I don't have a system but I have a hammer

My face twitched, and I turned my head to look at the old man. When I found that he and the people around him were all nervous with cold sweat on their heads, my eyes immediately became firm, so I drew out my arm blade without saying a word, and greeted the old man. Looking at everyone's eyes, he slapped his only remaining right ear...

stab~

Accompanied by the spurt of blood, my temple suddenly bulged, but I still gritted my teeth, pretended to be indifferent and threw away my right ear, then wiped the cold sweat from my forehead, and continued like this regardless of the heat and mud on my right cheek. Examining the scars on the savage's body, nothing but indifference...

Still indifferent!

Seeing this scene, the surrounding savages breathed a sigh of relief. The old man was still nervous at first, but his face was even more excited, because he knew that if he could not complete the sacred contract, not only would he die, but the other people would also die. The seven tribesmen also could not escape the fire...

It is precisely because of this that many people choose to run away halfway, or jump over the wall because they are afraid of death. Naturally, all the trade objects are buried with them...

And since this kind of situation is very common in conflicts between primitive tribes, he of course highly praised my act of decisively cutting off my ear just now. After all, no one wants to let their side be buried with me because of the cowardice of the other party, right?

"Eresunverdaderoguerrero!" (You are a true warrior!)

I didn't answer, just picked up the stone casually, wiped a bloodstain on my lower back fiercely, checked the savage's body again, and pushed it to the old man after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it. before…

"Puedesempezararevisar." (You can start checking...)

Compared to my previous behavior of not checking the traded items, the old man is obviously much more professional. Not only did he scan the savage's body very carefully, but he also asked me to take off my clothes so that he could cooperate with his inspection...

Naturally, I have no objection, because I am very confident in the strength of my inspection. The savage didn't have any major injuries at all. Apart from the lack of ears, there were only burns on his waist and some bruises on his joints...

So I just stuffed the particle box into my mouth, and immediately took off all my clothes...

"S~"

As expected, the horrifying and hideous scars on my body frightened everyone in the audience as soon as they were exposed. Even the big man who seemed to have experienced many battles before showed a shocked look. expression, the old man on the opposite side murmured with dull eyes...

"tucuerpoestámalditoporeldiablo" (Is your body cursed by a demon?)

I grinned, my eyes were calm...

"No, fuiyoquienmatoaldemonio." (No, I killed the demon!)

The corners of the old man’s eyes twitched, his jaw trembled, and he was so shocked that he couldn’t speak. He was silent for a full minute, and then he bravely approached me.

"Hijo, nadiepuedemataraldemonio, cuandopiensasquematasaldemonio, enrealidadsoloereselselsigiente" (Children, no one can kill a demon, when you think you kill a demon, you just become the next one!)

My smile is still there, but there is some blood in my eyes...

"Mataréat dos los demonios delmundo,? solomequedaami!" (Then kill all the demons in the world, except me!)

.........

10 minutes later, outside the hut, in the open space...

I thought the subsequent process would be very simple. We only need to check the savage step by step, self-mutilation, exchange, and then let the other party check. But as the number of successful transactions increases, new problems are placed in front of us...

such as…

cough ~

Accompanied by the soft sound of a broken bone, the old man, who had already been covered in cuts and bruises and was bleeding, could no longer bear the pain in his body, and suddenly staggered and fell to the ground. and weak...

But no one around stood up to help, and could only watch anxiously, like a pot of hot ants...

Glancing at the wound on the old man's calf, I suddenly felt some sympathy and admiration...

Because one of the researchers was unlucky and his ankle was twisted 180 degrees, but the old man didn't know how to twist his leg, so he simply smashed his ankle with a stone...

Since the former is just a soft tissue sprain, although it looks scary, it actually doesn't even have a drop of blood...

But the old man's extremely hard-core self-mutilation method directly led to a large area of ​​bleeding at the broken ankle. It is estimated that within a few minutes, he will be completely finished and become Shulotel's bed companion...

A few minutes is still a trivial matter. The point is that there are still two people left in the two parties who have not traded. For an old man, it is almost an impossible task...

I curled my lips, I had already stripped all my clothes and squatted on the ground bored, I casually snuffed out the cigarette in my hand, regardless of the bruises on my body and the same bleeding, just stood up naked like this...

"Sepuedeaplicarelmedicamentoamitaddecamino?" (Can the medicine be applied midway?)

The old man nodded to me sweating profusely, and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth while enduring the severe pain...

"Si, peronosirvedenada, Losiento!" (OK, but it didn't work, sorry!)

I naturally know what he means. With the medical conditions of this group of aborigines, it is impossible for people to stop the bleeding in a short period of time, let alone the follow-up infection problem...

In other words, even if the sacred contract is successfully completed, the executor will still face death...

As for the old man’s last sentence of apology, to be honest, I am still quite touched, because after I exposed the scars on my body, the attitude of him and the companions around me has been completely different, and even faintly A little bit of respect, so his apology, maybe he said it because he was afraid that it would implicate my companion...

ah~

I curled my lip, and took out the last bottle of hemostatic agent in my backpack. I first applied some to the most seriously injured part of myself, and handed the rest of the hemostatic agent together with the energizing agent to the big man holding the torch. Pointing to the old man, beckoning him to take it...

"Elamarilloseusaparadetenerelsangradoyeltransparenteparaaliviareldolor."