Heroic Death System

In a drowsy state, Shang Ke felt a burning pain coming from his back, as if someone was smearing something on his wound.Mutu's breath was beside him, and a big hand gently stroked his head.

The action of applying the medicine stopped, and then an old voice was heard saying: "I've already applied the medicine for him, now it's up to him to do it himself."

Shang Ke recognized that the speaker was Qiao Huo, the witch doctor of the Lion Clan, but his words sounded a bit resigned to fate.He was very aware of his injuries. Although serious, they were basically traumatic injuries. As long as he applied the medicine well and took care not to get infected, with the orc's physical fitness, he would have no problem recovering.

"Qiao Huo, be sure to cure him!" Mutu ordered forcefully.

Qiao Huo said coldly: "Patriarch, I'm just a little witch doctor, and I don't have the strength to resist the God of Destiny."

Mutu didn't speak, but he could still feel his anger.

His back hurt more and more, Shang Ke couldn't hold on, and fell into a coma again.

In the next few days, Shang Ke woke up intermittently several times, but the time was shorter each time, and the injury became more and more serious, as if it had begun to fester.

It was only at this time that Shang Ke realized that there might be something wrong with the wound medicine that the witch doctor gave him.He has seen him treat other orcs. Although his medical skills are not high, he is quite experienced in preparing trauma medicines.

When it was time to change the dressing again, Shang Ke really wanted to stop him, but he was exhausted, his mind was dizzy, and he couldn't speak, so he could only let the witch doctor smear on him.Severe pain came from the wound on the back, as if a layer of flesh had been scraped off, Shang Ke could not help but tremble slightly.

"Yanu, does it hurt?" Mutu's anxious voice rang in his ears.

Shang Ke tried his best to raise his sour eyes, but he could only see a blurred face.His ears were buzzing, and the sound of Mutu getting angry at the witch doctor hit his brain like a bell and drum, making his consciousness even more blurred.

No, he had to find a way to tell Mutu that there was something wrong with the medicine.He has already completed the main task, so how could he be willing to die in other people's schemes!

After a while, he was the only one left in the room.Pulling himself together, he moved his fingers to the side of the stone bed with difficulty, groped for the sharp part, then rubbed his fingers back and forth on the sharp point, rubbed for a while, rested for a while, and continued until the wound was hard torn apart and flowed out. blood.

This process took him more than half an hour.

Shang Ke raised his bloody fingers and tremblingly drew the shape of a medicinal herb on the stone bed. With a few simple strokes, he almost exhausted all his strength.

Just after finishing the painting, Mutu came out from the house.

Shang Ke was pleasantly surprised: Mutu, look down quickly!

However, Mutu didn't hear his cry, only saw his bleeding fingers, and then sat down on the stone bed, wiping away the blood that hadn't dried up.

Shang Ke couldn't help but shed tears, and the results of more than half an hour fell short like this.This is probably his last hope. If he doesn't change his medicine, he may not survive tomorrow.

"Patriarch, we are leaving." The orc shouted from outside.

Mutu wiped away the tears from the corners of Shang Ke's eyes distressedly, his brows were deeply frowned, and his eyes were full of worry and anger.

It was not until there was another urging sound from outside that Mutu let go of the hand that had stopped the bleeding again, lowered his head and kissed his face, and said softly: "Wait for me to come back." Then he stood up slowly, walking heavily Step by step, go out step by step.

He didn't want to leave, but he had to.Half of their stored food was burned by hyenas, and it must be replenished as soon as possible, otherwise, this cold season, how many people in the tribe would starve to death.

Shang Ke on the bed felt that Mutu's aura was gradually fading away, and he silently asked for help in his heart: Mutu, don't go, don't go...

Mutu paused, and turned his head to look at Shang Ke again, feeling a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart, always feeling that he would never see his fox again after walking away.

However, the responsibility of being the lion king made him finally walk out of Shang Ke's room, and together with other warriors, he was busy for the survival of the whole clan.

Shang Ke closed his eyes weakly, and the last ray of hope was completely shattered with Mutu's departure...

Mutu led the tribe's warriors, looking for traces of the prey all the way.But when the cold season came, most of the animals had already hid in their nests. In the whole morning, they only harvested one wild boar, three hares and a few nuts.

"Huh? Patriarch, are you injured?" While resting, an orc suddenly asked.

"What?" Mutu looked at him inexplicably.

Pointing to his trousers, the orc said, "There's blood on your trousers."

Mutu pulled his pants, and sure enough, he saw a bloodstain on the back of his right leg.

He didn't care either, and said casually, "Maybe I accidentally touched it somewhere, I wasn't injured."

Just as he was about to let go, his heart suddenly moved, and he pulled it over to have a look.The shape of this bloodstain is a bit strange, it doesn't look like it was formed naturally.

After thinking for a while, Mutu simply cut off the piece of fabric with a knife and held it in front of his eyes for a closer inspection.

Seeing this, the other orcs showed embarrassing expressions: Do you want to cut off the whole piece of cloth because of a little blood stain...

Mutu rubbed the blood on the cloth. Although the lines were blurred, the general shape could still be seen. It should be the leaves of a plant.He suddenly remembered the fox's bleeding fingers and the marks on the edge of the stone bed. He didn't pay attention at the time, but thinking about it now, it might not be an ordinary bloodstain, but a message that the fox left for him specially?From this point of view, the wound on the fox's finger was probably made by himself, just to draw this pattern.

Thinking of this, Mutu's face became extremely ugly.The fox couldn't speak, so he could only communicate with him in this way, even hurting himself, but he didn't pay attention at all.

The fox was crying, not because of the pain of the wound, but because of his negligence.

Mutu stood up abruptly, and said loudly, "I'm going back to the tribe first, you guys continue hunting!"

After saying this, he quickly ran in the direction of the tribe without stopping.

"Hey, was the patriarch who ran over just now?" An orc looked at the back of the person who had gone away.

"It seems to be, why did he come back early?"

"Perhaps they found a large group of prey and came back to gather people."

The orcs talked while repairing the broken house.

Mutu rushed into Shang Ke's room, walked quickly to his bedside, and whispered, "Fox, I'm back, what do you want to tell me?"

The bloodstain beside the stone bed was already a mess, not as clear as the pattern rubbed on the cloth.But even so, Mutu couldn't understand the meaning.

Shang Ke's eyelashes fluttered a few times, but he failed to open his eyes.

Mutu gently held his hand and asked again: "Yanu, what do you want to tell me?"

Shang Ke has no energy to respond, and his life is rapidly draining.

Mutu felt the coldness of his body, and a huge panic rose in his heart.He unfolded the cloth again, carefully identifying the patterns on it.

First of all, it can be determined that this is a leaf, but why did he draw a leaf, and is this leaf useful?

Out of the corner of Mutu's eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the green juice smeared on Shang Ke's back, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: medicinal herb!What the fox drew for him was a medicinal herb!

He remembered that when he was injured, the fox healed him himself. At that time, he recovered quickly, thinking that his injury was not serious. Now that he thinks about it, it is very likely that the wound medicine prepared by the fox is very effective.

Comparing the herb in memory, it is indeed very similar to the leaves on the cloth.The fox wants him to help him change his medicine!

The witch doctor has been treating for so long, and the injury has not diminished but has become serious. It can be seen that the wound medicine he used is very problematic, and he has not discovered the abnormality until now, which has delayed Shang Ke's treatment.Mutu finally understood Shang Ke's meaning, but he was already in danger at this time.

While secretly hating his own stupidity, he rushed out murderously.

Instead of going to trouble with the witch doctor, he went to find the herb.

Fox, you will be fine!

Shang Ke could feel his consciousness floating up and down, not knowing where he was.

At this time, a voice with a smile suddenly came from my ear: [Shoumo, you are my partner for dual cultivation, don't be lazy, what's the matter with your junior who always loses to you? 】

[Winning or losing is not important, as long as you are happy. 】

【Winning or losing is not important, but I don't want you to get hurt.If I find out that someone has left even a scar on your body, I will scrape off a layer of that person's skin. 】

【You're too cruel, what about the promise to get rid of evil? 】

[I am already very upright. Since I met you, I have never hurt anyone's life again, so don't give me a chance to break the precept, let me continue to be a well-dressed gentleman. 】

[Hahaha, you have the nerve to say that you are an 'honest man' and 'well-dressed', I think 'clothed animal' is more appropriate, hahaha...]

[Don't laugh, you can remember, don't get hurt! 】

【alright……】

The voice gradually became blurred, but Shang Ke's consciousness gradually became clearer.

He slowly opened his eyes, first he saw the animal skin blanket next to his face, and then a messy golden hair.

Mutu was leaning back against the bed, with his head down, snoring happily.

He didn't die?Shang Ke was both surprised and delighted.It seems that Mutu finally recognized the herb and prevented him from being cured to death by the witch doctor.

There was a coolness on the back, and the burning pain before was gone, but it was still relaxed at this time.This kind of injury may be a kind of torture for others, but for him who has long been accustomed to the pain, as long as the pain is relieved a little, it is great happiness.

Mutu noticed the movement around him, opened his eyes suddenly, saw Shang Ke woke up, and exclaimed in surprise: "You're awake!"

Immediately, he realized that the voice seemed too loud, so he immediately suppressed his throat and asked in a low voice, "How do you feel? Is there any discomfort? I prepared a basin of fine sand for you. If you want to say something, just draw it in the sand tray."

Shang Ke shook his head slightly, bent his eyes at him, and showed a smile like a newborn, with crystal brilliance flowing in his eyes.

Mutu inexplicably felt his heart ache, picked up a bunch of long hair, brought it to his lips, and kissed him tenderly and reverently.

[Additional task 1 - to ensure that no one of the Lion Clan dies of hunger in this cold season. 】

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Mutu: Fox, why are you staring at my ass, do you find it particularly sexy?

Shang Ke: It's this ass that erased my blood book and almost made me die with regret.

Mutu: ...I know I was wrong.

Shang Ke: It’s not enough to just know your mistakes, from today on, give me a thin buttocks!

Mutu: (╥口╥) Let the ball go...