Let Go Of That Primordial Man

After opening his eyes, Master Niu glanced at the dim yellow light in the cave, and knew that it was in the Langya Cave, which represented the rhythm of dawn.

This is already the third day that he and Tumei have been imprisoned here.

After three days of observation, Master Niu was able to discover that there is actually quite a large population living in this huge Langya Cave.

He didn't know exactly how many people there were for a while, but Master Niu had seen thousands of different faces in the past few days.

Among them, hundreds of people wore relatively gorgeous animal skin clothes, and they should be full-fledged members of various levels of this rebellious force, while the larger number were low-status slaves.

Their daily work and rest time is completely accompanied by the intensity of light emitted by the magical luminous tree.

Almost half of the time, the light emitted by these luminous trees will be very bright, even a little dazzling.

In the next half of the time, the light of the luminous tree will become soft and dim, making people sleepy for no reason.

At this time, there are very few figures inside and outside the main halls of Langya Cave; because at this time, it is the sleeping time of the natives living here...

It took a lot of effort before Master Niu held on and got up from the haystack under him.

Through the dim light, he could find Tumei in the prison next door, who was snoring soundly at this time, and had no signs of infection, fever or other flare-up symptoms.

At this time, Master Niu finally breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Tu Mei's injury had completely stabilized.

Tu Mei's injury was not treated by Master Niu; it was Di Tuo who brought a very old man over to treat him.

Obviously, they didn't want Tumei to die until they squeezed enough harvest from Tumei's mouth; the current situation of Master Niu and Tumei is quite safe,

The only thing that made Master Niu a little uneasy was the strange healing method that the old man used.

In the Luolei Mountains, in the periphery of the entire plain, and in the central part of the Central Plains, Master Niu has never heard of a weird healing method.

First of all, the old man grabbed a wild bee as thick as a thumb out of the many large and small clay pots hanging on his body.

The whole body of the wild bee is shiny golden, and the long bee needles on the tail have a cold light like a metal weapon.

The old man pinched the wild bee's needle and nailed it to a blood vessel in Tumei's neck with extraordinary precision. Immediately, Tumei lost all sense of body like a piece of wood.

Then, the old man grabbed Tumei's lower abdomen wound with one hand, the sharp spike that was as thick as a spear, and pulled it out in such a rough manner.

A large stream of blood spewed out from Tu Mei's hideous wound; if this continues, it may not be long before the little blood in Tu Mei's emaciated body will drain completely.

At this critical moment, the old man put his hand into the biggest clay pot at his waist.

When he took his hand out of the clay pot, there was already a toad as big as a bunny in his hand.

The appearance of the toad was very ugly, and it was even disgusting to say the least, but looking at the cautious posture of the old man, it was extremely precious.

The old man squeezed hard the belly of the huge toad in his hand.

In an instant, a mouthful of snot-like saliva was accurately spit out from the toad's mouth to the wound on Tumei's lower abdomen; then Tumei's body was turned, and after the old man did the same, another big mouthful of saliva was caught. Spit on the wound on the back.

After spitting out and taking two mouthfuls of saliva, the huge toad began to feel a little depressed, and the old man took back the clay pot at his waist with a painful expression on his face...

Soon, a miraculous scene happened. From the originally hideous wound, the gushing blood was completely blocked from the moment the thick saliva covered it.

Compared with a series of methods such as hemostasis and wound suturing that are commonly used in modern planes, I don't know how much stronger it is.

In the final process of the treatment, the old man grabbed a big black skinned mouse that was alive and kicking from another smaller pottery pot on his waist.

With dazzling hand speed, the old man slaughtered the big rat on the spot.

The two palm-sized mouse skins that were carefully peeled off from the big mouse were pasted on the front and back of the wound on Tumei's lower abdomen, and the whole treatment was considered to be over.

Then the old man and Di Tuo, carrying the big skinned mouse, left here without saying a word.

Outside the simple prison cell, there were no guards. It was obvious that they had strong confidence in feeding the eggs before, and they were not at all worried that Master Niu and Tumei could escape...

From the analysis of the old man's expression when he left, he should have considerable confidence in this treatment.

It's just that such a weird treatment method can be said to be unprecedented for Mr. Niu, and naturally he has no confidence in its effect.

Fortunately, after he found that his physical strength and witchcraft power disappeared, his mental strength was not affected at all, and naturally it did not affect his use of the portable space.

Therefore, Master Niu is ready at any time. As long as Tumei's injury worsens, he will feed Tumei with the healing witch medicine in his portable space, as well as a large amount of oral antibiotics.

What surprised him was that such a strange treatment method turned out to be very effective...

Three days later, Tumei, who was also fed the strange eggs and lost her physical strength and witchcraft power, had recovered from the serious injury on her lower abdomen.

At this time, Master Niu looked at Tumei who had fallen into a long sleep.

I couldn't help sighing in my heart: It seems that these rebels from the Wu Temple can still live so well after being hunted down and suppressed by the Wu Temple for so many years; So unique...”

All the things on Master Niu and Tumei had been snatched up by these rebels from the witch temple long ago.

The watch in his hand naturally failed to escape the poisonous hands of these people, so for a while Master Niu had no way of knowing how long it was before the so-called dawn here.

Fortunately, not long after he sat on the haystack, the light on the luminous tree became brighter.

At the same time, a large number of slaves began to appear and get busy; among them was a half-sized slave who came carrying two dark wooden bowls.

He stuffed two wooden bowls into the cell respectively, and shouted: Here! This is your food today.

After hearing the word food, Mr. Niu's stomach immediately filled with sour water.

I took a look at the wooden bowl, and as expected, today's food is still a large bowl of baked golden, exuding a tempting fragrance, but there are all kinds of small bugs with hideous faces.