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The beginning and the end of the battle cannot escape an existence, and that is the doctor.

Except for the two dead women, Zhuang was the most seriously injured. There seems to be something wrong with his collarbone. I don’t know if it was interrupted just now. In addition, he was bloodied into a ball after dark, and he was quickly dragged into the medical room by the men. Here, he waited hopelessly for Yan's diagnosis and treatment.

Yan, who had just stopped, was covered in blood. Taking advantage of the fact that everyone in the tribe was busy, he didn't intend to rescue people in such a mess, so he simply greeted Wu Luo and walked outside to the lake.As far as the matter just now is concerned, Uro did not help at all, so he honestly helped to get new clothes and boxes and followed out.

Of course, no one in the tribe stopped them, and it was not only the captives who were frightened, but also the people in the tribe.

Many children have not only heard of Yan's terror from the mouths of their parents and elders, but they have never realized the danger of this man so directly.Of course, after Yan joined the tribe, they did feel from Yan Xiaowang that the man's experience in the forest was far beyond imagination, but it was difficult to overlap with such a terrifying image tonight.

"Aren't you going to the mall?" Wu Luo asked, "It's almost winter, it's better to take a hot bath."

Yan walked past the corpses without looking sideways, as if he was just a mortuary worker who came to help collect the corpses, rather than someone who actually did these things, and replied rather flatly, "It's okay, the blood on my body is still very deep. It's hot, and it's just right to take a cold shower, and by the way, you can check to see if anyone is hiding nearby."

The blood is still hot?

It sounded like a statement made by a pervert.

Uro sighed softly. It is one thing for him to accept the tragic situation of people dying in front of his eyes, but it does not mean that he is willing to help carry the corpse, and seeing Hu Po's anger at that time, he also He didn't want to get into trouble, so he simply went out with Yan to relax.

The lake was not very far away from the tribe. Yan himself didn't speak, and Wu Luo was not allowed to speak. He held his breath and concentrated, as if he was listening to the voice in the wind.

In the past few months, the roar of beasts has been seldom heard at night. Uro inexplicably remembered the appearance of Yan Shi when he saw the mountain fire that day. At that time, there were many wild beasts following him, and a strange feeling slowly emerged in his heart. Thinking about it, even though he knew the possibility was very low, he still couldn't help but wonder.

"Huh—" Yan suddenly let out a long breath, as if he heard something, and said slowly, "The escaped people can't last back."

Uro was stunned and asked, "How do you know?"

This time Yan didn't answer. He was indeed a little tired. Killing people was not an easy task. Even if there were enough traps, enough preparations, and the use of darkness to hide, he was still injured.Killing people is actually no different from hunting wild animals. Humans are even more afraid than wild animals. Once they fall into panic and lose their leadership, they will immediately become headless chickens.

The two of them soon walked to the edge of the lake. The sackcloth was not easy to suck blood, which caused them to shake and fall down all the way, like a light rain, and the animal skin inside was completely wet. Nitrate again.We were all men, and if there were women present, we might be a little shy, but now it was cold and breezy, and there were not even half a mosquito, so Yan didn't have so many scruples, so he simply threw his clothes on the stone.

The two of them were indeed very close, but not so close.

Yan's stature is very tall, and the blood has already left marks on his skin through his clothes. There are many scars on his back, and the blood flows along the winding path, like going to a fork in the road, or a dead end, forming another tattoo , somewhat shocking.Under the cold moon, his back looked like dead skin that had been dissected, so pale that it was almost glowing, with the raw and rough techniques of a person who cut the skin, and almost intense and dazzling beauty.

By the time Uro saw the scars and tattoos on his back clearly, he had already walked into the lake. It was almost winter and the lake was icy cold. Even if he was swimming in winter, he had to move his body, but Yan didn't seem to feel it at all. The water flowed from his knees to the lake, and the coagulated blood on his hair was dried into lumps. He lowered his head, not intending to dive in completely.

"Can you hear something? Or feel something? Or communicate?"

Yan neither denied nor admitted, but turned around to look at him very slowly, and said calmly, "Why do you think so?"

Not even a rhetorical question.

Uro sat on the stone and spoke a little uncomfortably. He put the box next to his lap, which contained clean clothes. He admired himself for being so beautiful that he was still thinking about some messy important things." I had a premonition before, during the wildfire, no matter how powerful you are alone, why so many wild beasts gathered around you, I thought it was animals with spirits at that time, and felt your kindness."

"Then." Yan poured cold water on his body, and the blood mixed with the water flowed down. Slowly, only the scars were missing. He didn't have many injuries on his body, but it looked shocking enough.

Uro shook his head and said, "Actually, I don't have any actual evidence, but I just think your tone of voice is very strange. I can understand that you said that they can't escape. The forest is full of dangers. If the mountain fire burns this area, it doesn't necessarily burn it." On the other side, there are still many herds to breed, and these fleeing people are the prey of the white entrance."

"But you just said that they won't be able to go back." Uro slowly showed him a friendly and somewhat cold smile, "I want to know what made you say that suddenly."

"Can't it be a whim?"

Uro looked at him, a little helpless, "Are you sure you want to answer me like this?"

Yan took a bath in a very low voice, even a little quiet, not even playing with water. He was silent for a long time, until Wu Luo realized the answer that the silence meant, so he changed the subject wisely, "Since you don't want to mention it, Then don’t mention it, you didn’t get hurt this time.”

"Yes, but it's not serious." Yan answered him coldly, "It's not that I don't want to mention it, but I'm just thinking about how to answer you. To put it simply, you know that some people are especially popular with animals or babies, but some people are just right. On the contrary?"

Uro pondered for a moment and said, "I know, but doesn't this mean that animals and babies can sensitively perceive people's emotions to judge whether they are easy to contact?"

Yan Heng laughed, and he turned around suddenly. Now Wu Luo could clearly see a bruise-like thing on the opponent's shoulder. He thought it was a tattoo at first, but when he saw him move his shoulder, he subconsciously frowned. Obviously a new injury.

"Maybe there is some truth to it, but I don't know for sure. I just can understand the roar of beasts, and I have been misled." Yan reached out and touched the scar on his shoulder. It was like a canvas. Uro still remembered the scar on his body. The claw marks consisted of three neat scars, which penetrated deep into the flesh, and the symbol-like black tattoo was cut off at the waist and pulled along the shoulder blades to the waist.

"Don't ask me how to learn, I don't understand, and it has nothing to do with communication, I can just hear their general emotions from the roar of the beasts, many hunters who have studied animals can also do this, this kind of Talent didn't make me more special, on the contrary, it made me almost eaten." Yan talked about this incident as if it was someone else's joke, "I just heard that a beast was eating."

After the silence lasted for a while, Uro could tell that Yan's blood was probably completely soaked by the icy lake water. Now he was standing under the moonlight, his expression was colder than the water, and the heat that emanated from the blood bath dissipated without a trace in an instant. , couldn't see any emotion, so he hesitated to release the atmosphere, "You have tattoos all over your body, are they all tattooed by your tribe?"

"I have been to enough tribes, and I have had countless identities, such as prisoners, guests, and even gods." Yan Chi laughed, and he said slowly, "Every tribe must leave a little mark. There is no difference. You will want to take pictures when you see famous places, and the tattoos on my body are the same. At this time, the tattoos are actually the same as the proof of identity. They will imprint their beliefs and totems on their skin, and they will firmly believe in you. Would it be ugly to submit docilely to their gods from now on as a means of gaining trust?"

"No—no."

Wu Luo responded and blinked. He didn't expect to open the old history and read those scars again, but couldn't restrain his curiosity, so he replied a little cautiously, "It's very beautiful."

Yan then raised his head, stared at him and smiled, revealing the coldness and sharpness of the blade, and the coldness like the pupils of a snake, reminding Wu Luo of the corpse that just tried to escape from this man and sprayed blood mist.

He felt as cold as that corpse at the moment.

"You're scared." Yan stared at Wu Luo's face.

"It's just a little cold, after all, winter is coming." Uro paused, and some old things that Yan had told him flooded his mind again. That sad girl, that young life that could not bloom in the future, sighed slightly, "You can wash it faster. If you catch a cold, I don't want to give you cold medicine."

Yan responded, and said softly, "If you die, I will keep you on my body."

"Hehe—" It's such a cold joke that people can't laugh, Uro rolled his eyes at the hidden maliciousness in it, and said sarcastically, "Then I'll stab your face, just like a tattoo. You can see the water or say hello to people, lest you only miss me when you take a bath in the future."

Yan Xinran agreed, "Yes."

It can be tall!Sleepless in the middle of the night and get nervous together.

"how about you?"

Uro raised his eyebrows and said, "If you die, I... Well, I chose the position myself before, don't say I'm unfair, you choose a position yourself."

The wind suddenly picked up, and Yan couldn't hear whether he laughed, but he said slowly, "I'm going to stab you in the leg."

This position was beyond Uro's expectation. He originally thought that according to the shameless state of the two of them and the progress of their relationship, it was reasonable to say that the stabbing in the heart was reasonable, and it even made people happy to turn over the table and yell dog blood, so he listened. It is hard to avoid being surprised by another answer, "Legs, is there any unknown particularity about this?"

"It's nothing, I just think this answer is rather insignificant." Yan answered him slowly, then took a breath, submerged in the water to clean the blood from his hair.

Uro "..."

When Yan came ashore to change his clothes, it didn't take long, the surging heat on his body finally calmed down, and it returned to ice-cold again.

"How many times have you been through this?" Wu Luo didn't spend much effort or money this night, and didn't even waste too much saliva. At most, he used a pair of eyes to watch the people eating melons, so he deliberately asked a few more questions to cover up his guilty conscience. , "I mean this kind of thing."

Yan was getting dressed, thought for a moment and said, "I don't remember, it's been too many times."

It is because there are too many, that is why we can harvest everyone's life so accurately and neatly without hesitation. Unlike medical students experimenting on animals, death has become the best practice method, whether it is a stone or a spear, or Bows and arrows bloody penetrate the lives that were alive and kicking a moment ago, making them become them.

The transition between the living and the dead is surprisingly quick.

"Then how did you deal with it in the past?"

"According to Buddhism, that is crossing that can be crossed, and crossing that cannot be crossed." Yan hardly thought too much, he knew that Wu Luo didn't really want to know his past, but just wanted to understand Amber from these experiences Which path to choose, both of them know too much about the future, and they can see which page of history will be turned from the clues.

Wu Luo said helplessly, "Wise words are cute, but it's shameful to be cute."

"Is that cute?" Yan Yue said.

Meng Meng Meng.

Wu Luo rolled his eyes, and walked back with Yan with his suitcase. When they returned, more than half of the corpses on the ground had disappeared, and the people in the tribe were still working hard like hardworking worker ants. live.The number of people injured this time was far less than before. After all, it was a real collision at the time. This time, it was still separated by a fence. Amber was sitting on a log in the square without knowing what she was thinking. It was used as a whip, and many of the men in the captives had red faces.

Amber is indeed very irritable tonight.

Looking at those rope marks and slaps, Wu Luo knew that this group of people must not be safe, and Amber's current mood was also not necessarily beautiful.Although he was a very courageous man, he didn't have any confidence in provoking women's rage, so he looked for Yan Xiaowang among the crowd, but he couldn't find anyone, so he asked the nearest clansman, "Where is Xiaowang? "

"I'll show everyone the wound in the house." The woman answered him in a hurry, and then ran away in a hurry.

Yan was also looking for Yan Xiaowang, and there was chaos just now. He was not worried about Yan Xiaowang's personal safety, but just worried that the child would desperately want to help, so he leaned over and asked, "Where did he go?"

"In the house, she said that she was..." Uro showed a troubled and suspicious smile on his face, "Healing people's injuries."

There is one thing to say, the child is young, but it is really easy to use. Yan Xiaowang followed his father and didn't just eat rice and not grow his brains, but he still learned a few tricks.As the most industrious child in a family of three, generally speaking, Wu Luo is in charge of making proposals and Yan is in charge of implementing them, so Yan Xiaowang can only take the middle position and support himself.

The men were a little startled sitting in the medical room. Seeing the children sitting upright with serious faces, if they were replaced by Xiaoku or Yu, they would have already sang and sang so embarrassingly that the two young men went out of the door. , it happened to be Yan Xiaowang, so he faltered for a while, neither daring not to believe it, but also daring not to believe it completely.

The previously ground rice bran was kneaded into yellow rice noodles, and fried in a pan with animal oil to form pieces of crispy oil cakes. It tasted tasteless and rough, but it was slightly oily and soft when stuffed in the mouth. Again, it's a bit interesting to eat it as the number one cake for the Chinese New Year when it's cold.

Yan Xiaowang stuffed oil cakes into his mouth and asked them vaguely, "Which one of you will come first."

In fact, generally speaking, there are no patients with minor injuries in tribal clinics. Modern people use Band-Aids for scratched fingers. Primitives don’t apply Band-Aids at all. One, like half of Amber's face was covered with blood, she knew she had a small gash in her face, took a handful from the extinguished fire and wiped the blood mixed with blood clots on her forehead, she remained motionless.

So here are basically seriously injured people.

When Wu Luo and Yan arrived, Yan Xiaowang was finishing his oil cake and setting fire to the fire, and the patients were sitting on the ground with sad faces watching him boil the water, just like the kidnapped master and third junior brother in Journey to the West, and Yan Xiaowang took care of it all by himself. The big king and the little demon plus the gang leader, with a height that can barely exceed 1.4 meters and don't need to spend money on the bus, it gives people a shocking feeling like Mount Tai.

"Bound milk." Wu Luo bumped Yan with his elbow, and said happily, "You didn't miss the previous class."

Yan nodded, didn't say anything, just walked over and sat in his seat, and now everyone rushed over, showing him the injury with a bitter face.

This kind of occasion was not suitable for Uro, he leaned against the door and smiled, then turned and left, first went to look at the captives - there were already quite a few captured before, and they were almost put together with the animals.At that time, only women were left to resist, not to mention that there were many men this time, and the combined strength of these men was comparable to their entire combat power.

Of course, this premise is that Yan is not counted among them.

He is basically a character from the Wushuang game, and his eyes are probably hidden under the tattoos. As many tattoos as there are on his body, he can estimate how many eyes he has.

On the way, Wu Luo was stopped by Hu Po, and everyone hurried back and forth. Seeing Hu Po sitting desolately, looking like an empty-nest old man, she held Wu Luo's sleeve, moved her lips, and said a little wronged, " I want to eat apples."

Uro went back to touch two apples, and the two people in power sat together on the flattened wooden bench, one of them was still bloodied, and looked like half a goddess and half a ghost.Amber held the bright red apple in her palm, her eyes were as gentle and amiable as Snow White, and her expression was like a stepmother who summoned a hunter. She took a big bite and said in a deep voice, "Witch, I'm thinking, to keep them completely Method."

"Huh?" Uro cooperated tacitly and asked, "What way."

Amber stared at him very sincerely, without the slightest coquettish temperament in the work, but was very serious in making comments, "Break all their legs, let's talk about the survivors?"

"..."

Ulo almost turned into Snow White, and he was sure that no prince could kiss him awake. The piece of fruit stuck in his throat and he hesitated where to go. It came out from the eye sockets, finally swallowed the apple into the esophagus, and said weakly, "You want... to abuse the captives?"

"Abuse?" Amber was puzzled, she still had blood on her hands, and she mercilessly treated the two men who started arguing when Yan left just now. The experience taught in the conference room before had the best teaching material , She pierced the chest and neck of the man with a spear, and confirmed that the bones in the chest were opened like armor, leaving enough gaps, but when she stabbed down, the blood overflowed from the wound, and there was no obstacle.

Amber disagrees, "They want to escape."

Since it is dishonest, then get rid of it directly. Yan previously joked that he had to cross or transcend, which is what he meant. Those who can stay honest will stay, and those who are dishonest can only be killed.This is similar to the nature of animal husbandry. Ferocious and temperamental beasts can only die, while the remaining domesticated animals are basically good-tempered and less threatening animals.

"Is it inconvenient to have a broken leg?"

After pondering for a moment, Uro asked, "With such a sudden increase in population, it is not known whether this winter will pass. Next year, we will open up more wasteland. Wouldn't it be better for them to work with healthy limbs?"

"They have to be obedient." Amber replied bluntly, then frowned quickly, looked over the crowd and landed on Mo in the distance, who was showing signs of resistance, winter is coming, she vaguely felt A nameless flame grows in the barren and empty heart, burns up the withered grass, and some new green shoots emerge, which fall heavily in the heart.

She didn't know what it was, but vaguely felt that it was an existence that she had never thought of.

Everyone's ending is death, but no one has ever wanted to end his life at birth. Survival is not a boring joke, but a process.

Amber noticed that her process was beginning to change, like a flower that had sent out its root system and firmly settled in the soil, it began to change its appearance and become a new type.

"this is your choice."

In the end, Uro just said silently, "I don't know what to say, Amber, their number is really dangerous, and winter is coming soon, if you decide to do this, I will not object."

But Amber shook her head, she stared at Uro, and suddenly overturned her opinion, "It's not good, you think so too."

"Ok?"

"Momo wants to kill their tribe. There are too few of them. We have too few people, too little food, and the road is too far away." Amber shook her head, said calmly and firmly, "He is very angry, I don't It's okay to be angry, if I break their legs, they're useless."

Uro responded and saw Amber standing up. She was not completely in a daze here, but was thinking about how to deal with the next thing.