Jingshu's face was pale, and the soldiers around him were also in a low morale. There were thirty-five people when they came, but now there are only twenty people left.

Chi Fangwu broke his hand. He was unconscious and had a high fever. Jingshu was at a loss. The soldiers next to him did not mean to blame him. After all, if he was going to hunt, since he was about to catch a big guy, he should also be prepared to be killed.

The older generation of strong men were all tidy. The new generation lacked combat power and did not open the totem. It was normal for them to be beaten to death when they encountered a strange beast in the big lake. However, the more the soldiers did not blame Jingshu, the more guilty Jingshu was, and even a little panic.

He didn't serve as Shui Zheng for a long time, and he was determined to achieve some results, but today he was so fucked. Two days ago, the witch was still saying that he could not lose his hands, but when he got to his hands, he brought thirty-five people. In just half a day, fifteen soldiers became the souls of the big turtle's mouth.

These people die because of themselves.

Death in battle is not worthy of sadness for the tribe, because the will of the ancestors became gods and will always be with everyone, but these fifteen people did not die from head-on battles, but in a sense, they died from Jeanshu's carelessness and resoluteness.

He stood up and left where the fire rose. Chi Fangwu was still in a coma. The soldiers did not pay attention to Jingshu. They were too tired. Jingshu walked into the dense forest, and there was only a small dot left behind the fire.

He sat in the soil, leaning on a stone, a little helpless, and then buried his head in his arms, and fatigue swept over. He lowered his head, and changed from a low, depressed cry to a silent sleep.

After all, he was just a child, and he had not lost his childishness, so he caused such a disaster.

About a while later.

The people behind became restless, and the soldiers found that Jingshu had not come back, so they began to look for him.

After a while.

Light and warmth appeared before Jingshu's eyes.

He woke up in a daze.

"Wang!"

The dog wagged his tail, and his big eyes looked at him affectionately.

Jing Zai stood in front of him, Jing Yu, Jing Fu, Chi Fangyang and others were all beside him.

"Sleeping here will catch a cold."

The pig was lying on her shoulders. The light in her hands emitted a red temperature visible to the naked eye. The light of her face was shining with light, and half of her face was still left in the darkness, looking a little confused and fearful.

Jingshu brought Jingzai to their resting place. Several soldiers who were left behind saw the arrival of the witch and stood up to greet them. Jingzai saw that there was nothing serious about them, so he nodded and looked at Chi Fangwu who was placed in the haystack.

He broke an arm and used animal skin and tendons to deal with the loss. When Yan Zai saw a soldier grinding herbs, he asked, "Do you know how to make medicine?"

The warrior was a little nervous when he saw Wu's inquiry: "Yes, let's understand a little, pass the Witch Cult first."

Jing Zai suddenly realized that he looked at the other party. The warrior was bigger than Jing Bao, but he quickly remembered: "You are Jing Tu."

Jing Tu bowed and said, "It's me, the witch."

Jingshu stood behind without saying anything, but Jingshu didn't say anything punishment. Jingshu felt more and more afraid, and was cautious but did not dare to breathe. He was one year younger than Jingshu and was the same age as Jingshu. After all, he was just a fifteen-year-old child.

But among the mountains and seas, age is not an excuse to shirk responsibility. Tribes can go out to hunt at the age of thirteen and are already adults.

Yan Zai asked Yan Tu to bring the medicine jar, and asked about the herbs nearby. Yan Tu respectfully brought a basket and said to Yan Zai: "The soldiers don't know the herbs, so I will tell everyone that if they encounter strange-shaped grass, they will pick it up and take it back. I will use it after I have identified it."

Yan Zai nodded, and he looked at the pile of grass and his eyes suddenly lit up.

He picked up two of the grasses, and Yao Zai handed them to Yao Tu and instructed him: "Make this and apply it to the broken arm. Apply it for a day, and don't wait until the medicine is dry. If it gets better, mash the plant, grind out the juice and drink it."

In fact, it should be taken with decoction, but there is no pottery now.

Yan Tu's eyes moved: "What is this?"

Jing Zai said: "You used Xia Ku first. The plant I gave you now is called Jingtian. It has a slightly better therapeutic effect and can be used as a match, but don't eat it in a mixed manner."

Yan Tu nodded and responded seriously: "I remember."

He agreed, but he was even slower and started to move immediately.

In the era of Shanhai, although the divine decay was still abundant, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was still abundant, so these herbs were not as weak as later generations, but had magical powers. Of course, it roughly magnified the effects of later generations several times. In the inheritance of the witch, most of them were used to use herbs in this era, using external injections or grinding juice. Of course, the most important point is that Shennong taught the wizards to apply the embellishment, but some herbs cannot be eaten in a mixed manner.

There is a story in the memory inheritance of the witch. Among the first wizards taught by Shennong in ancient times, one of them did not listen to Shennong's teachings and used two herbs to save people without authorization, thinking that they could have twice the effect. Who knew that the two grasses would become poison, so he killed some people, and this witch was also despised by later generations, but his left behind another inheritance, which is "Yandushi", which is the name given to them by outsiders, and they themselves called "Jichenshi".

After Shennong, there was a lineage called "Qu Chen", which means simple and is "tea grower".

Yan Zai squatted down and asked the person beside him to untie the treatment for Chi Fangwu. A high-temperature light rose from his hand and slowly approached Chi Fangwu.

"Find a skin and block his mouth! Two people, hold him down!"

After the order from Jingzai, Jingyu immediately followed suit, and quickly twisted it with the leather he had hidden, and stuffed it into Chi Fangwu's mouth.

"witch!"

Aka Fangwu was held down by two people, and fear appeared in his eyes. He didn't know what the witch was going to do to him.

Yan Zai patted his hand and held it tightly.

"Don't be afraid, bear it, and persevere."

Aka Fangwu's mouth was blocked by leather. He looked at Yuzai, took a deep breath, and then focused his head.

Don't be afraid.

There is nothing scary.

The light in the flower's hand touched the rotten flesh that had been corrupted.

Blood and pus evaporated in an instant.

The high temperature and heat instantly swallowed the broken part of the arm.

Yan Zai carefully controlled his strength.

Squirt

The barbecue sounded and no one spoke.

Chi Fangwu's eyes were wide open, his face was ferocious and distorted, and almost invisible. Wow, sweat on his head immediately emerged.

His body struggled violently, making dull sounds of unknown meaning, and the two warriors naturally suppressed him.

"Don't move, bear it!"
Chapter completed!