Wu Dongfang counted and found that there were five wooden signs in total, "Why are there only five?"

"What's wrong?" the old man asked.

"It's too few, not enough." Wu Dongfang said. Four or five thousand people are equivalent to the number of people in a brigade in peacetime. There are at least twenty or thirty people who cannot do anything due to illness and injury every day. This is a good situation where food and accommodation are good. It is entirely possible that hundreds of patients will appear every day if they are eating and living.

"No matter how much this thing is, it's not enough." The old man beat the flint and tried to light the wood wool that caused the fire in the brazier.

"What should patients who can't get the disease sign?" Wu Dongfang asked.

"If you don't have a sick card, you have to go to work." The old man said.

"What should I do if I can't get up?" Wu Dongfang asked again.

"You have never seen a slave until you get up?" The old man turned around in confusion.

Wu Dongfang shook his head, "No, the Jin clan has no slaves."

"Nonsense, which tribe has no slaves? Who are you?" The old man looked at Wu Dongfang as if he was looking at a monster.

"Who are you?" Wu Dongfang asked back. He really didn't know if there were any slaves in the Jin tribe's capital, he only knew that there were no one in the village and tribe.

The old man couldn't catch the fire and sat on the ground, "I said that I am Fei Mu, the Qinglong Tianshi of the Wood tribe."

"I am Wu Dongfang, the White Tiger Heavenly Master of the Golden Clan." Wu Dongfang said.

"I can't even lie, the Jin clan wizard's surname is Ming but Wu." The old man looked contemptuous.

"You can, if you were the Qinglong Tianshi Master, you would still be in this ghost place?" Wu Dongfang also looked contemptuous.

"I want to leave, no one can stop me." The old man glared.

"Then you go, there's so much wine outside." Wu Dongfang had the urge to beat him again.

"What does it matter to you whether I leave or not?" The old man looked like he was not afraid of being beaten.

"You said you are the Qinglong Tianshi Master, then I ask you, what kind of magic does the Qinglong Tianshi Master do?" Wu Dongfang was eager to expose him.

"What kind of magic does the White Tiger Master know?" the old man asked back.

"Why should I tell you?" Wu Dongfang really didn't know what magic the White Tiger Heavenly Master knew.

"I can tell you that the two unique skills of the Qinglong Tianshi are Dead Wood Fengchun and Yagi Ryuting." The old man was very proud.

Wu Dongfang stopped talking. He knew that the Wood Clan Qinglong Tianshi had a spell called Yagi Dragon Ting, and he had never heard of another kind of dead wood Fengchun, but one is right, and the other should not be wrong.

"It's your turn." The old man looked like a winner.

"I don't know." Wu Dongfang shrugged and spread his hands.

"I don't even know the magic of the Golden Clan and pretend to be the Golden Clan wizard. I deserve to be caught here. Let me tell you, the two unique skills of the White Tiger Heavenly Master are the Immortal Golden Body and Zhuyue Star Chasing. Are you convinced?" The old man looked excited.

"I'm sorry, you know nothing, and you're caught in." Wu Dongfang curled his lips.

"I can leave anytime." The old man pointed to Dongfang.

Wu Dongfang looked at the old man contemptuously, "Then why don't you leave?"

"I haven't lived enough yet, I'll leave after I have enough." The old man said solemnly.

"Everyone can leave after death. Wizards have tattoos, do you have one?" Wu Dongfang asked.

The old man leaned against the table and opened his collar, and there was a tattoo of the green dragon on his chest.

"Young people, don't be too big or small in the future. You must learn to be humble and polite, which will be good for you." The old man began to show off his character.

"You old liar." Wu Dongfang took out the lighter and lit the wood wool in the brazier.

"The Fire Clan magic weapon? Can you show me?" The old man stared at the lighter in Wu Dongfang's hand.

"No." Wu Dongfang refused.

"Show me, I'll see." The old man came over.

Wu Dongfang had no choice but to hand the lighter to him with his backhand. The old man hurriedly took it over and looked at it and fiddled with it.

"What are the two spells of the Qinglong Tianshi you just mentioned?" Wu Dongfang added firewood to the brazier.

"The dead tree Fengshu is to save people, and Yagi Ryuting is to retreat to the enemy." The old man shook the lighter, "How come there is water inside?"

"Where is from the Jin clan?" Wu Dongfang asked again. Although this old guy was full of talking about running trains, he had to admit that he was knowledgeable.

"The immortal golden body was beaten, and the moon chased the stars and escaped." The old man said casually.

"Really?" Wu Dongfang was half-believing and half-doubting.

The old man seemed to enjoy the process of teasing him. When he saw him being fooled, he laughed, "Of course it's fake. The Immortal Golden Body is the defensive spell of the White Tiger Heavenly Master. No one can hurt him when he practices to the extreme. Chasing stars by the moon is even more powerful. You can catch up with the stars and moon, and you can take three steps first when you practice to the extreme."

Wu Dongfang was curious, "What is the first three steps?"

"You don't understand even if you say it." The old man took the initiative to return the lighter to him.

"How can you know if you don't say it, I don't understand." Wu Dongfang continued to add firewood to the brazier.

"Xingyue is in the sacred place, he understands?" the old man stood up.

"Do you mean that this kind of spell can leave everything in the world behind?" Wu Dongfang guessed.

"You are not too stupid, that's what you mean." The old man walked to the bed and lay down.

Wu Dongfang stood up and followed, "What are the three steps?"

"One step, two steps, three steps." The old man lost his interest and began to perfunctory.

"Tell me quickly, what are the three steps?" Wu Dongfang asked anxiously. The Golden Clan's moon-chasing star-chasing may be a spell that catches up with time, which is faster than time. If this is the case, you can go home by walking a few more steps.

"In three drops of water," said the old man.

"So short?" Wu Dongfang was disappointed. At this time, a drop of water was a second, and three drops of water was a three-second. At this speed, even if you die of old age, you will never go back to modern times.

"Short? Do you know what these three drops of water mean to the White Tiger Heavenly Master? What does it mean to his opponent? Fortunately, this spell can only be used on nights with moon. If it can be used at any time, how can others live?" The old man closed his eyes and wanted to sleep and get back to bed.

Wu Dongfang nodded slowly. Time is life. When fighting with others, let alone three seconds. You can take the initiative by one second faster than the other. If you can make three seconds faster, you will be almost sure to win.

"Is this star chasing through the moon very powerful?" Wu Dongfang asked again.

"Awesome is amazing, but it has been lost for many years. I have only heard of it and have never seen it with my own eyes." The old man replied.

"Others don't seem to see this kind of spell except himself." Wu Dongfang said. If it is faster than time, the other party will not see his movements.

The old man was caught by Wu Dongfang and had a grammatical affair, and hummed twice without saying a word.

"The White Tiger Heavenly Master seems to be much more powerful than the Qinglong Heavenly Master." Wu Dongfang said.

"It's nonsense," the old man opened his eyes angrily, leaned on the head of the bed with his arms, "Their immortal golden bodies are to protect themselves, our dead trees are to save others, their moon-by-moon star-chasing can kill at most a few, and our Yagi Ryuting can shake it."

"Each one has its own strengths, and each has its own strengths." Wu Dongfang wanted to ask again, trying to calm the old man's anger.

Wu Dongfang's calming did not work, and the old man lay down again and ignored him.

At this moment, a knock on the door came from outside the door. Wu Dongfang turned his head and looked at him. A female slave leaned against the door in shock and timidly, revealing half of her face.

"The doctor is here, get up quickly." Wu Dongfang shook the old man.

"Come on the sick card, go." The old man didn't open his eyes.

Wu Dongfang walked to the west wall, took the string of wooden signs on the wall and turned around and walked out.

"Remember to leave some cooking," the old man said.

"You'd better come on." Wu Dongfang said. He found that there were people standing outside the door, a total of one or two hundred, and just carrying a dozen people were more than a dozen. Five wooden signs were definitely not enough.

The old man didn't say anything.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Wu Dongfang threw a pile of firewood into the brazier, put out the fire and let it smoke, and then walked out with the wooden sign.

A group of people outside the door were more than ten meters away from the wooden house and lined up in a regular line from north to south. When they saw Wu Dongfang coming out, they did not speak loudly, but looked at him with pleading eyes.

Wu Dongfang hesitated for a moment and walked to the north. From there, the patient had a rope tied to his head, and there was no one accompanying him. It was easy to distinguish who was the patient.

Most patients have trauma, and most of the trauma are fractures. If the fracture is broken, they can no longer work. Some people have obviously fractured for a long time and the wounds have begun to become purulent.

Wu Dongfang walked around, and the patient took the initiative to expose his wounds, then knelt down and begged in a low voice. The man said the most was "Please save me", and the woman said the most was "I am willing to do anything."

The patient lined up for seventy or eighty meters, which was the longest road he had ever walked in his life. He wanted to stop every step, and he wanted to send out wooden signs for each patient. It was a very difficult thing to bow his head and walk away with the other party begging or even begging. However, there were only five wooden signs, which were not enough. He had to make sure to give them to the person who needed them the most.

Everyone needs wooden signs. If they do not rest and treat them in time, their injuries will worsen, but this situation is not considered. If you don’t have bed rest, there will definitely be seven or eight people who will not survive tomorrow. No matter how they divide, wooden signs are not enough.

"New Witch Doctor, hurry up!" The patient was still following the soldiers. Seeing that he had been delaying for too long, he began to urge him.

After determining the patient's injuries one by one, Wu Dongfang began to distribute wooden signs. He sent the first four wooden signs to three women and a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child. When encountering danger, he protected the woman and the child first. This is the principle of everyone.

He hesitated on the last wooden sign. There were two very serious patients. One of the women had a very strange disease, with blisters and severe swollen face. There was also a woman who was extremely thin and skinny and bone-skinned, looking like a skeleton.

Both of them are terminally ill. The wooden sign cannot make them live, they can only make them die quietly.

Wu Dongfang was in a dilemma, and in the end he gave the last wooden sign to the thin woman, to be precise, the girl who was carrying her. The girl was only fifteen or sixteen years old, her face was dirty and she couldn't see her appearance. She kept gritting her teeth, her eyes were red, but she didn't cry. The girl reminded him of her childhood self, who was bullied by the older child but had no protection from her parents. At that time, the only thing he could do was to grit his teeth and not beg for mercy and not surrender.

The girl got the wooden sign, and tears finally came down, and she cried and bowed to Wu Dongfang.

When the other party cried, Wu Dongfang discovered that the girl had no tongue and her tongue was cut off.

The soldiers drove those who did not get the wooden sign to the labor area. Wu Dongfang sat on the ground. He was a soldier with special training and had seen too much blood and killing, but he had never seen such inhumane abuse. In modern times, even prisoners were sick and injured, they could be cured. These slaves could not even get basic rest. This was not to drive them to work, but to drive them to die.

"Cough cough," the old man was smoked by the thick smoke in the room. "You, you, you, you guy, cough cough, did you intentionally..."
To be continued...