In the quiet woods, Mengzhu, who was leaning on a wooden stake, slowly sat up. She rubbed her lower back. Although she still felt severe pain all over her body and there were some holes in her burqa, this was not the case.
Very important.
This is not the first time she has been seriously injured like this in the free world. She has seen it a lot, so she naturally has some experience.
Under normal circumstances, if the player's character is seriously injured that almost bottoms out the blood volume, it will be difficult to recover on its own. At least there is no way to slowly restore the blood. However, in some cases, self-healing can be achieved, such as taking a medicine that is enough to heal the injury.
Potions, or know how to bandage and first aid, temporarily deal with your seriously injured body, or use more advanced magic to heal... Of course, in a place like Novice Village, a bottle of ordinary withered herb potion——
Even blood-restoring potions are difficult to obtain, let alone first-aid methods with similar skills and magicians like gods.
However, anyone can do a simple bandage, which only requires some strong and clean cloth strips. But Mengzhu was knocked to pieces by the wild boar, and several bones may have been broken, and the bandage was aimed at
No external injuries could be found.
The girl grinned and thought for a long time, but she couldn't think of any effective way. Apart from committing suicide, she seemed to have no choice but to crawl back slowly... Maybe she should find a wooden stick first? Maybe she could stand up with support.
.....
Mengzhu struggled, and took out a cloth belt from his waist with his left hand. He temporarily wrapped his right hand that could no longer be lifted up, and at the same time looked around. This is the edge of the forest, close to the grassland, with the clear calls of wild birds.
, various flowers and plants are scattered around, and there are some fallen leaves on the ground, but there is nothing that can be used as a walking stick...
In the forest in the distance, there is still the faint sound of the howling of wild boars. It seems that the bad uncle is not dead yet...
He is not dead yet! As expected, the lifespan of disasters is very long.
The girl thought bitterly, then leaned against the tree root with her hands on the ground, trying to stand up slowly, but failed several times, so she gradually gave up. She sat against the tree trunk, looking forward to it.
The system may be kind and allow her to recover a little from her injuries, and then consider how much she will lose this time. She even lost her weapon. If she doesn't want to die, she will have to spend another treatment fee when she goes back... But first she has to do it.
I can go back alive. By the way, there is also the bamboo basket, which was lent to me by the old woman in the herbal medicine shop. It is impossible to get it back now. I don’t know how to explain it to her when I go back. After a while,
I also thought about whether the uncle was already dead. It would be better if he died. He was so bad and kept throwing himself here and there. Then he realized whether the wild boar would come to find him again. When he thought about it,
It would be better for that uncle not to die...
Her thoughts began to scatter, and Mengzhu's spirit was in a trance. Her vision was wandering in all directions, and her consciousness was slowly drifting. In the hazy moment, she seemed to hear footsteps coming from around her.
Oops, if a player finds himself seriously injured, will he be robbed...
Subconsciously raising her body with one hand, Mengzhu tilted her head and looked in the direction outside the woods. Her right hand was still hanging by her side, and she clenched her left hand tightly, praying in her heart that the worst scenario in her imagination would not happen. Then,
A voice sounded behind her.
"What are you looking at? Did you call someone to save you..."
Mengzhu turned around and saw the bad uncle she had been thinking about for a long time.
"This way I can save energy and don't have to think of ways to send you back... Don't look at me like that. I know what you are thinking. You think I will be sent back to the novice village by that stupid pig.
." With this, Duan Qing walked over from the shadows of the woods. His clothes were ragged and his head was disheveled. Some bruises could still be vaguely seen on the skin exposed due to the torn clothes. The sun was about to set.
The sight was not very bright, and it was only after Duan Qing approached that Mengzhu noticed his miserable appearance.
Shock, surprise, and anger flowed through her heart in turn, and finally gradually calmed down. The girl curled her lips and wanted to mock Duan Qing's embarrassed image, but when the words came to her lips, she still had no words. Then, she
He noticed that behind Duan Qing, in the shadow of the trees, there was a person standing looking over.
To be precise, it's a bsp; "Okay, go back quickly, it's very dangerous here."
The man looked to be an uncle in his forties or fifties, with a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a resolute expression. Although he had a beard, the black beard was mixed with some gray. He was wearing a wheat-colored
Straw hat, wearing a red and black plaid shirt, gray overalls, and brown boots. The whole person exudes a reliable... farm uncle image.
Compared with Duan Qing, this uncle is obviously much more reliable.
But Mengzhu's first impression was not of a reliable uncle, but of a fierce uncle, because that uncle carried a huge pitchfork on his shoulder.
The long wooden pole reflects an oily light, which is proof that it has been used for a long time. However, the tip of the pitchfork that reflects the cold light looks very sharp, and there is no sign of wear. And at this moment, the sharp tip
It was covered in red and dripping with blood.
The uncle stood there with a calm look, and there was no indication that he had experienced any fierce battle before. After noticing Mengzhu's observation, the uncle turned his head towards the girl, and his stern expression became slightly relaxed.
Opened a little.
Being discovered... Realizing that it was not polite to stare at others, Mengzhu lowered his head in embarrassment. The uncle didn't pay attention. When Mengzhu looked up again, the uncle had disappeared.
, seems to have gone away.
Duan Qing looked at the dazed girl sitting on the ground and shook her head helplessly: "Hey, hey! Wake up!"
It’s really unscientific to actually survive...
"The stars are about to jump out."
Although he was beaten badly by a wild boar, he was rescued by someone later, but...but...
"You're the same uncle, why is your attitude so different?"
But this person is so annoying!
Under the setting sun, the miserable girl sitting on the ground suddenly burst out to the equally miserable man standing next to her: "You still have a face! Do you have an uncle? Look at your bird's nest head facing the sky, it's like a vegetable."
The look on your face, why didn't you die and wanted to be rescued? Just now you threw me so hard that I almost died. I asked you to throw me, I asked you to throw me..."
Chirping, chirping, chirping, the girl held on to her remaining life, waving her arms and beating Duan Qing's legs, complaining loudly, and she didn't look like a dying person at all.
"You are the one who is my uncle, and you are the one who is not an uncle... She is indeed a woman." Duan Qing ignored the girl's noise and knelt down to signal. Remembering that he had no way to go back, Mengzhu struggled.
After a while, she climbed up behind Duan Qing as if she was resigned to her fate and asked him to carry her up. However, it was definitely impossible for her to admit defeat, so she still said reluctantly: "I, I can do whatever I want! Still.
Yes, I am a girl! I am in my youth..."
"Okay, girls can do it, right? Sister Mengzhu?"
Mengzhu's face turned red again, and then he counterattacked angrily: "Don't call me that, are we familiar with each other? You just threw me so many times, and my body and mind were severely hit. I
I haven’t settled the accounts with you yet. You have to compensate me for the cost of my treatment..."
"Hey, if people who don't know hear this, they will think that I bullied you... Also, I'm very poor."
"Liar! You can even beat a wild boar, but how much money can you make?"
"So I didn't kill that wild boar, it was the... uh, uncle, he stabbed him to death with a fork..."
The afterglow of the setting sun spreads over the grassland in the south of Green Stone Village, as if coated with a layer of gold. The lush wild grass sways back and forth in the breeze, looking like a natural dance. A figure carrying a girl on his back is walking.
The dance of wild grass gradually passed through the dance venue. The seemingly energetic voice of the girl and the helpless response of the man alternated, and there was no trace that they were strangers they had just met today.
During this process, Duan Qing also vaguely explained to Mengzhu what happened in the woods just now.
Duan Qing struggled with the wild boar for a long time, and then a fork flew over and stabbed the wild boar in the head accurately. The wild boar died without even struggling. You can imagine its power. Then the uncle
Then he emerged from the darkness, walked to the body, pulled out the pitchfork, and after briefly asking about Duan Qing's condition, he led him out of the woods.
As for the process of how he got entangled, it was naturally explained in one stroke using Spring and Autumn's brushwork.
"Then the uncle appeared out of nowhere and wielded a demonic trident. He shouted loudly and pulled out the trident, swishing, swishing! The wild boar was forced to retreat step by step, unable to parry... Well, the wild boar seemed to
No weapons to parry..."
"Stop, stop, stop... I know, I know." Mengzhu stopped Duan Qing's nonsense book with a headache on his face, then frowned and thought: "But according to your description, I do think of a person.
"
"What, that Black Wind Evil God actually knows you? The heroine is really hiding her secrets. Dare you ask your name..."
"Cut the nonsense, do you want to know?"
"Think, think..." Duan Qing finally stopped his impromptu performance.
"Hmph..." The girl lying behind seemed to become happy, then lowered her head and placed her chin on Duan Qing's shoulder, and began to speak in a low voice: "This village has
There are many unbelievable legends, and many unconvinced people tried them, and they all died in the end..."
"Uh, I just finished my performance, you want to do another one, right?" Duan Qing received.
"Don't interrupt, the atmosphere is gone..." the girl called, and then continued to lower her voice: "The uncle just now must be the hunter in the forest from Novice Village Seven Unbelievables."
"It is said that if you are in danger in the Emerald Forest, the hunter will appear and lend a helping hand to you. You must accept the help of the hunter, and he will help you escape from the forest. But if you refuse
With his help, he will..."
"I'll kill you, right?" Duan Qing curled his lips in boredom, "I've been using this routine for how many years..."
"Hey, you're not afraid at all..."
The original lively voice was used to create a ghostly atmosphere, which was really hard to scare, but Duan Qing still smiled: "So, the uncle just now is the legendary hunter, right?"
"I made it up. But there's nothing wrong with the general content..." Mengzhu whispered: "But it's really... very similar, even though we were on the run for a long time...
....”
The two of them actually only escaped for more than ten minutes, but due to the tense state of the parties and the extremely fast attack and defense rhythm, the process felt very long. Duan Qing was also very aware of such "illusions", but he did not
Ming. He was just rethinking the uncle's performance and considering the possibilities.
After the silence lasted for a period of time, the entrance to the village was also at the feet of the two of them. Duan Qing, who had come back to his senses, seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and brought up the topic again: "What other weird stories are there, let's listen..."
"Ahem... For example, the village chief actually lived hundreds of years. I heard that if people in the village violated the rules, they would be sent to the village chief and then eaten by him. This is his longevity.
The secret of…”
"A year ago, an old man with a loud voice came to the village. He often sang some off-key tunes at the top of his voice. Every time a bard in the village passed by and sang, he would sing along, um, or cause trouble...
....If you don’t listen to him after singing, you will be beaten to death by him. Oh, by the way, he is very good at beating..."
"There is a house on the northern edge of the village, but no one is there. I can only see a boy. Every time I go near that house, I can hear him crying for his father..."
Just like a parent telling a story to a child at night, Mengzhu's intermittent voice gradually became heavier, as if the person who put the child to sleep was about to fall asleep the next moment. Duan Qing did not interrupt her ghost story.
, but calmly stepped forward and ran towards the east of the village. There is the only medical clinic in Greenstone Village, but Duan Qing has never been there before - the injuries he suffered today are already the ones he has suffered since entering the game.
His injuries were the most serious, but he was still able to move around.
The chattering voice behind him seemed to have never stopped, but the breath was gradually becoming inaudible. He was anxious, so he could only continue to chat with Mengzhu while searching: "Hey, how many did you have just now? Let me count.
Counting, it seems that there have been seven..."
"Really...how do I know how many there are..."
"You don't even know what you are talking about. You are so unbelievable... Hey, hey."
"..."
"Are you dead? If you die, just say 'I am dead' so that I can leave you and run away..."
"You are just...dead..."
Is there a concept of excessive blood loss in this game... The two of them are not in a team situation, and Duan Qing doesn't know what her state is or how much life she has left. He ran wildly, regardless of his physical strength.
After spending a lot of time, my eyes suddenly lit up when I passed through an alleyway, and I saw a sign with a red cross placed at the door of a certain lobby.
Thank God, the production team did not design a hospital badge in this game that fits the background of the free continent...
According to the population size of the village, one medical clinic is enough to receive the wounded. However, there are many new players in the Novice Village. Everyone does not know how to play, and injuries are commonplace. The wounded will naturally come one after another, and there will be no vacancies at all.
This hospital is not big, but it has a spacious place. There are many simple wooden beds in the lobby behind the door. There are many open windows on the white walls around it. The walls are also a bit old, suggesting that this hospital
The building is old. Several people in white uniforms walked back and forth between the hospital beds. From time to time they ran over to discuss with a person behind the counter at the door, then walked into a door behind the counter, and after a while they were holding something.
Come out and run to the hospital bed to continue treatment - I want to go to the room behind the door, which is probably where the medicine is stored.
The lobby was very quiet. When Duan Qing broke in, there were many players lying on hospital beds. Looking at the miserable conditions on those people, most of them were the kind that they could not solve themselves. A few of them looked very bad.
He also looked like he was either sick or poisoned. Duan Qing calmed down and laughed at himself for his panic just now.
"What am I afraid of? It's not really death, and there's no death penalty in this game..."
While muttering, Duan Qing understood in his heart that with the improvement of the realism of virtual technology, death has gradually become an issue that is unavoidable for everyone.
No one likes death, so no one likes to experience the feeling of death. In the early days of virtual games, due to the low degree of simulation, the game was still just a game, so players could ignore life and death and squander their lives at will. But any time
With the development of technology in recent years, the reality of death has gradually increased, and the pain and fear of death have gradually become unavoidable.
When the problem was put on the table, various universities, experts and scholars also launched protracted discussions on this issue. However, even today, no one can solve it perfectly. But no matter what, technology is still there.
The game is still going on, and players can only try to adapt to the feelings brought about by this unknown realm. As professional players in the alliance and veterans of virtual games, things like pain, stimulation, and death have all been eliminated.
It has become a common occurrence, but naturally most ordinary players cannot adapt to it, and do not want to adapt to these things.
So they all fear death.
After finding someone who looked like a doctor to understand the situation, Duan Qing settled the girl down and then walked to the counter, intending to pay the treatment fee in advance.
Sitting behind the counter was an old woman who looked very old, with a wrinkled face and curly brown hair. She was also wearing a doctor's standard white coat, with a wooden sign pinned to her chest.
Attending doctor: Claire. This is what Duan Qing saw from the wooden sign.
After paying twenty Ebri coins first, Duan Qing said that if it was not enough, he could deposit more. The old lady named Claire was quite kind, and her wrinkled lines became more zigzag with her smile: "No need.
Already..."
"Be more cautious when taking risks in the future and don't get hurt again." She said with a smile.
The old woman's warnings are always so heart-warming... After briefly explaining the girl's injuries, Duan Qing walked back to Mengzhu's bed and found that the girl was also looking at him blankly.
You——have nothing——,
Duan Qing did not make a sound, but mouthed to the girl. The expression was very exaggerated, and the grin made Mengzhu laugh again, and then he wrinkled his face in pain because of the injury.
"This...here is...where..."
"Hospital."
"I, I don't want...the treatment fee is so expensive..."
"Hey, twenty gold coins are too expensive for you, and you didn't allow me to pay for you in advance, but you forgot about it so quickly..."
Perhaps remembering something, Mengzhu turned sideways with difficulty to prevent Duan Qing from seeing his expression: "That, that's good..."
"Why should I remind you..." Duan Qing slapped himself in the face: "Forget it, I want to emphasize that it is an advance payment, an advance payment! You have to pay me back later...
.Hey, did you hear that...forget it, I'm leaving."
Looking at the girl's slightly red ears, Duan Qing shrugged helplessly. When an NPC in white came towards the girl's hospital bed, he turned around and walked out of the place. Therefore, he naturally didn't hear it and turned over.
Pay no attention to Duan Qing's girl's muttering voice with her eyes closed.
"I won't pay it back...thank you."
This chapter has been completed!