Chapter 107: Treatment of Chief Zhang

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

Chapter 107: Treatment of Chief Zhang

    “Jiu Feng, you have helped me a lot." Yan Mo put all the praise words to Jiu Feng.

    Even if Jiu Feng didn't understand much, he knew that its little Two Legged Monster was appreciating it, it happily crouched down, putting his head on the back of the soil chair, and making a pleasant sound in his throat.

    “After a while, you can play around here, but be careful of human attacks, don't worry about me, what do you want to do you can do it."

    “Oh." The two tender meats are for you, don't give other two Legged Monster.

    “Okay, but there are too many for us two. I will eat the tenderest part and throw the other scraps to them."

    Jiu Feng turned his head and listened to Mo Mo explaining the meaning of the scrap. He understood that it was all for Mo Mo and the part that Mo Mo doesn't like to eat.... Hey I often don't keeps the parts that I don't like to leave, letting other beasts and birds feed on it.

    “Oh." Yes, we don't eat them and throw them at them.

    Yan Mo laughed, and the change happened in this moment.

    Next, Zheng nodded to Da He, Da He and another warrior stepped forward The Old Priest arms.

    “Qiu Shi Da Ren has angered The Mountain God so take him to the tent to heal.”

    “Yes!” The Old Priest glared at him and yelled at Da He: “How dare you? Let me go!”

    Da He and The warriors did not change their movements or expressions, only pulling The Old Priest's arm.

    Whatever Qiu Ning wanted to shout, was not accomplished when he was dragged to the side by a warrior behind him.

    Several elders wanted to speak, and Zheng looked coldly and they closed their mouths.

    The Old Priest trembled with anger. Sure enough, once the Chief was not there, Zheng would beyond his control as he expected. His prestige in the warriors was too high and even exceeded him. Maybe, he really can't let Chief die, at least the current Chief still listened to him, and Hei Yuan Clan.

    The Old Priest didn't want this Priest to touch his own Chief. The idea of ​​loosing power had been shaken, and at this point, Zheng came to him and said a word in his ear.

    Yuan Zhan's ears were slightly moving. Looking up at Yan Mo and Yan Mo, who whispered to Jiu Feng on the soil platform, Yan Mo seemed to feel a little gaze and looked down at him.

    The two eyes met and they seemed to understand each other.

    The Old Priest suddenly snorted.

    Zheng stared at The Old Priest for a while, making sure he had defaulted permission, and immediately signaled Da He, and the two warriors immediately let go of The Old Priest and stepped back.

    Da He looked up at the white-headed boy on the soil platform and looked complicated. He had heard that the little slave wasn't Mo, and the ancestral Priest was just a little like that little slave, but he couldn't help but wonder if the two would be the same person. Isn't that little slave not a Priest disciple of Salt Mountain Tribe? He also cured the disease and saved people. Maybe Zhan is lying, maybe...

    Da He looked down and saw that he had only half of the right upper arm. If it wasn't for Little Mo, he couldn't be a warrior anymore, and it would be impossible for him or his family survive this winter. Qiu Shi Da Ren has always told people that he was the one who saved him. Every time he hears that he can't even say that the old bastard didn't.

    The Old Priest clenched his scepter and turned away, but turned back when he turned. He wanted to use the scepter to point to Yan Mo on the soil platform. After seeing Jiu Feng angry gaze at him the scepter drooped and he pointed it to Zheng, with a gloomy face he said: "If that Priest can't save the Chief, what would you say?"

    “What?" Yuan Zhan's narrow eyes hanged, and the whole face became fierce. "If it weren't for me, Mo wouldn't even want to come here. Qiu Shi Da Ren, let's see, The Mountain God Jiu Feng wants to leave with Mo Da Ren! Do you want to save Chief? I ask if you can't save the Chief how can you say that....then what about you can you save the Chief?”

    Zheng said nothing, only a approached The Old Priest step. Da He and another warrior immediately followed a step closer to The Old Priest.

    “You! Good! Good!" The Old Priest was mad again, he looked at Zheng, then turned around and look at the two equally bad-looking warriors behind him, took a scepter and turn around.

    Zheng gave Da He a look, Da He would like to, and keep up with The Old Priest with the warrior around him.

    The warriors separated silently watching The Old Priest striding back into the valley, and Qiu Ning also chased after him.

    Zheng cleaned up his expression and looked up at the earthen platform. He spoke with a loud voice: "Mo Da Ren, have we said that we can have a good exchange you can continue?"

    Yuan Zhan point at the soil platform, the soil platform lowered a little, when the feet stepped on the ground, Yan Mo stood up from the earth chair ,  “I speak, it is your people who don't want me to save you Chief."

    “This problem has been solved, Mo Da Ren, our Chief is already waiting for you!" Zheng showed the opened road.

    Jiu Feng didn't know that the situation was urgent. It looked down on the soil platform. He vomited a wind blade to Yuan Zhan. It now knows that this strange thing lowering down is definitely the work of that Two Legged Monster.

    Yuan Zhan flashed the wind blade in sidestep, and the wind blade landed on the earth, and a long crack was formed on the ground.




    The warriors didn't know what was going on at first.

    Until Jiu Feng “噗噗噗” spoke to Yuan Zhan with several wind blades.

    Yuan Zhan ducked them one by one, and patiently did not rush to attack the stinky bird.

    The warriors looked at the holes that fell on the ground, and they were deeply scratched. The Mountain God Da Ren was amazing!

    Yan Mo knew that Jiu Feng was having fun, and he smiled back at it. If Jiu Feng really wants to hurt them The Old Priest would have had already died, and Yuan Zhan will not be so easily killed.

    Jiu Feng saw Mo Mo laughing at him and thought that Mo Mo was happy when he did so. He became more proud and directly decided to kill Yuan Zhan.

    “puff!"

    Yuan Zhan turned over and volleyed, barely avoiding the wind blade. He was also angry. The soil on the soil platform arched and grabbed Jiu Feng's claws.

    “Hey!” Jiu Feng broke free from the soil, brushing the sky and flying up. Its shape was too large, and it was flat land and there was no way to stand around.

    The warriors evaded.

    Oh, it’s fun! Come to battle, fight again! Let's see how you will catch my feet this time!

    “Ah-Zhan, you play with Jiu Feng for a while, I am going to save people." Yan Mo smiled.

    “Don't think about it!" Yuan Zhan just learnt from his tribe's Priest Da Ren's rejection of his suggestion to change tribal rules over the past few days - he had asked the tribal rules to include the fact that Priest must be married to the Leader.

    Zheng looked helplessly and anxiously.

    Yan Mo also knows that saving people is like a dancing on fire. If Chief is really breathing, he can really get him back to life. If Chief is dead, it is not impossible for some of his plans to go on, but it will become a lot of trouble. After all, even if he saves One hundred Yuan Ji Tribe warriors, he is afraid it is not as useful as saving a Chief.

    “Jiu Feng!” Yan Mo pointed to the sky.

    Jiu Feng replied  “Hey" flew up the top of the valley, Mo Mo just promised it, tomorrow he will let it linger.

    Jiu Feng stood on the tallest tree at the top of the valley and looked down at the little Two Legged Monsters in the valley. He looked at his huge body and suddenly thinks that if it can grow bigger, it will become bigger. If it wants to grow smaller it will gets smaller, so that it can stay on Mo Mo's head and go wherever it wants to go with him.

    The sky was dark, and Zheng gave a command, and the warriors ignited a torch.

    Yan Mo let The Cannibal Bees also leave to find food, only Red Wings and Flying Thorn were still on his shoulders.

    Seeing that The Cannibal Bees was flying fast, everyone in the valley exhaled.

    And the white-headed teenager who didn't have those Cannibal Bees was not as terrible as they were.

    In a short while, other non-war warriors hidden deep in the valley saw the warriors’ heads clutching the torches and they surrounded them to walk quickly.

    The Old Priest has been back here, standing next to Chief, his cold face and wondering what he is thinking.

    There are already a lot of fires on this open space, and there are several torches in the open space where Chief Zhang was

    Qiu Ning was depressed. He was just stunned by The Old Priest. He was in a bad mood, he also screamed a few words to the female slave who took care of Chief: "Where did you go? Why didn't you take care of Chief Da Ren? If there is something  that go wrong with the Chief, you are going to die!"

    Da He looked coldly at the two men playing against the slaves.

    Cao Ting didn't care about Qiu Ning. She was working like crazy. Many injured people needed her to take care of them. There were so few people in the valley. She was too busy. Although she focused on taking care of Chief, she looked after so many people. She couldn't bear to look at them and not help, so she helped wipe and wash, and didn't let the wound continue to be infected like Little Mo said.

    In the past, she had no chance to approach Chief, but now there are not enough slaves in the tribe and the people who are careful, can go care for people, and since she knows a little herbal medicine they are only counting her. The Old Priest didn't agree to let her take care of Chief at first, but Zheng Da Ren had a tough request, and The Old Priest and Qiu Ning had to do a lot of other things, and had no time to take care of Chief, plus Chief was already... Finally she was sent to the side of Chief.




    She also heard that Zhan was coming back, but she couldn't leave the Chief and ru  to the front to see him. She could only keep thinking when she was busy: Da Ren is still alive, then Little Mo?

    Yan Mo has seen Cao Ting who was wiping his body.

    Seeing this gentle and kind woman, Yan Mo's lips floated with a gentle smile. If Yuan Ji Tribe still has someone to can make him worry, it is probably only Cao Ting.

    Diao, the two brothers, Yuan Shan and Yuan He, they are all okay because they used to be kind to him, and Cao Ting was really good to him, although she was only doing because she was asked by her Da Ren Diao, but she took  care of him more than the needed. If there was a degree of human beings can be divided from one to ten. Cao Ting could only do 10% for him, but in fact she have paid 120% sincerity.

    Zheng didn't know that Yan Mo knew Cao Ting, and when he stared at the female slave. He said directly: "She is Cao Ting. She took care of people. I have seen that the wounded and sick who have been taken care of by her have recovered faster than others and little died. She knows a lot, she is no worse than Priest disciple Qiu Ning."

    Of course, I taught her! Yan Mo smiled. Although he did not teach Cao Ting for the sake of time, the knowledge made Cao Ting a no-brainer in this primitive world. There may be times when Cao Ting can perform better than some chaotic Priest. He has some fragmented SCUM VALUE, many of which are probably contributed by Cao Ting using the knowledge he taught her

    Diao's footsteps stopped he felt the meaning of Zheng words if the white-headed boy looked at Cao Ting, Zheng will definitely give Cao Ting to the other party. But he didn't want him to, Cao Ting was his woman. He hadn't seen Cao Ting as a slave. If Zheng had to give Cao Ting to the white-headed boy, then he would follow Cao Ting.

    Cao Ting heard the sound of the footsteps and raised his head subconsciously.

    drink! What happened? How come all the warriors' heads come?

    Cao Ting's gaze naturally fell on the two people who are led by the warriors.

    That is……? !

    Cao Ting stood up and was near overcame with tears.

    Everyone thought that Cao Ting would be like this because of Zheng, but Diao, Da He and Lie all know who Cao Ting really looked at. They also know what Cao Ting was going to check places with some herbs and care for the wounds, because of this, Cao Ting was valued, even as a slave, she was also be taken away with the tribe when it was occupied.

    Yan Mo walked to the front of the animal skin with the hay underneath, ignoring The Old Priest and others who were also standing next to the Chief. He looked down at Chief's situation and smiled at Cao Ting: "You take good care of him."

    Yan Mo didn't tell the truth, he looked at Chief Zhang's face and the exposed wound. This is obviously man who is dying, but he has no unpleasant smell of purulent rotting smell and there is not a lot of flies around flying around him, this means that the person caring for him is very diligent, and the wounds are handled very well."

    Cao Ting's lips trembled, and she wanted to call his name.

    The Whitehead boy put his finger on his lips, and Cao Ting understood the meaning of the gesture and smiled with tears. Little Mo is still alive, this is great!

    Yan Mo turned to Yuan Zhan and said. “Don't let anyone approach me."

    Yuan Zhan looked at Zheng, Zheng nodded, and a circle of warriors came up and surrounded the open space.

    Zheng looked at The Old Priest again, The Old Priest only stepped back two steps. "I have to look things here!"

    Yuan Zhan stood by Yan Mo and he wouldn't let anyone close to him.

    All the warriors' heads and elders did not leave, and Chief's wife and children came out. The woman of Chief was a very quiet, very few people knew her. She was holding a child who would only lick his fingers and only stood by the elders. The man on the animal skin was tired and sad.

    Others may be proud of their man being Chief, and she only feels tired.

    Because her man is Chief, when the tribe lacks food, their child is always the first to be eaten, the first time she pleaded, the second time she struggles, the third time, the fourth time... she gradually grew numb, she didn't want to birth more children, but she still had her fifth child.

    She sometimes looks at the man who is about to die. If he dies, will this child live?

    No one knows what Chief's wife is thinking, and Yan Mo sat sideways next to Chief.

    Cao Ting was shocked, she found something looked wrong now. Why do the warriors look at Little Mo with awesome eyes? Do they know that Little Mo will have some magical ways to save people?

    And... Why did Little Mo's hair turn white?

    Cao Ting was not very concerned about Yan Mo's slightly vicissitudes. People here are like this, life is too hard, food is not enough, people can easily get old.

    “He is very hurt and is almost dying. He won't last two days." Yan Mo said to Zheng.

    The Old Priest sneered disdainfully. Everyone knows this kind of thing, I don't believe it, the Chief is like this, you can save people back!

    Zheng did not feel disappointed, he just asked: "Can you save?"

    Yan Mo also only answered one word: "Yes."

    All the warriors are ecstatic!

    The Old Priest eyes widened, impossible, this person is lying!

    “As I said, I have to pay a great price to save people, and your Chief is too hurt and his life is almost gone. I can't cure him all at once."

    “Of course." Zheng immediately said that he did not expect Whitehead teenager could restore the Chief to the way he was before the injury. "As long as you can let us live the Chief, as long as he can stand up again, I will give you a slave."




    Yan Mo smiled. "I like to be clear before I do things, you should say the conditions well, so that you won’t ask for a hindrance.”

He can ask the Yuan Ji Tribe people to thank him and give him a slave automatically, but he doesn’t think it’s necessary, so it’s clearer. Ok, save him a lot of thoughts on the intrigue that he is not good at.

    Zheng understands and asked: "How many slaves do you want?"

    “For the first time, I want a hundred healthy warriors and a hundred healthy women."

    “No!" The Old Priest was categorically refusing before Zheng spoke: "You are a greedy one, the tribe can not give so many warriors and women to you."

    Yan Mo was not angry, only asked: "So, do you think your chief is not worth switching with two hundred people?"

    Can The Old Priest be worth it? He can't say that he can only look at the heads of other elders and warriors, and he said with a gloomy face: "Do you agree with this exchange?"

    Zheng finally asked Yan Mo once: "Can you really save our Chief?"

    If it was in the past life Yan Mo, who was repeatedly suspected and questioned by the patient's family, would have had already turned his face away, but now he had to endured it, and he replied with a smile again:

    “Yes ."

"Good!" Zheng promised: "I will give you a hundred warriors and a hundred women!"

    “Very good, the second rescue, if you need more to be rescued, let's talk again." Yan Mo was satisfied with Zheng, he hates bargaining, then The Old Priest obviously wants press the "price" down, but Zheng did not cooperate with him, which is good.

    The transaction price was negotiated, and Yan Mo did not make a fool of himself. He directly held the right hand of Chief Zhang.

    Seeing the Whitehead boy holding Chief's hand, he closed his eyes and stopped talking, and the scene became very quiet.

    But soon, someone exclaimed, it was Qiu Ning, who was relatively close.

    This young boy is unable to control his emotions. He has been staring at the white-headed boy, and his eyes have seen his face become a little old.

    The change of Yan Mo, the person standing in the circle around him saw it. Even if someone could not see his face, the body that the teenager gradually succumbed also indicated that he was consuming his own life force.

    Yuan Zhan was very uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that he didn't want to watch at Yan Mo again, but he forced himself to watch.

    Every time Yan Mo bless others, he will feel that his heart is constantly being stabbed by something sharp. He is not willing to let him bless others, including him.

    At this time, Yan Mo also shed tears in his heart.

    If you calculate a person's vitality in terms of one hundred, Chief Zhang probably only has 0.1 life  left in him. He "blesses" Zhang, unlike other people who he blessed.  Although he blessed many people they didn't use much vitality. How much vitality is used, and Zhang actually took 50% of his maximum limit on the ground.

    Such a blessing do not say that five times a day, that is, once a day can make him suffer for a whole day, but this consumes half of vitality, although it is not real consumption, but the pain actually exists on the ground.

    “God! Chief, he..." Diao pointed to Chief's body and was incoherent.

    Not only Diao, including The Old Priest, all the people who stared at Chief saw the magical scene that they could not imagine.

    Chief Zhang's wounds were healing. Although the torches are not as bright as white, they can still see that the color of the black and rotted wounds kept changing rapidly. They also saw that the black liquid like the dirt flowing out of the wound and gradually turns into a bright red. .

    When the blood turns red, the wounds gathered more quickly, as if the snow surface that had been slashed with a knife was suddenly smoothed by hand, and the wounds became a red mark when they were gathered, and the red marks faded a little. Soon even the red marks could not be seen, and the wounds were like never existed.

    The part of the bruising that was purple bleeding or swollen disappeared and the blue-violet marks quickly dissipated.

    It was wonderful that all the new injuries that would cause damage to Zheng disappeared, but the old scars on his body still existed, just as the healers knew not to waste vitality on the old wounds that were harmless.

    Yan Mo's actions have completely exceeded the imagination of these people. They thought that the white-headed teenager could wake up Chief at most, but they didn't think he could do this!

    This is not the power of mortals at all, this is the true power of God!

    The Old Priest dropped his head. He didn't want to admit it, but the power of the other side was clearly the power of God.

    Cao Ting was lost. Is this person really Little Mo?

    The warriors' head almost put their right fists on the left chest at the same time. They didn't think so much with The Old Priest. They just saw the white-headed boy exchange for their Chief life with his own life! They even thought that for such a force, such a price, two hundred slaves really is not much.

    “Call-!" Chief Zhang suddenly made a long exhalation.

    “Chief!" A dozen screams rang at the same time.

    The people outside are not aware of the changes in the situation. Many people even heard that the Chief had gone to see the Mother God.

    But soon they heard a huge cheer.

    “Chief woke up! Chief is alive!” The excitement and excited cheered through the valley like a wave.

    The people of Yuan Ji Tribe are happy and crazy. Many warriors yelled and screamed, and the women cried on the spot and the valley was full of joy.

    Zheng opened his eyes and saw the white-haired man holding his hand at a glance.

    “Are you awake? Very good." The white-haired man gave him a hoarse smile.

    Zheng slowly sat up and The Old Priest wanted to come over and was stopped by Da He.

    Zheng walked up to Zhang, kneeling on one knee, his eyes red and he screamed: "Chief!"




    “I just thought I saw Great God Jia Mo." Zheng let out a bold laugh, he did not push the hands of the white hair, Instead, he clenched it.

    Very comfortable, it let him come back full of strength, it was like being soaked in the warm, gentle, powerful power of God. Although he never experienced the power of the power of God, he felt that what he now feels is the power of God.

    “Who are you?" Zheng involuntarily lowered his voice and asked the white-haired person.

    The white-haired man smiled at him and his body suddenly fell backwards.

    Yuan Zhan hugged Yan Mo and held him in his arms like a child, putting his head on his shoulder. In this way, Mo had to bless him once more but he didn’t have much energy today. Instead of letting someone lie on the cold ground, or let others accidentally touch him, it’s better if he were to hold him.

    Zheng got up and turned to Yan Mo. He used a wooden spear to slam the ground and yelled at the same time: "Hey!"

 "Hey!" The other warriors looked at Yan Mo at the same time and slammed the wooden spear to the ground.

    “Hey! Hey! Hey!"

 "Hey! Hey! Hey!"

    The same chant the same movement in the row of warriors in the war, until the warriors of the whole valley all joined this behavior.

    Yuan Zhan looked at the warriors with Yan Mo. He knew that the warriors of Yuan Ji Tribe expressed their greatest respect to Yan Mo.

    Yan Mo who was on Yuan Zhan's shoulder and was weak and said: "Let them not waste it. If you have the strength, you will help me cook the meat sent by Jiu Feng, heaven.....I'm starved!"




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