The sudden attack by the little monsters brought a significant loss to the A’wu clan who didn’t have that many people to begin with. This is already after Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo helped. If it weren’t for these two, today A’wu people might have lost half of their clan members.
Before, those monsters would only attack clan members who were separated from the big group. The way those creatures attacked their settlement on such a large scale, they were definitely thinking of this place like a nest.
After checking, there were only six people dead from the battle just now from the sixty seven clan members. Nineteen were severely injured. Aside from the fourteen very young children who hid inside the tents, everyone else sustained some sort of injury.
They needed Yuan Zhan to help them count the accurate number when it came to counting the numbers of the monsters. They also got help counting the actual number of their own clan members.
Fifty two little creatures were all killed, not one was left alive.
When Yan Mo heard that all of the creatures were killed and none was left alive, he specially checked his right hand and fortunately the guide didn’t have any reaction to it. Maybe because the murder didn’t happen in front of his eyes, the guide also couldn’t insist that he ignored someone needed saving.
This was also the benefit of the guide being so rigid, if it was a person who observed his attitude, they would’ve definitely picked up that he was borrowing someone’s knife to kill, but the rigid guide can only judge him based on what was actually said and done.
A’wu people who hadn’t died were carried to Yan Mo one after another, this was one of the things he had entrusted to the A’wu clan leader to arrange.
All the injured people right now and the previously injured before the battle combined, and in total there were 21 injured people. Other people felt that their injuries weren’t that serious and were embarrassed to come gather to the god’s priest to let him heal such a small injury.
There were about more than half of the 21 heavily injured people that A’wu people thought absolutely couldn’t survive and they’ll die soon. The difference was just the matter of how many days it’ll be, but Priest-daren told them not to give up, so every one of them was sent over.
Two of the tribe’s biggest tents were already cleaned up as quickly as they could.
Yan Mo planned to sort the injured people based on heavy and lighter injuries into the two tents. While they were sorting the injured people, he could first make the more seriously injured people he couldn’t take care of at the moment into sleep or stop their bleeding with acupuncture.
Yan Mo noticed that the A’wu people weren’t surprised when he pulled out his needles. Because they didn’t know what this thing really was, they only thought that it was a thorn, but an odd-looking thorn, it looked nothing like what they’ve seen before.
But when they saw the bald youth put the thorn into their injured companion’s body and their companions’ blood they had no way of stopping slowly stopped bleeding, while others who were screaming from pain fell asleep peacefully, the expression in their eyes looking at the youth were not only filled with just mere respect.
The old Shaman who was always watching over Yan Mo’s very move mumbled something weird under his breath.
Yan Mo heard this mutter and nearly lost control of his expression, that old Shaman used his own limited imagination to name his golden needles: “Soul-pinning thorn”. He thought that he used these miraculous soul-pinning thorn to pin down the souls of A’wu people, and maybe to help him, the old Shaman used some odd sounding chants like a curse and also like a prayer to call back those souls, so that they don’t leave.
Yan Mo looked at the old Shaman.
The old man felt his gaze and promptly stopped chanting, returning his gaze.
Yan Mo extended his hand to him and was about to say something.
The old Shaman nearly flew over, using an agility and speed that you wouldn’t attribute to an old man to leap to Yan Mo’s front, actively sending his forehead to touch his stretched out hand.
Yuan Zhan never took his attention away from Yan Mo’s body. At this moment, the corner of his eyes twitched.
“……” Yan Mo’s expression was cracking. He coughed then started to say, “There are a lot of injured people, I need you to help me deal with those with lighter injuries.”
The old Shaman replied seriously and respectfully. “Ou.”
“If you have a better method to treat our clansmen, please tell me.”
The old Shaman stepped backward one step, then rushed outside.
“……” Yan Mo retracted his hand silently. This old Shaman really didn’t have any mental illness? but well, no one in their right mind would throw a little kid into a lake.
The old Shaman returned with some of his tribe’s secret medicines that he’d usually use to treat people cupped in his hands for Yan Mo.
Yan Mo finally understood what the old Shaman wanted to do. The old man used action to tell him that these are all his means to treat injured people.
Yan Mo sniffed the black paste. His nose, which was less sharp than his previous life’s nose, could only tell him that this was a medicine he didn’t know. He picked some of it and was going to put it on his tongue when a big hand stopped him.
“It’s okay, I know what I’m doing.” His body was his biggest assurance. Even if he got poisoned, he couldn’t die. And in return for no death, he would get a formula, it was very much worth it.
Yuan Zhan still wouldn’t let go.
Yan Mo could only give up using his tongue to determine the medicine’s property.
“This is probably something that has some hemostatic and anti inflammation effect.” Yan Mo returned the skull with the back paste to the old Shaman, and extended his hand again, “But today, you can try my medicine too, see which one has the better effect.”
The old man lowered his forehead to meet Yan Mo’s hand with a reverent expression. The Priest of God didn’t rebuke him and didn’t give up on him, he even wanted to teach him new and better Shaman drugs and Shamancraft.
“You come with me into the tent. If you have an assistant… I mean disciple, you can call him in too. I need a smart helper with a steady hand.” Yan Mo pulled back his hand and turned around to go to the injured people’s tent. The old man followed him like a shadow and only called a young man out of the crowd right before he entered the tent.
When the young man heard that he got called inside, he got so excited he leapt up. He was also injured, but he didn’t manage his own injuries, he just rushed to the tent in his current state.
Some people wanted to see the spectacle or wanted to get in too, but were stopped by the people arranged by the clan leader in front of the tent, “Priest-daren said, other people can’t go in.”
The situation and the smell inside the tent when Yan Mo came inside almost made him move his feet back out.
But it’s freezing outside. It’s impractical to lay down these injured people outside and treat them in the cold. His hand would get too stiff from the cold to do surgery or acupuncture, while the patients might not survive for long in the cold.
Actually lighting up fire to warm up the tent while lighting up the tent will also meet his requirement for a sick tent. Firstly, this tent wasn’t bright enough. Although his eyesight was now exceptionally good, it wasn’t to the point he could see the human meridian and blood veins in a dark tent like he was under bright sunlight.
What he needed the most right now was an operating lamp and nurses, but this was obviously a far-fetched dream. This hellhole didn’t even have things that could reflect light like a mirror.
After considering again and again, Yan Mo told the old Shaman and his disciple to wait a bit. He exited the tent and was about to tell the A’wu clan leader to cover another open space at a certain distance with hides, when he saw Yuan Zhan. His plan shifted quickly.
“They’re afraid of you and grateful to you, but all of these are still not enough. Chief-daren, you need to let them see how you are different from the rest of them. right in front of all of them, let them all see with their own eyes the power of the blood of god.”
“What do you want me to do?” Yuan Zhan clearly knew that those A’wu people couldn’t understand their words, but being a naturally cautious person, he still leaned close to Yan Mo and talked in a low voice.
“I need you to make a temporary house without a roof. It just needs to be two metre tall. As long as it can block the wind and is strong enough to not collapse in two days, it will be fine.”
“How big?”
“Just as big as our stone house, is fine.”
“Okay, but I need rest and food.” Actually Yuan Zhan didn’t feel like he could do it. He had consumed a lot of his power already, but he wanted to try doing it.
Yan Mo nodded. On the matter of food, the clan leader had arranged for people to prepare drinking water and food for them both without him telling the A’wu people. There was a fire pile right in front of the tent and two rabbits impaled with wooden sticks were roasted there. In front of the tent entrance, there were also a few other fires Yan Mo had told them to make at the last minute, stone pots were perched on it and currently boiling water.
The smell of roasted meat spread. Yan Mo heard many people gulping, including several women who came by to give them drinking water.
Yan Mo received the water and smiled at the wife carrying the water to them.
The wife closely watched Yan Mo. As if wanting to stretch out a hand and touch him, but in the end she still didn’t dare extend her hand.
Yan Mo didn’t notice the woman’s yearning. His attention was occupied by the vessel for containing water in his hand.
This half circle vessel was probably made from some sort of hard shelled fruit. He had never seen a similar fruit to this in the forest, it’s unclear if it was because the season was not right or if this thing only grows near the A’wu tribe settlement.
Yan Mo didn’t drink the water. He only pretended to hold it up to his mouth and tip it as if he drank it, but the water didn’t even come in contact with his mouth. You can say that he’s being overly careful or being too delicate. Anyway, he didn’t want to drink this water that hadn’t been cooked and got some dirt floating in it at all.
A’wu people have all gathered together, including the kids who had hid in the tents. They were preparing the fire in the big space in front of the tent area.
They wouldn’t be planning to hang up those creatures on fire and cook them now, then start a barbecue feast, right?
When he saw two A’wu clansmen grabbing up one of the creatures’ carcass and lifting it towards the small lake below, Yan Mo immediately turned back to the tent.
No one knew what Yan Mo, the old man and his disciple did in the tent for the heavily injured people. When Yuan Zhan finally called Yan Mo out, the old Shaman sent him out of the tent himself. The reverent expression in his face had already become a devout believer.
“Are you ready?” Yan Mo asked Yuan Zhan.
“Is it right here?”
“Any flat ground will do.”
Yuan Zhan circled the space in front of the tents. All the A’wu people who saw his actions couldn’t make out what he wanted to do, but very quickly they understood.
Yuan Zhan stopped in front of the middle section between the two tents where they had put the injured people in.
Then, the ground there seemed like it was alive. The ground rose up and a wall of earth rapidly rose from the ground. At the same time, it rapidly became thicker. This wall’s height quickly exceeded the wall on top of the hill before, not as thick as that wall, but it looked very strong all the same.
After one wall, another one rose up. In the middle of A’wu people’s amazed and awed gazes, Yuan Zhan used all he had to quickly make four walls.
A’wu clan leader looked like he extremely envied Yuan Zhan’s godlike ability. Of course, he wasn’t the only one.
Yuan Zhan’s ability was something the A’wu clansmen had never seen. It’s just like the human faced-bird who could spout out sharp blades that you can’t see with your eyes. In their mind it was a power belonging to the gods.
Some people who were less wise and had weaker mentality had made Yuan Zhan in their mind into an extremely fearsome figure that they could never win against.
“Are you using this space to treat the injured A’wu people?” Yuan Zhan was about to run out of strength but still pretended like that feat was nothing to him. His appearance was much more intimidating than Yan Mo, just his figure and compact muscles was enough to intimidate the A’wu clan.
Yan Mo stretched out a hand. Yuan Zhan paused for a moment before stretching his neck forward.
Yan Mo… carelessly swatted his head. Before he could get angry, he held onto the young man’s wrist.
Yuan Zhan didn’t get angry. If he didn’t want Yan Mo to grab his hand, Yan Mo wouldn’t be able to grab him no matter what.
Yan Mo was a bit worried about Yuan Zhan. Of course, this ‘worry’ was not that kind of ‘worry’. He just didn’t want to lose a muscle man he can order around so early, that’s all.
He was just doing a casual routine check-up, but after carefully feeling his pulse, Yan Mo’s brows slowly knitted.
What’s going on here? This type of pulse was not normal at all, but it didn’t feel like overexertion of ability. His pulse back then and right now was completely different.
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