Chapter 1

"Exile in Another World" by Yi Renbei

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The scumbag doctor was exiled to a cruel and cruel world for forced transformation!

Yan Mohun, who completely offended God, went to another world and realized the cruel environment he was in not long after waking up.

He was knocked unconscious and carried back to reserve food for the winter.

His tribe is a super spartan primitive tribe.

People here only value two points: combat effectiveness! Fighting power!

The former's combat power is used on the battlefield, the latter's combat power...

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see a doctor? Chinese medicine? Drink bitter dregs? What is that? Are you trying to murder the warriors of this tribe? kill!

grow wheat? Raising pigs? We are soldiers, not slaves! kill!

Teaching women to make clothes and cook? Make soap and perfume for them? Damn, even seduce the women of the tribe! kill!

You say you are the messenger of God? To lead us to a better life? Very good, give you one day, you can conquer all our enemies and bring them back as slaves. If you can't do it, kill them!

Yan Mo,..."

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Special Note 1: The background of this story is a primitive society, and the three views of primitive people have not yet been established. Please enter with caution!

Special Note 2: The protagonist of this story is a scum, and being exiled to a primitive society is being transformed. Please enter with caution!

Content Labels: Another World Continent Farming Text Traveling through Time and Space Ability Search

Keywords: Protagonist: Yan Mo

Supporting Actors: Primal War, Primordial Tribe

Others: Chinese medicine, Chinese herbal medicine, farming text, otherworldly continents, supernatural powers

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Editor's review

Yan Mohun, who completely offended God, went to another world and realized that he was in a cruel environment not long after waking up.

Not only was he penniless, but he was also abandoned by his tribe in the wilderness with a broken leg. After finally finding someone, he was stunned by a man with a knife and carried back to reserve food for winter.

When he woke up and found that someone in the tribe was injured, Yan Mo, who became a slave and could not protect himself, thought to himself that it was not the best time for him to take action. As a result, the system prompted: If you die once, the scum value is +10, and the total scum value is 1. 8 million...

The protagonist suffered a lot of misery. He didn't have a thick golden finger. Not only did he want nothing, but he couldn't make a high-profile show. Otherwise, he would be killed by a monster every minute. You can't even save it! People have to sweat for him and also look forward to how he can survive. Love, the fragrance of herbs, and the knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine and Chinese herbal medicine interspersed in the text all reveal the author's rigorous and serious attitude towards writing.

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Chapter 1 The First Day - Struggling to Survive

The withered weeds do not know whether they have been over-eaten by herbivores, or because they are extremely dry, almost no grass can be seen, only hard and gray-colored grass roots can be seen.

Some grasslands have been gnawed away, leaving only desertified land.

A gray-black hare emerged from the sand and looked around sensitively. Seeing that there was no threat, it lowered its head and gnawed at the roots. Winter is coming, and all animals must store as much fat as possible during this last period of time. , in order to survive the long winter.

In the distance, a tall figure grabbed a spear with a sharpened head, and silently approached the fat rabbit like a wild leopard.

Swish! "

The rabbit's feet shook for a while, and it was not stabbed to death by the spear, but its head was smashed by the spear.

The figure jumped close, grabbed the hare whose head was flat but the fur was intact, tied the rabbit's feet with a straw rope and hung it on the barb of the spear.

The visitor was about to leave, but suddenly stopped and bent over to examine the ground carefully.

On the slightly sandy grass, a trace appeared from west to east, as if something like a wooden stake was dragging over it.

The visitor straightened his waist and followed the trace all the way. The trace was very long, extending forward.

The tall and dark man rubbed his fingers, raised his hand and smelled it. He felt blood on the ground, and he was gān, but there was still a clear smell of blood. Whether it was an animal or a person, whoever left the blood should leave for no more than half a day. .

Wounded animal or human, what does it represent?

The man licked his lips, his long and narrow black eyes revealing cruelty and greed, and his face with scars and strange lines was even more cruel.

There are too few rabbits, he must find more food.

Following the traces all the way to the east, there was a small grassy beach about five miles away.

There is a depression in the middle of the grassy beach, which is not called a water pool. There is turbid muddy water and a lot of water-loving weeds growing in the water. The deep depression is the only water source that can be found in the nearby twenty miles.

At this time, there was a human being who did not know whether to live or die by the puddle.

This man doesn't know if he is exhausted or exhausted his last breath of life, he crawled

At the edge of the puddle, a hand has been inserted into the puddle, but his mouth has not touched the water surface after all.

The human was wearing his upper body with only a straw rope tied around his waist. Judging from the exposed skin, this human was not very old, and he was not very tall. Can see some meat.

The flies gathered from nowhere. In addition to the flies, some unnamed insects regarded the human beings who fell by the puddle as a feast for today and the next few days, and soon found their place on the human body. , ready for dinner.

In particular, this person had the most bugs on his right leg.

This man had a fairly large wound on his right leg, as if some wild shòu had bitten his knee up a little bit, biting off all the bones. The rope was tied tightly, but I don't know if it was due to the heat or the lack of medical treatment. The skin around the wound was so rotten that it began to ooze pus, and a large number of white maggots crawled around the wound.

A black beetle bit the rotten flesh on the leg, and even tore a piece with huge pincers, holding a sharp triangular skull and trying to drill into the fresh flesh inside.

The person lying on the ground shook all over, and was woken up by the pain.

Hold……! "

Yan Mo couldn't believe that he passed out like this. It took him nearly a day to climb to this water source. He thought that he had plunged into the puddle and drank, but he passed out.

Yan Mo ignored the severe pain in the wound on his right leg, propped up his body, fell forward, and buried his head in the puddle.

The water wasn't cold, it was still a little warm, but it was cool enough for someone who had been exposed to the sun for a day, at least to cool his head a little bit.

Yan Mo didn't drink the water in the puddle, he just cleared his mind.

If such dirty water is not filtered, with his current injury and condition, there is a chance that he will have a big problem after drinking it.

When he crawled over just now, he had already scouted a little and found animal footprints by the puddle. Based on his many years of medical experience, the water didn't seem to be poisonous. Think about how to drink it.

Now he found that he was likely to have a fever again due to an infection of the wound, and he couldn't wait for the water to settle, so let him cool down first.

It wasn't until he couldn't hold his breath that Yan Mo stuck his head out of the puddle. Thanks to the scorching weather and the desert-like climate, there were no aquatic creatures in the puddle except for weeds.

There are advantages and disadvantages. He originally wanted to find two leeches to help him suck the blood near the wound. The leeches can be dried and ground into powder to treat bruises and fractures. It also has a certain effect on fracture treatment. possible.

Yan Mo propped up his upper body, put away his injured right leg, and looked down to see that the black beetle had drilled half of its body into his wound.

Instead of pulling it out with his fingers, he tore off a hard grass root and used it as the tip of a knife. He slashed his own flesh with cruelty, and forcefully picked out the half-drilled beetle from the flesh and blood.

Blood came out, Yan Mo stretched out his hand into the puddle, stretched his wrist down, and dug all the way to the bottom of the puddle. He dug out a large amount of muddy mud under the sand and rubbed it on the wound.

This is the simplest and most unavoidable way to stop bleeding.

He picked out all the small bugs that had eaten on the wound, leaving only the white maggots that gnawed on carrion. Yan Mo's mouth curled slightly, revealing a very mocking smile.

Dragging his legs, Yan Mo lay down on the side of the puddle again and picked up a handful of water. The water contained a lot of sand. If he wanted to wait for it to settle completely, he had to put it in another container for at least a day.

After drinking this kind of water with high sand content, even if it can quench his thirst for a while, it will make him more thirsty after a while, but he can't bear it anymore.

Death of thirst now, or death of thirst in the future? Did he die of thirst, or did he die of illness from drinking unclean water?

Yan Mo found a place that seemed to be fairly clean, and brushed away the dust and other objects that were visible to the naked eye floating on the upper layer of the water with his hands.

The slightly strange-smelling water flowed down his lungs through his throat, and the whole body seemed to be moisturised. Even if the water was difficult to drink, he still drank one sip after another, which not only temporarily quenched his thirst, but also filled him with water.

After drinking the water, he sat on the spot and rested for a while. He tried to ignore the pain in his legs. Anyway, he had no better treatment now.

He stretched his head and looked at the water, the shadow of the water was shaking, but he could vaguely see what he looked like now.

A mess of straw, half-length hair, an itchy scalp, and I don't know how many lice are in it.

When he touched his face, it was fairly smooth. He didn't have a beard on his chin, so he should be young. Looking at his skin and touching his bones, Yan Mo guessed that his body should be between twelve and sixteen years old. The difference will be so big. First, he can't see his face clearly. Second, the environment here is special. He can't tell his age just by looking at his skin. People in the desert have always developed earlier, so he can't correctly judge his age.

It would be nice to have a knife, and even better to have a lighter.