Chapter 81

The Awu people were surprised at first, but after their patriarch shouted so repeatedly, many people also cheered with joy and excitement.

There are still dead and wounded all over the place, and there are still many clansmen moaning in pain, but the Awu people see hope, and even the faces of the injured show a desire for life and an inexplicable sense of pride.

The old man didn't cheer, he just stared at the boy and walked slowly to the boy's side.

Are you a priest of God? "The old man is suspicious.

Yan Mo also knows that his current image is not shocking at all, but he can make up for it with his temperament.

Yes, are you the clan witch here? I need your help. "The boy smiled and said calmly.

The old man couldn't understand, Yan Mo wanted this effect, and he also extended his hand to the old man.

The old man hesitated.

After three seconds, Yan Mo put down his hands, got up, and followed the Awu people who came to transport the injured to the largest tent of the Awu people - he was going to die of cold! It's so hard not to tremble!

The old man opened his mouth, and the priest gave up on him? This this……

Chapter 57 Speechless...

The little monster's raid brought a certain loss to the Awu people, who were not many. This was the result of Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo's help. If there were no two people, the Awu people would probably have lost more than half of their population today.

In the past, those monsters would only attack the lonely clansmen, and if they launched such a large-scale attack on their residences like today, they must be trying to kill them all.

After an inventory, there were only 67 people in the Awu people. In the first battle just now, a total of 6 people died and 19 people were seriously injured. Except for the 14 children who were really small in hiding in the tent, no matter the degree of the others All were injured a little.

And the little monsters that were left behind were also counted, which was only counted with the help of Yuan Zhan, including the correct population of the Awu tribe.

All fifty-two little monsters were killed, and no one was left alive.

When Yan Mo heard that the little monster didn't stay alive, he deliberately looked at his right hand. Fortunately, the guide didn't have any special response. The murder probably didn't happen in front of his eyes.

This is also the rigidity of the guide. If an individual is observing his behavior, then it must be inferred from his words and deeds that he means to kill with a knife, but the rigid guide will only judge according to the most direct facts.

The Awu people who were not dead were sent to Yan Mo one after another. This was one of the things Yan Mo did on behalf of the Awu Patriarch.

The wounded who were sent and the two people who were brought back the first made a total of 21, while the others felt that their injuries were not serious, and they were too embarrassed to go to the priest of God.

More than half of the 21 seriously injured people felt that it was impossible for the Awu people to live any longer, and they could only delay the day, but the priest told them not to give up, so they sent them all.

The two largest tents have been quickly packed out.

Yan Mo intends to divide the injuries of the injured into two tents according to their priorities. During the shunting process, he can puncture some of the injured with gold needles that are too late to deal with, are in serious condition or are bleeding nonstop. The method can temporarily stop the bleeding or make it temporarily coma.

When Yan Mo showed the golden needle, the Awu people he saw were not very surprised, because they didn't know the product and thought it was a thorn with a strange appearance and material.

But when they saw the bald boy piercing the thorns into the bodies of some injured companions, the bleeding that could not be stopped by those injured companions gradually stopped, while some clansmen who could not help screaming and rolling in pain fell asleep peacefully. , the gaze they looked at the young man was more than awe.

The old clan witch, who had been watching Yan Mo's every move, murmured strangely.

Yan Mo almost didn't hold back his expression when he heard the murmur, the old clan witch used his limited imagination to give his golden needle a new name, soul-fixing thorns." He thought he used those magical soul-fixing thorns to fix it. The soul of the Awu people, and the old clan witch probably wanted to help him, using a strange tones like a spell and a prayer to help him stop those souls and prevent them from leaving.

Yan Mo looked at the old clan witch.

The old man felt his gaze, and immediately stopped whispering and looked back at him.

Yan Mo stretched out his hand and was about to speak.

The old clan witch took a flying step, and with an unimaginable speed and agility of an old man, jumped in front of Yan Mo, and took the initiative to put his forehead against the outstretched hand.

Yuan Zhan's eyes twitched, who had been paying attention to Yan Mo's side.

"..." Yan Mo with a cracked expression coughed and said, "There are many wounded, and I need you to help me deal with the lesser wounded."

The old clan witch replied solemnly and respectfully: Hmm. "

If you have a better way to heal our people, please let me know. "

The old clan witch took a step back and suddenly turned around and ran away.

"..." Yan silently retracted his hand. Is there really nothing wrong with this old clan witch? But normal people wouldn't throw children into the lake, right?

The old clan witch brought Yan Mo the secret medicine that he usually used to save his clansmen.

Yan Mo finally understood what the old man meant. The old man was telling him with facts that this was the treatment he knew.

Yan Mo smelt the darkness, not like before.

The sharp nose could only distinguish one medicinal herb he knew, and then he picked another one, only to be pulled by a large hand when it was brought to the tongue.

It's okay, I have the numbers. "His body is his support. If he is really poisoned, he will not die. And he can get a prescription at the price of immortality, which is still very cost-effective.

Yuan Zhan still refused to let go.

Yan Mo had no choice but to give up the method of simply judging the medicinal properties by touching the tip of his tongue.

This probably has a certain hemostatic and anti-inflammatory effect. "Yan Mo returned the black stuff in the skull to the old clan witch and continued to stretch out his hand, but today you can try my medicine and see which one works better."

With a look of awe on the old man's face, he placed his forehead on Yan Mo's palm. The priests of the gods did not blame him, did not abandon him, and even planned to teach him new and better medicines and witchcraft.

You come in with me, if you have an assistant... I mean disciple, you can let him come in with me, I need helpers who are more clever and steady. Yan Mo withdrew his hand, turned and walked into the tent of the seriously injured patient. The old man followed closely behind, only calling a young man before entering the tent.

When the young man heard that he was called, he jumped up excitedly. He was also injured, but he ignored the wound on his body and rushed into the tent.

Some people wanted to watch the fun and wanted to follow, but they were stopped at the entrance of the tent by the people arranged by the patriarch Awu: The priest said that other people could not enter. "

Yan Mo walked into the tent and wanted to quit when he saw the environment inside and smelled the smell inside.

However, it is so cold outside that it is unrealistic to leave the patient outside for treatment. His hands are frozen and unable to perform surgery or needles, and the injured person will not be able to support because of the cold.

In fact, the tents used for heating and lighting are not suitable for him to treat the wounded. First of all, the brightness is not enough. Although his eyesight is surprisingly good now, it is not so good that he can also see the human meridians and blood vessels in the shadows. See it clearly.

What he needs most now is a shadowless lamp and a nurse, but these are obviously extravagant hopes. This ghost place doesn't even have mirrors that reflect light.

After thinking about it again and again, Yan Mo asked the old clan witch and his disciples to wait for a while. He exited the tent, and was about to instruct the Awu clan chief to temporarily surround an isolated space with shòu skin, but he changed his mind temporarily when he saw the original war.

They fear you and appreciate you, but that's not enough, Lord Chief, you have to show them what makes you different from them, and show them the power of the blood of God in front of them all. "

what do you want me to do? "Knowing that the Awu people couldn't understand their words, Yuan Zhan, who was cautious by nature, was still close to Yan Mo and whispered.

I need you to temporarily create a house without a roof, as long as it is two meters high, can shelter from the wind, and can last two days without collapsing. "

How big is it? "

It's about the size of our stone house. "

Yes, but I need rest and food. "Actually, the original battle that consumes a lot of money is not very sure, but he wants to try.

Yan Mo nodded. There was no need for them to remind them. Patriarch Awu had already arranged for them to prepare food and water for them. On a fire at the entrance of the tent, two rabbits had been roasted with wooden sticks. At the entrance of the tent, there were several other fires that were temporarily created according to Yan Mo's instructions, with stone pots on them to boil water.

The smell of barbecue came out, and Yan Mo heard a lot of swallowing sounds, including several women who came to bring him clean water.

Yan Mo took the water and smiled at the woman who brought him the water.

The woman stared at him closely, as if she wanted to reach out and touch him, but in the end she didn't dare to reach out.

Yan Mo didn't notice the woman's desire, he was attracted by the water container in his hand.

This semi-circular water container is probably made of the shell of some kind of hard fruit. He has never seen similar fruit in the woods. I don't know if the season is wrong, or this thing only exists in Awu. near the family residence.

Yan Mo didn't drink the water, he just pretended to hold up the nut shell and made a gesture of drinking water. In fact, he didn't even touch the water on his lips. It's fine to say that he was too careful, or that he was a foreigner. In short, he didn't want to drink the raw water that had not been boiled and had some dust floating on it.

The Awu people have all gathered, including the children hiding in the tent, who are preparing a fire in the open space in front of the tent area.

They don't want to put those little monsters on the fire now, and then have a barbecue meeting?

Yan Mo immediately turned back to the tent when he saw the two Awu people grab the body of a little monster and carry it towards the small lake below.

No one knew what Yan Mo, the old clan witch and their disciples did in the tent for the seriously wounded. When Yan Mo was called out by Yuan Zhan, the old clan witch personally sent him to the entrance of the tent, with awe on his face. It has become an almost devout religious expression.

Is it ok? "Yan Mo asked Yuan Zhan.