MTL - Banished to Another World-Chapter 2 Times 2

He had a pain in his neck and a pain in his right leg.

He is very hungry and very thirsty, but he does not dare to marry, nor dare to climb out to find food, even if he wants to climb is impossible, his two wrists are tied to the stakes, his current posture Long-lived like a long-handed man lying on the ground.

This is an unusually simple grass shed. The top of the shed is simply covered with a hay, but the sparse one can see the outside sun.

The grass shed is not too big. The visual inspection is about forty square meters. It is divided into two rows, one in the middle, and one in the middle.

The two rows of cockroaches are not all humans, but also some living animals. I don't know if this is the reason. This straw shed has a very unpleasant smell, which can make people vomit.

At the beginning, he thought he was saved, but the scene he saw soon after he woke up made him no longer have this idea.

Just half an hour ago, there was a black man on the wooden pole two feet away from him. The man was also injured. He looked heavier than him. His head was bleeding and he was always in a coma. But I have never woken up.

Soon after, a strong man with a slightly protruding belly came in. The strong man walked around the grass shed and finally stopped at the man. He licked him and saw that he had no reaction. He walked over and solved the problem. Open, just dragging him out with one arm.

Strictly just sleep on the outermost side of the straw shed, as long as you can see the scene outside the shed.

There is a small square outside the grass shed. There is a big wooden stake in the center of the square, and an axe is inserted in the pile.

There are people working in the square, some are weaving weeds, some are cooking or pickling.

Strictly seeing the strong man coming in, he wanted to beg for a glass of water. If he could eat the bowl, it would be even more beautiful, but after seeing the behavior of the strong man, he closed his mouth wisely, and the man from him The eyes swept over the face are not like pity.

The strong man dragged the comatose man to the center of the square, put the man's head on the stake, and pulled up the axe on the stake.

Strict heartbeat suddenly becomes faster.

The strong man raised his axe, and he didn't hesitate. Just like he used to work, an axe went down and took the man's head off.

A lot of blood spurted out.

The men and women who lived around the square only looked at them casually, and no one cares much about this scene.

As a doctor's strictness, he was used to bloody, and he almost cried out when he saw this scene.

What happened later was to let the silence be called, and he even held his breath.

After the brawny took off the head of the comatose man, he was on the ground next to the wooden pillar, and the man was dismembered with an axe. By the way, he digs the unwanted internal organs.

Finally, the coma man was smashed into pieces of meat, which were divided into three wooden basins, which were taken away by different men and women, and the intestines and other internal organs that were inedible were carried by the brawny in the tub. , thrown to those carnivores that are still alive.

Strictly resisted the vomiting.

He felt that the back neck was particularly painful, and even his head hurts, hurting to the point that he could barely bear it.

About a very strict look made the brawny not very happy. When the strong man walked past him, he deliberately kicked his injured right leg.

"Ah!" screamed with a sigh of pain. The flies and mosquitoes that fell on him also flew up because of his movement, but they did not want to go.

The brawny did not take care of him and went straight out of the straw shed.

Outside the shouts of brawny, it seems that they are drinking and working.

Gradually, he couldn’t feel the rest of the world anymore, and he fainted again.

Strictly made a dream in the fire, the dream is very long, very real, and after waking up, he can't even tell whether it is a dream or a fact that happened in the past.

But he knew that it was definitely not something that happened in his past life. It should be the old memory of the young man he was wearing in his brain.

Perhaps he accepted this physical reason, the memory of the boy belongs to his original memory, as if he had passed away two times.

It is not a comfortable thing to integrate the memory of another person. Maybe he should be grateful that this boy is not old enough. His memory is only a short fourteen years. If he wears an old man, it will be a huge number of hundreds of years. Memory does not know whether it will cause his brain to collapse. Even if it does not collapse, it will greatly affect his original mature personality and three views.

The fusion of memories is very useful, at least let him have a general understanding of the environment, the most gratifying thing is that he can understand the language of the nearby tribes, as long as they can understand, exporting is only a matter of time.

Unfortunately, the teenager does not know much.

In the memory that belongs to him, the boy’s name is black, this is not a jealousy here, but a kind of auspicious animal that predicts the harvest of the grain. It is said that as long as the animal named 狡 appears, where is it? Will get a great harvest.

The black pheasant was born in a tribe called the Yanshan tribe. Hearing the name of the tribe, it is known that the tribe's place of residence is likely to produce salt.

Because the tribe has a salt cave, it is not bad compared to other tribes. The tribes are basically not hungry, but because of this salt cave, they are targeted by many tribes. I retired several times, but lost to another, more powerful tribe, five days ago, and finally fled with the rest of the tribe.

Blackbird was bitten by wild beasts on the way to the tribes and looking for a new place to settle. He was abandoned by the tribe because he was infected with fever, and his parents and older brothers were abandoned among his people.

However, this kind of abandonment is not criticized here. It is already a matter of fact that his people did not take him as a grain directly and took it with salt.

The localities are poor and the customs are also rampant. Within the scope of the black scorpion, several large tribes in the vicinity have the custom of eating people. Some powerful tribes will even attack other weak tribes in the winter of extreme lack of food. Most of the people caught will It is made into bacon, and only a small part will be left as a slave.

In addition to the tribes, there are also cities where the super-large tribes are merged. They are divided into upper, middle, and lower thirds, but the teenagers have only heard of them. They have never been to. They have not even stepped out of their own tribes.

After a close integration of these memories, I stared silently at the shacks for a long time.

A large hand flicked the flying fly, and grabbed his hair and picked up his head.

The stern expression changed immediately, from the expressionless face to the pleasing, even if his scalp was caught and hurt.

"Not yet dead?" The fierce man on his face was astonished.

He glanced at the teenager's right leg, where the wound looked more horrible, the locust had already covered half of the leg, mixed with concentrated water and blood, and the bare/exposed skin was bitten by mosquitoes, and the teenager was A rotten stench and urinary smell, no one here will heal a deadly reserve grain, and naturally no one will help him clean it up.

Yes, my life is big. Suddenly, he was also very surprised. He roughly counted it. It took about two days from the injury to the present. If it is an ordinary person, the injury is so heavy, and there is an infection. In the absence of medical treatment, he is 100% unhelpful. Even if you save, you have to cut off the injured leg.

However, when he woke up again, he noticed his own wound. The surface purulence was very serious, but the layer of pus was removed from the surface. The flesh inside was still fresh, and there was no spoilage. The blood in the legs also flowed normally. Although the bone is a bit black, the spoilage is not serious. As long as it can be properly treated and used, it is hopeful to recover.

However, just because the wound is always in a fresh state, he has to always feel the pain that he can't ignore, even in a coma.

But these words he can not say to the fierce man, can only express his gratitude with sincere face: "Thank you for saving..." When the words were not finished, the man pulled his hair and pulled it out of the straw shed.

He was so painful that he couldn’t resist.

"No... don't... kill me... beg you!"

A pleading for mercy is stuttering. Although he can understand what the tribe said, he wants to speak fluently and needs some practice.

The man stopped and threw him to the ground, stepping on his chest with one foot, one hand on his lap and bending over. "I didn't see you yesterday. The fat dog said that it was slaughtered this afternoon. You, I was going to lick your heart before the fat dog started, so as not to waste, I didn't expect you to come over."

"I... I can... do a lot... things, beg you... don't kill me, I..."

"What can you do?" The man stretched his foot and dialed his shrinking child's roots - his only straw belt and straw pocket were also taken down.

"Your right leg is already rotten. If you want to live, you must cut it. A slave with a broken leg? I would rather have a 40-year-old wife. The black light is the same as the fire. She can still do things."

Strictly hate the heart, but pleaded on the mouth: "No... cut off, I understand... herbal medicine, I will... treat myself, I will... get better, beg you..."

"Do you understand herbs?" The man's expression is not believed.

"Really, I understand!"

"Which tribe are you?"

"Salt Mountain." Yan Mou licked his lips, his throat has been thirsty and cracked quickly, which is more terrible than hunger. But fortunately, he didn't eat anything, otherwise he would not only sleep in his own urine, but also had to get in touch with his own feces.

"I know the Salt Mountain priests and also know his disciples. You are not one of them." The man sneered.

"I really understand!" Severely swelled the remaining strength of the whole body and hugged the man's thighs, pleading: "Give me... seven days, I will... let the wounds... get better, if not, you... how Like... all right!"

"Do you want me to raise you for seven days? Don't you know that winter is coming soon? If you lie, I have to waste seven days of food for you, not only, I have to take you out to find herbs." The man is obviously not willing.

"I will... Repay you! I swear! I am fine... I can do a lot of things..."

The man grabbed his hair again.

The child's face is dirty, but the face is not dead before, maybe raising, can really support?

The man is hesitating. He has only one slave quota. He gave the kid. Before he climbs to the third-level fighter, he can no longer have another slave. If there is a tribe behind to sell more beautiful and healthy men and women, he will eat. The big loss, although this kid does not want money, but before he is injured, he has to post it, and it hurts like this. In the short term, he will not be able to do even the code.

But if no one has sold slaves in the near future? The tribe does not seem to have a war, no war, naturally there is no slave who does not want money. And he wants a slave for himself for a long time. The appearance of this kid is also quite appetizing, just raise a little meat...

Strictness is also desperately searching for opportunities to survive. During the men's thinking, he swept the square and the shed around again and again.

There are indeed some weedy plants on the ground and under the wall, but most of them don’t even know! I don’t know if I know the plant that I judged.

Here……

When I came here the first day, I was very skeptical, but because I saw few creatures, such as flies, mosquitoes, and the like, he was almost the same as he knew, so he was as suspicious as possible. Think in the right direction.

But now he has not found a herb he is familiar with, which is too strange. Herbal medicines, basically as long as they can grow from the ground, will have certain medicinal value, and he has been studying herbs for many years, and dare not say that all the herbs are recorded, but generally used and relatively special, he can recognize them.

Is it really not the earth here?

and many more! what is that?

In the back of the straw shed, a wild grass figure was exposed.

Finally I saw a match with my own memory! Strictly, the more we look at the wild grass, the more like an herb that I know.

The man’s eyes are opposite to the strictness, and he is about to open his mouth to tell his decision.

Strictly already shouted: "Look there! That's big!"

"What?" The man's gaze looked in the direction of the finger.

"Dayu, an herb that can eliminate inflammation and detoxify serum. Can you take me to look at it? If so, I can use it now."

This sentence is said to be stuttering, but the expression of the man seems to understand.

When he pointed to a wild grass and shouted to stop bleeding, many men and women working on both sides of the square looked in the direction he pointed.

The man lifted his temper and held him behind the straw shed.

"Is this what you said?" The man threw the silence to the ground again.

Suddenly hurt by the pain of broken bones, I took a breath of cold air and bite the roots tightly, so that I would not feel faint again.

Hold up the upper body and drag your legs close to the weeds.

The edge of the leaf is tooth-shaped, and the tip of the leaf like a sawtooth is like a needle tip. It has white filamentous hair, and the stems and leaves are alternate...

That's right, this is big.

Behind the shed, there was more than one plant, and the scattered ones grew a small piece.

Strictly reaching out and touching the blades of the big cockroach, spit out a long breath, he also worried that it is really a desert area, even if the place where people live is sand, but fortunately, can grow up, indicating that the water and soil here is not yet Really bad to the point of only sand.

"Knife, fire, pot, clean water, I want to deal with... a little... wound." Surely staring at his right palm, his eyes solidified.

——Identify a kind of herb, the scum value is -1, and the total scum value is 99999999 points.

The book-shaped light curtain in the center of the palm hangs this sentence for five seconds, and then closes it up, showing a line of cursive characters on the cover: the guide to exile!

Men don't really believe in teenagers. They also have priests in their tribes, but they have never told them that weeds of this shape are useful. On the contrary, because the weeds are toothy and the leaves are sharp, they all classify them as thorns. Cutting the cubs in the tribe generally causes the slaves to remove the weeds.

However, watching the surprise expression of a teenager is not like a lie.

Or let him try this weed, if it is really useful, it is also good for their tribe, if it is useless, it is also his own.

"I will give you this opportunity, but you only have this opportunity. If you dare to lie to me, I will take care of you as alive, and cut a piece of meat every day until you breathe." The man slowly said.

Suddenly and quickly regained his gaze on his right hand, he bet that this is definitely not intimidating him. This person will definitely do it.

Unconsciously clenching his right hand, the teenager raised his head and piled up a grateful and flattering smile. "I swear, I am telling the truth. Can adults enjoy me a drink first?"