Chapter 107: Treatment of Chief Zhang (2/2)
Cao Ting's lips trembled, and she wanted to call his name.
The Whitehead boy put his finger on his lips, and Cao Ting understood the meaning of the gesture and smiled with tears. Little Mo is still alive, this is great!
Yan Mo turned to Yuan Zhan and said. “Don't let anyone approach me.”
Yuan Zhan looked at Zheng, Zheng nodded, and a circle of warriors came up and surrounded the open space.
Zheng looked at The Old Priest again, The Old Priest only stepped back two steps. ”I have to look things here!”
Yuan Zhan stood by Yan Mo and he wouldn't let anyone close to him.
All the warriors' heads and elders did not leave, and Chief's wife and children came out. The woman of Chief was a very quiet, very few people knew her. She was holding a child who would only lick his fingers and only stood by the elders. The man on the animal skin was tired and sad.
Others may be proud of their man being Chief, and she only feels tired.
Because her man is Chief, when the tribe lacks food, their child is always the first to be eaten, the first time she pleaded, the second time she struggles, the third time, the fourth time... she gradually grew numb, she didn't want to birth more children, but she still had her fifth child.
She sometimes looks at the man who is about to die. If he dies, will this child live?
No one knows what Chief's wife is thinking, and Yan Mo sat sideways next to Chief.
Cao Ting was shocked, she found something looked wrong now. Why do the warriors look at Little Mo with awesome eyes? Do they know that Little Mo will have some magical ways to save people?
And... Why did Little Mo's hair turn white?
Cao Ting was not very concerned about Yan Mo's slightly vicissitudes. People here are like this, life is too hard, food is not enough, people can easily get old.
“He is very hurt and is almost dying. He won't last two days.” Yan Mo said to Zheng.
The Old Priest sneered disdainfully. Everyone knows this kind of thing, I don't believe it, the Chief is like this, you can save people back!
Zheng did not feel disappointed, he just asked: ”Can you save?”
Yan Mo also only answered one word: ”Yes.”
All the warriors are ecstatic!
The Old Priest eyes widened, impossible, this person is lying!
“As I said, I have to pay a great price to save people, and your Chief is too hurt and his life is almost gone. I can't cure him all at once.”
“Of course.” Zheng immediately said that he did not expect Whitehead teenager could restore the Chief to the way he was before the injury. ”As long as you can let us live the Chief, as long as he can stand up again, I will give you a slave.”
Yan Mo smiled. ”I like to be clear before I do things, you should say the conditions well, so that you won’t ask for a hindrance.”
He can ask the Yuan Ji Tribe people to thank him and give him a slave automatically, but he doesn’t think it’s necessary, so it’s clearer. Ok, save him a lot of thoughts on the intrigue that he is not good at.
Zheng understands and asked: ”How many slaves do you want?”
“For the first time, I want a hundred healthy warriors and a hundred healthy women.”
“No!” The Old Priest was categorically refusing before Zheng spoke: ”You are a greedy one, the tribe can not give so many warriors and women to you.”
Yan Mo was not angry, only asked: ”So, do you think your chief is not worth switching with two hundred people?”
Can The Old Priest be worth it? He can't say that he can only look at the heads of other elders and warriors, and he said with a gloomy face: ”Do you agree with this exchange?”
Zheng finally asked Yan Mo once: ”Can you really save our Chief?”
If it was in the past life Yan Mo, who was repeatedly suspected and questioned by the patient's family, would have had already turned his face away, but now he had to endured it, and he replied with a smile again:
“Yes .”
”Good!” Zheng promised: ”I will give you a hundred warriors and a hundred women!”
“Very good, the second rescue, if you need more to be rescued, let's talk again.” Yan Mo was satisfied with Zheng, he hates bargaining, then The Old Priest obviously wants press the ”price” down, but Zheng did not cooperate with him, which is good.
The transaction price was negotiated, and Yan Mo did not make a fool of himself. He directly held the right hand of Chief Zhang.
Seeing the Whitehead boy holding Chief's hand, he closed his eyes and stopped talking, and the scene became very quiet.
But soon, someone exclaimed, it was Qiu Ning, who was relatively close.
This young boy is unable to control his emotions. He has been staring at the white-headed boy, and his eyes have seen his face become a little old.
The change of Yan Mo, the person standing in the circle around him saw it. Even if someone could not see his face, the body that the teenager gradually succumbed also indicated that he was consuming his own life force.
Yuan Zhan was very uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that he didn't want to watch at Yan Mo again, but he forced himself to watch.
Every time Yan Mo bless others, he will feel that his heart is constantly being stabbed by something sharp. He is not willing to let him bless others, including him.
At this time, Yan Mo also shed tears in his heart.
If you calculate a person's vitality in terms of one hundred, Chief Zhang probably only has 0.1 lifeleft in him. He ”blesses” Zhang, unlike other people who he blessed.Although he blessed many people they didn't use much vitality. How much vitality is used, and Zhang actually took 50% of his maximum limit on the ground.
Such a blessing do not say that five times a day, that is, once a day can make him suffer for a whole day, but this consumes half of vitality, although it is not real consumption, but the pain actually exists on the ground.
“God! Chief, he...” Diao pointed to Chief's body and was incoherent.
Not only Diao, including The Old Priest, all the people who stared at Chief saw the magical scene that they could not imagine.
Chief Zhang's wounds were healing. Although the torches are not as bright as white, they can still see that the color of the black and rotted wounds kept changing rapidly. They also saw that the black liquid like the dirt flowing out of the wound and gradually turns into a bright red. .
When the blood turns red, the wounds gathered more quickly, as if the snow surface that had been slashed with a knife was suddenly smoothed by hand, and the wounds became a red mark when they were gathered, and the red marks faded a little. Soon even the red marks could not be seen, and the wounds were like never existed.
The part of the bruising that was purple bleeding or swollen disappeared and the blue-violet marks quickly dissipated.
It was wonderful that all the new injuries that would cause damage to Zheng disappeared, but the old scars on his body still existed, just as the healers knew not to waste vitality on the old wounds that were harmless.
Yan Mo's actions have completely exceeded the imagination of these people. They thought that the white-headed teenager could wake up Chief at most, but they didn't think he could do this!
This is not the power of mortals at all, this is the true power of God!
The Old Priest dropped his head. He didn't want to admit it, but the power of the other side was clearly the power of God.
Cao Ting was lost. Is this person really Little Mo?
The warriors' head almost put their right fists on the left chest at the same time. They didn't think so much with The Old Priest. They just saw the white-headed boy exchange for their Chief life with his own life! They even thought that for such a force, such a price, two hundred slaves really is not much.
“Call-!” Chief Zhang suddenly made a long exhalation.
“Chief!” A dozen screams rang at the same time.
The people outside are not aware of the changes in the situation. Many people even heard that the Chief had gone to see the Mother God.
But soon they heard a huge cheer.
“Chief woke up! Chief is alive!” The excitement and excited cheered through the valley like a wave.
The people of Yuan Ji Tribe are happy and crazy. Many warriors yelled and screamed, and the women cried on the spot and the valley was full of joy.
Zheng opened his eyes and saw the white-haired man holding his hand at a glance.
“Are you awake? Very good.” The white-haired man gave him a hoarse smile.
Zheng slowly sat up and The Old Priest wanted to come over and was stopped by Da He.
Zheng walked up to Zhang, kneeling on one knee, his eyes red and he screamed: ”Chief!”
“I just thought I saw Great God Jia Mo.” Zheng let out a bold laugh, he did not push the hands of the white hair, Instead, he clenched it.
Very comfortable, it let him come back full of strength, it was like being soaked in the warm, gentle, powerful power of God. Although he never experienced the power of the power of God, he felt that what he now feels is the power of God.
“Who are you?” Zheng involuntarily lowered his voice and asked the white-haired person.
The white-haired man smiled at him and his body suddenly fell backwards.
Yuan Zhan hugged Yan Mo and held him in his arms like a child, putting his head on his shoulder. In this way, Mo had to bless him once more but he didn’t have much energy today. Instead of letting someone lie on the cold ground, or let others accidentally touch him, it’s better if he were to hold him.
Zheng got up and turned to Yan Mo. He used a wooden spear to slam the ground and yelled at the same time: ”Hey!”
”Hey!” The other warriors looked at Yan Mo at the same time and slammed the wooden spear to the ground.
“Hey! Hey! Hey!”
”Hey! Hey! Hey!”
The same chant the same movement in the row of warriors in the war, until the warriors of the whole valley all joined this behavior.
Yuan Zhan looked at the warriors with Yan Mo. He knew that the warriors of Yuan Ji Tribe expressed their greatest respect to Yan Mo.
Yan Mo who was on Yuan Zhan's shoulder and was weak and said: ”Let them not waste it. If you have the strength, you will help me cook the meat sent by Jiu Feng, heaven.....I'm starved!”