. In modern times, even prisoners who are sick or injured can be treated, but these slaves cannot even get basic rest. This is not driving them to work, it is driving them to die.
"Ahem, cough, cough," the old man was exhaled by the thick smoke in the room, "You, you, you brat, cough, cough, did you do it on purpose..."
"Hurry up and bring the medicine box and go see them." Wu Dongfang got up.
"We can't go there." The old man looked around, "Where is the cook?"
"No." Wu Dongfang said angrily.
"You idiot." The old man curled his lips and said.
"These slaves have nothing, and you still exploit them and make them cook for you. You are really not a fool." Wu Dongfang turned back angrily.
The old man shook his head and walked over, "I said you were stupid not because you didn't leave a woman to cook, but because you issued the wrong sick card."
"I only sent out the ones with the most serious injuries." Wu Dongfang said.
"You should give it to those who are likely to survive, not those who are dying." The old man said.
Wu Dongfang was speechless.
"Sometimes what you want to do most and what is right are in conflict. Young man, you have to learn to control your emotions." The old man stretched out his hand and patted Wu Dongfang on the shoulder.
Wu Dongfang frowned and tilted his head to look at the old man. What the old man said was very philosophical, but what made him frown was that the old man had clearly come out of the house coughing. He shouldn't have seen him put the wooden sign. Who gave them to each other? The only reasonable explanation is that the old man had been secretly observing him and waited until he finished dividing the wooden cards before he pretended to cough and walked out of the house.
"What are you doing, why are you staring at me?" The old man tilted his head and raised his head.
"Tell me the truth, who are you?"