Banished to Another World, Chapter 4: The Price of Not Saving

Banished-To-Another-World 《异世流放》 Yi Shi Liu Fang   

Banished to Another World, Chapter 4: The Price of Not Saving

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A blood-soaked man carried a bloody man. Yan Mo went and looked at the person followed by several people behind him. Someone was holding a spear in his hand with blood on his body. The woman and children cried while running.

Several people ran towards the tent that the woman came out from. They vaguely heard someone shouting: “Did you go to the healer yet?”

“I already went.” Somebody replied.

Cao Tong slammed a hand on her mouth and squatted down. She said: “That person is the 3rd Rank warrior, Da He. Seeing how badly he is hurt, I do not know if he can be saved. If he cannot be saved then his family...It will be a bad situation later.”

Yan Mo took back his gaze. The warrior whose name was Da He had a broken leg with the bones poking out of the skin. He also suspect there is an injury on the abdomen; otherwise, it was impossible for him to bleed so much.

Based on the amount of blood that dripped on the man who carried him. If the bleeding isn’t stopped within the hour, then this man called Da He will go and meet The Death King in the Afterlife.

This could be an opportunity for Yan Mo; unfortunately, it wasn’t the best time for him.

Yan Mo bowed his head and pretended to unwittingly spread his right palm. He saw a book appearing yet again. The opened book was lit with similar content as last time.

-Teach other knowledge, scum value -1, total scum value is 99999998 points.

What is this? What is the use of it?

If it was someone who was “uninformed” who saw such thing appearing in their own palm, then they might freak out at first.

But Yan Mo is different. Yan Mo, who worked under prominent households and had committed himself a good person, who tried to make himself better than others, who did everything he can to make money, who spent a lot of time on learning things such as drilling and working on various business-related activities; Yan Mo who lived to thirty-nine years without playing a single online game and without reading a network novel even the martial arts novel that everyone in junior high went crazy for, who only used the TV for watching news and barely other programs and who barely went out to watch movies became familiar with the so called rebirth. He also suffered from the fact that several children in the movie and news have committed suicide in order to cross over.

He always felt that his time is lacking like he has a shortage of time. He couldn’t even understand why the young people could spend so much time surfing the internet and talking about wasteful things like love.

If those people who were wasting time gave their lives to him, his achievements before his death would definitely be more than that, and he would use those extra lives to make himself more powerful, perhaps then he can escape...

He may be “Lonely and ignorant”, he too have heard of that the local government judge has a merit book that records all the creatures of the world. (I think he’s referring to omnipotent God) Did the thing that appeared on his right palm belong to the same series? This thing appeared directly in front of him. Is it to warn him? Does it play the role of a prison guard?

So Yan Mo seeing such a thing, first of all was not excited but...felt anger at being controlled and monitored by another!

Yan Mo sneered at the word scum that appeared in the Banished ScumGuide.

In the words of his own grandmother, there was no good omen when he was born.

Although he felt that he was a very honest and kind man, he was a child. Everyone said it so he did not bother to denying it.

His thoughts were accidentally caught in the memories of the past, which made Yan Mo very grim and hateful of his current life.

He didn’t like recalling the past because he hated the memories of his previous 20 year old self or what he was before the age of twenty. He didn’t like his family, his friends, his relatives, and the people he met in those 20 years. He despised that period of time.

When he reached the age of twenty, he told himself that he will never allow himself to regret anything in the future. 

Sometimes people accidentally takes the wrong step and commits a mistake bit by bit until they are unable to turn back. They can understand their mistake: sadly they can only move forward.

In fact, he always knew he was on the wrong path. His outlook on life, values, and morality were ruined, but he was stubborn and reluctant to admit that he was making mistakes or even sinning until he lost most of the goodness in his life. He is now willing to exchange all the treasures to get back to that time.

He suddenly thought of the words he used to curse and insult God before he died.

He couldn’t recall the exact words he said, but he seemed to remember mentioning God’s penis. He seemed to curse God by saying he was an unfair man, and ask why he wants to bring retribution to the innocent head. He had a lot of anger. It was his last vent as well as his only regret.

Did cursing God have anything to do with his transmigration?

What does the Banishment Guide that appeared on his palms implicitly indicate?

He has now reduced his scum aloud by two points. If he reduced the scum value by 100 million points, what can he get? What does God plan to do with him?

Yan Mo is a very realistic person. He didn’t believe God will make him save the world. He has to make a copy of his Guide to record his merits.

Regardless of this “person” who brought him to this world, the other party must have a purpose.

“I need a promise?” Yan Mo said to his right hand in Chinese.

Cao Ting looked up at him. “What did you say?”

Yam Mo smiled weakly. “Nothing, just a few spells that the old priest handed to me, saying that it can sped up healing and drive away the disease?”

“Oh, sorry. I should not be bothering you then?” Cao Ting said in a hurry.

“It’s nothing. You didn’t interrupt.” Yan Mo gave Cao Ting peace of mind before he contend to ask his right hand.

“I want a promise! If I honestly stay in this world to reform and reach zero scum, then what can you give me?” The book this not respond and it did not seem to have a communication function.

Yan Mo was not discouraged, he muttered to himself: “Since you are the guide, then you should at least tempt me to take action. Why do you ignore me? Guide... book... since it is a book, how can it answer me? Of course you have to check it for yourself, the book... Do you have a directory? You have it, right? I want to see the directory! Show me the directory!”

The book responded this time. Several pages have been turned over and a page titled “Directory” appeared.

Yan Mo scanned the content and deemed that 90% of the guide can lead him to the answer he seeks; however, now is not a good time to read this. Yan Mo took a deep breath, clenched his right , and let go of his suspicions. He continued to deal with his injuries.

The rotten meat has been scraped, revealing the fresh flesh and blood below.

He picked up the wooden scooper that was also boiled, and took a spoonful of water. Yan Mo took a sip and felt that the salt concentrations was still okay.

“Oh, aughhh!” Yan Mo trembled, the blood vessels on his neck and head bulged and the five sense twisted.

Cao Ting scared her ass off before she sat down on the ground. After reacting, she immediately rushed over and asked: “What happened little Mo? What did you do? God!”

Yan Mo sweated. He leaned on the water tank for a while to restore his balance.

He cannot do this. In the absence of numbing drugs, the concentration of salt in the water not only played the role of blood coagulant but also disinfectant. His wounds have been infected for too long so even if the wound appears new, he didn’t care and endured the pain,

Cao Ting did not understand why Yan Mo had tortured himself. Not only did he use the stone knife to scrape his own meat, but he also poured salt water. Is this the treatment taught by the Salt Mountain priest? Ancestor! The priest is crueler than the old priest of Yuan tribe.

Hey, this child is too pitiful. In the future, not only will he have to be a enslaved man, but he will also have to suffer such crime first. There was absolutely no idea in Cao Ting’s heart on how Yan Mo can heal his broken leg. She felt that Yan Mo can make his wounds heal well. It will be very bad if he doesn’t die like the other slaves.

The screams from Yan Mo did not attract the attention of others. There were many slaves screaming for various reasons.

Moreover, the crying from Da He’s tent was enough to cover up the nearby noises.

Yan Mo sat up straight, and laid his right leg down. Because he didn’t eat properly these days, he felt that when he laid down, he couldn’t move at all. Still, like the wound, there seemed to be a strange energy in his body that kept him going.

Thirst, hunger, pain, dizziness... these negative feelings didn’t disappear. It was as if someone‘s deep hatred was directed at him. In order to punish him, he was repeatedly tortured while barely hanging onto his life and making him be conscious while he “enjoys” everything.

Yan Mo, who was sweating profusely, looked up lazily and raised a middle finger towards the blue sky.

Cao Ting thought Yan Mo was still casting a spell.

Four tall, dark-skinned tattooed warriors accompanied an old man with a scepter and a teenager on the small road.

Yan Mo turned his head and guessed the identity of the old man.

As soon as he saw the old man, Cao Ting immediately changed her expression. Yan Mo, who was sat on the water tank, was pushed down on his face, “Don’t move, close your eyes!”

Cao Ting spoke quickly and quietly. Seeing Yan Mo, she changed her mind and made him kneel until the old man and the warriors passed.

None of the six people who passed by gave them a look.

Cao Ting slightly turned sideways and secretly peeked at the old man who was walking into Da He tent. She gently sighed with relief and relaxed the suppressing hand on Yan Mo.

“Who is that?” Yan Mo asked while he slowly sat up with Cao Ting’s help.

“It is the priest and his disciple. Later, you must remember, looking at the warriors is good, but when you see the priests, elders, and chiefs, you must bow down and not look at them no matter what you are doing at that time. If you cannot bow down just lie down or squat down while pretending to be dead.”

“If I do not do that?”

Cao Ting gently looked at him. “Then even your Master cannot keep you from receiving a punishment.”

“What punishment will I get?”

“Punishment? Oh, it depends on their mood at the time.”

Yan Mo: the evil of slavery in society!

But even if he isn’t a slave, just by the face of the old priest he can tell that the other is not a person; if he offends him, he will not have any good fruit to eat.

“Can the priest treat the injuries on Da He?” Yan Mo asked in a low voice.

“Of course.” Cao Ting’s reply was genuine faith.

“Oh?” It seems that the priest’s medical skills are more powerful than he thought.

It’s just that the priest is not on par with him. If he goes out of the way to treat the injury, he may not be able to ask for a reward. Maybe he would even be hated by the priest.

These high-powered people are used to being worshiped by the common folks. Will they be happy to be beaten up by a young boy?

Imagine an old professor who is highly respected in the medical field has encountered a case that cannot be handled. Others said that the patient cannot be saved. As a result, an intern jumped out and claimed he can cure this disease since it is too simple. Wouldn’t this make the professor lose his face?

Looking at the professor, can he turn to look at him differently? Can he count on the people to worship him immediately?

Shit! He still have to hope that the old professor is a kind, generous, open-minded, and a really good person.

He had never touch such person before, and the lesson in life were adequate enough. The old priest and his experience lording over people, he dared to bet with his own life that this person is definitely not a broad-minded Lord.

In that’s the case, this time he will not take the lead and honestly take care of his own injuries first instead of saving the other.

Can Ting wiped the sweat from Yan Mo and fed him some water. Seeing he began to play with his wounds again, she instantly felt this child was strong.

If the Salt Mountain people were not attacked by the Zhi people, would the child grow into a powerful warrior? Maybe he can reach the 3rd Rank?

But now it was impossible. Cao Ting’s eyes fell on Yan Mo’s broken leg.

No matter how strong the warrior is, once he is disabled, he will be downgraded; most will completely become civilians. Although, as a reward, the property before the demotion of the warriors will not be taken away, but since there is no way for civilians to contribute more to the tribe, how can the tribe support the extra slave and family?

Yan Mo didn’t see the sympathy from Cao Ting. He didn’t plan to be a slave all the time, waiting to be injured...

Yan Mo asked for Cao Ting to give him the small stone pot. He used a stone knife as a scraper and the eucalyptus leaves were evenly applied over the wound.

“Sister, I want to ask you to help me a little. It’s very simple, don’t be afraid, grab my leg like this...right, just grab it.”

Yan Mo instructed Cao Ting to grab his right leg. “I need to correctly connect the broken bones, but now because the bones were broke for little longer, the flesh shrunk. You need to pull the leg first in order to realign it. Look at my head. When I nod, you will rotate the calf in your direction until you reach the broken bone. You can do it.”

Yan Mo felt like Cao Ting wasn’t able to understand the words so he repeated them three time until Cao Ting hesitated.

He breathed and found a peeled wooden stick with just the right size. He stuffed it between his teeth. The young girl helped grip his right leg and took a deep breath. Yan Mo was sitting in a downward direction, after he made some mental preparation, he nodded to Cao Ting.

Cao Ting didn’t use too much force, she didn’t dare; however, her strength was obviously bigger than Yan Mo anticipated. Only a slight turn-

“Mmph!” Yan Mo bit the stick in his mouth. He can’t faint now!

As the skin was pulled apart, he immediately straightened the leg bones and reconnected the broken bones as closely as possible.

Applying the eucalyptus leaf juice, this stuff is not useful for healing broken bones but at least it can reduce inflammation and stop the bleeding.

Grabbing the wooden sticks he placed on the left and right side of his leg in advance, he affixed them on the sides of the broken legs and secured them with the straw.

1] Joell55: this is like the primitive way of POP

Yan Mo’s processing speed is quite fast. Although he has various problems and his character is not good, he still have real skills in hand. He cannot be an embarrassment to others and to himself.

When Yan Mo dealt with himself, the teenager who was next to the priest came out of Da He tent with a wooden stick. He placed the stick into the fire pit to burn.

After a while, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” sounds of screaming broke through the sky and it resonated far and wide.

Yan Mo’s hand was tying the straw rope tightly when he smelled the faint stench of burnt flesh. But he only paused a bit, before he continued to deal with himself as if nothing happened... Why is it shining again?

Yan Mo opened his right palm and saw what was written in the book this tim:

-Not saving a dying man, scum value increased by +10, total scum value is 100000008.

This word disappeared after five seconds and another sentence appeared:

-The scum value exceeded 100 million. The punishment of torture is to be imposed on the Banished Scum 8 times. In order not to affect the daily reformation of the Banished Scum, the penalty is 1 round of torture per night. The second implementation, so as not to reduce the value of the scum.

Yan Mo: ...fuck me!

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