Chapter 57: Everyone is speechless...  

The raid of the little monster brought a certain loss to The Awu Tribe, which was not much. This is the result of the help from Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo. If these two people weren't here, The Awu Tribe would likely to lose more than half of its population today.

In the past, those monsters only attacked the people who venture out other tribal land, they never launched such a large-scale attack on their place of residence as they did today. It was definitely their intention to drag them and put them in a nest.

After the inventory, of all the only 67-member of The Awu who went out in the first battle, there only 6 people killed, and 19 people who were seriously injured. Apart from those hiding in the tent, there are really fourteen children, no matter how much others suffered these kids were hurt a little.

The left monsters were also counted out, but they were still counted by Yuan Zhan, who could count correct including the correct population of The Awu Tribe.

Fifty-two little monsters were all killed, and not one of them lived.

Yan Mo heard that none of little monsters had not lived and let it at that but he also carefully looked at his right hand. Fortunately, The Guide did not have any special reaction. There was no murder in front of him. The Guide could not say that he watched as the dying suffer.

This is also the rigid part of The Guide. It was like an individual who is observing his behavior, so he must infer it from his words and deeds that he won't kill, but the rigid Guide will only judge according to the most direct facts.

Example if you saw or heard other creatures suffering or future suffering and did nothing about it.

The Awu Tribe members who had not died, were sent to Yan Mo in succession. This is one of the things that Yan Mo left to The Awu Tribe Chief.

The wounded and the two people brought back at the earliest, there a total of 21 people, while others admitted that their injuries were not heavy, and they did not have the intention to go to God's Priest.

More than half of the twenty-six serious injuries, The Awu Tribe felt that it was impossible for them to live any longer, the will only to drag the days, but The Young Priest told them to not give up, so they were sent.

The two largest tents have been rushy made out.

Yan Mo intends to first assign the injuries of these injured people to different tents according to their priorities. During the diversion process, he can use the golden needles to stop the wounds that are too serious to handle or if the situation is serious or the blood flow is inadequate. The acupuncture temporarily stops bleeding or temporarily stuns it.

When Yan Mo showed the gold needle, The Awu Tribe were not surprised, because they didn't know what it was, they were thinking that it was a strange thorn with a long look and made of a strangle material.

But when they saw the bald boy poking it in the body of some injured companions, the bleeding that the injured companions could not be stopped gradually stopped, some people who could not help screaming from pain and tumbling fell asleep quietly. To The Awu Tribesmen eyes on the teenager there is more than awe.

They have been paying attention to the strange whisper from The Awu Tribe Old Tribe Priest.

Yan Mo heard the whisper and almost didn't hold his expression. The Old Tribe Priest used his limited imagination to give his golden needle a new name, "Soul Thorn". He thought he used those thorn needle to enhance magical souls. The soul of The Awu Tribe were fixed, and The Old Tribe Priest probably wanted to help him, with strange gestures like spells and prayers to help him scream at those souls and prevent them from leaving.

Yan Mo looked at The Old Tribe Priest.

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

Yan Mo reached out and was about to speak.

The Old Tribe Priest took a quick run and reached and stood in front of Yan Mo with a quick and agile unimaginable in an old man, and he took the initiative to stick his forehead to the outstretched hand.

Yuan Zhan, who has been paying attention to Yan Mo, has been twitching with laughter.

"..." Yan Mo, who had a cracked expression, coughed and said: "There are more injured, I need you to help me deal with a few people who are less injured."

The Old Tribe Priest replied solemnly and reverently: " Okay....If you have a better way to treat your people, please let me know."

The Old Tribe Priest stepped back and suddenly turned and flew.

"..." Yan Mo silently took back his hand. Is this The Old Tribe Priest possibly mentally ill? But a normal person will not throw children into the lake?

The Old Tribe Priest gave Yan Mo the secret medicine he used to save the people.

Yan Mo finally understood the meaning of The Old man. The Old man told him the facts. This is the means of treatment he will always use.

Yan Mo smelled the darkness powder its scent was not as sharp as he had expected to only identified a medicinal material he knew, and then he picked it up, but was caught by a big hand when he wanted to send it to the tongue.

"Itsokay I will be fine."

His body is his biggest mystery and if he us poisoned, Yan Mo knows he will not die. And if he can change the prescription at the cost of immortality, which is still very cost-effective.

Yuan Zhan still refuses to let go.

Yan Mo had to give up the method of judging the medicinal properties through the tip of the tongue.

"This has a certain anti-blood and anti-inflammatory effect." Yan Mo returned the black paste in the skull to The Old Tribe Priest and continued to reach out. "But today you can try my medicine and see which effect is good."

The Old man's face with awesome look put his forehead onYan Mo's palm. God's Priest did not blame him, he did not abandon him, and he even planned to teach him new, better Priest and Witchcraft Healing Method.

"You come in with me, if you have an assistant... I mean a Disciple, you can let him come in together with you, I need a smart and steady helper." Yan Mo retracted his hand and turned into a tent that had the seriously injured patient. The Old man followed suit step by step and only called a young man before entering the tent.

When the young man heard that he was callee, he jumped up excitedly. He was also injured, but he rushed into the tent without worrying about the wound on his body.

Some people want to watch the excitement and want to follow up. At the entrance of the tent, they were stopped by the people arranged by The Awu Tribe Chief: "Priest Da Ren said that other people can't enter."

Yan Mo walked into the tent to see the environment inside and the smell inside just about to made him quit walking in further

But outside the tent is so cold, it is not realistic to leave the patient outside for treatment. His hands were nearly frozen and there is no way to perform surgery and needles, and the wounds can not be treated well because of the cold.

In fact, this is the tent that is used for warmth during winter and its lighting is not suitable for him to treat the wound. First of all, the brightness is not enough. Although his eyesight is so good now, it is not good enough for him to get a clear picture of the blood vessels in the human body in the shadow.

What he needs most now is the shadowless lamp and the nurse, but this is obviously a luxury he can't have here. This ghost place has no reflective mirror items.

After considering it over and over again, Yan Mo asked The Old Tribe Priest to wait for his Disciple. He left the tent and was about to tell The Awu Tribe Chief to use a hide to temporarily surround an isolation space, but temporarily changed his mind when he saw Yuan Zhan.

"They are afraid of you, they want to thank you, but they do not think its enough, you should act as a Chief, you have to let them see just how you are different from them, control the soil in front of all of them, let them see the warrior blessed with the blood of God strength with their own eyes."

"What do you want me to do?" Knowing that The Awu Tribe can't understand them, Yuan Zhan, who is cautious, still stuck to Yan Mo, whispering.

"I need you to temporarily make a house without a roof. As long as it is two meters high, it has to prevent the cold from coming wind and it has to hold on for two days without collapsing."

"How big?"

"It's almost as big as our stone house."

"Yes, But I need rest and food." In fact, Yuan Zhan, who had just consumed a lot of strength fighting those little monsters, is not sure, but he wanted to try.

Yan Mo nodded, and without paying attention ti Yuan Zhan he told The Awu Tribe Chief to arranged for people to prepare food and water for them. Just on a fire in the door of the tent, two rabbits had been barbecued with wooden sticks. There were several other fires that were temporarily made by Yan Mo at the mouth of the tent. The stone pot was used to boil water.

The barbecue smell came out, and Yan Mo saw a lot of people swallowing their saliva, including several women who came to give him water.

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

The woman stared at him and seemed to want to reach out and touch him, but she still didn't dare to reach out.

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

This semi-circular water container is made of a relatively hard fruit shell. He has never seen a similar fruit in the woods. He doesn't know if the season is wrong, or if it only exists near The Awu people's lands.

Yan Mo didn't drink the water. He only pretended to pick up the shell and make a gesture of drinking water. In fact, the water inside did not even touch his lips. He felt that he had to be careful to not let them see that he was a foreigner. In short, this water was not boiled, and there was some dusty raw water floating on it. He didn't want to drink it at all.

The Awu Tribe has all gathered, including the children hiding in the tent, who are preparing the fire on the open space in front of the tent area.

Do you think they don't want to put those little monsters on the fire now, then open the barbecue meeting?

When he saw two of The Awu Tribe grabbing the body of a small monster and carrying it to the small lake underneath, Yan Mo immediately turned back to the tent.

No one knows what Yan Mo and The Old Tribe Priest and his Disciples did in the seriously wounded tent. When Yan Mo was called out by Yuan Zhan, The Old Tribe Priest personally sent him to the tent, his face the awe has become like a near super-devout Christian expression after seeing the lame walk.

“Yes?" Yan Mo asked Yuan Zhan.

“Just here?"

“On the ground."

Yuan Zhan walked around the tent in front of the tent. All Wu Tribe who saw his behavior couldn't understand what he was doing, but they soon understood.

Yuan Zhan stopped on the open space in front of the two tents where the wounded were placed.

Then the open space turned out to be like a living tremoring land, the ground was agitated, a soil wall quickly rose, and quickly thickened, the height of this wall soon exceeded the height of the block, even if the thickness is not as good, but it still looks very solid.

A wall erected and emerged in front The Awu Tribe's astonished and awe-inspiring eyes, Yuan Zhan used the fastest speed he could use to make four walls.

The Awu Tribe Chief was extremely envious of Yuan Zhan's sacred ability. Of course, he is not only one with this envy.

Yuan Zhan's ability is something that Awu Tribe has never seen before. It is like how a Human-face Bird who can spit invisible sharp edge wind and in their hearts this ability belongs to the power of God.

Some people with lower mental or mental sorrow have thought of Yuan Zhan as a terrible and invincible existence.

"Do you want to treat the wounded Awu people here?" Yuan Zhan was clearly out of breath, but pretended that everything was casual, and his appearance is much more arrogant than Yan Mo, only his body and the fiercely visibly muscles are enough to shock The Awu Tribe.

Yan Mo reached out and Yuan Zhan snorted and patted his forehead.

Yan Mo... simply slapped his head and waited for him to get angry, and quickly took the pulse of the youth.

Yuan Zhan was not angry. If he doesn't want Yan Mo to grab his wrist, Yan Mo wouldn't catch it.

Yan Mo was a bit worried about Yuan Zhan. Of course, this worry is not worry for the warrior. He just doesn't want to lose such a good warrior so quickly.

It was just a very random routine check, but after feeling Yuan Zhan's pulse, Yan Mo frowned.

What is going on? This pulse is abnormal, but it doesn't feel like when Zhan had overdrawn his strength. The last pulse was completely different from this one.

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