Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 439 Westwood Village [16]

Calling the area in front of you a "road" is actually somewhat unrealistic.

Because it is already full of weeds, the gaps in the former gravel road are filled with the roots of weeds, and the yellow grass leaves cover the original road outline, which is no different from the wasteland.

Only according to the arrangement and direction of the surrounding houses, can we vaguely recognize that this is a road.

Mo Qing was standing in such a wasteland, looking at the road full of weeds and the houses that had already collapsed, he suddenly felt an uncontrollable sense of familiarity.

That feeling is fleeting.

At that moment, Mo Qing seemed to be able to imagine the picture of the house standing upright, the path covered with gravel, scattered houses on both sides, the herbs planted along the road bloomed, and the small figure was not as tall as the herbs, running on the path.

A gentle and smiling female voice shouted from behind:
"Slow down—"

The small figure turned around.

Mo Qing also turned his head.

Immediately, a slender figure came into view, looking straight at the abdomen. The strangely bluish skin was full of wrinkles, but the texture was exceptionally clear.Suddenly, the tall monster leaned down and approached Mo Qing abruptly. His slender red eyes suddenly met Mo Qing's eyes, which were full of coldness.

!

Such a visual impact instantly made Mo Qing's scalp tingle, and he raised his hand to attack the monster.

Her speed was so fast that Song Yiyuan couldn't see clearly, but the monster's speed was almost the same, and the movements of the two of them fighting each other left afterimages in Song Yiyuan's eyes, which was hard to catch.

Song Yiyuan was still pondering what Mo Qing said, when he saw the monster that suddenly appeared, he was stunned for a while before he could react.

Seeing that Mo Qing was getting anxious after fighting the monster, he quickly took out a crumpled rag and a glass bottle from his pocket.

Opened his mouth and bit the cork of the glass bottle to open it, and poured the kerosene in the bottle onto the rag.

At the same time, he took out a lighter and lit the rag.

The rag instantly became a ball of fire.

Song Yiyuan called out to Mo Qing, and threw the fireball in Mo Qing's direction.

Mo Qing saw the fireball out of the corner of his eye, and raised his hand to scoop it up. He was not afraid of the fire, and directly caught it with his palm. When resisting the monster's attack, he used the fireball to fight back. The monster seemed to be terrified of the fire. After being shaken twice, it seemed to be hit There was a scream of horror.

Seeing that it wanted to run away, Mo Qing did not intend to let it go this time.

Feeling the stinging pain from his palm, Mo Qing's expression became more and more indifferent. He held the knife handle with the other hand, and immediately dodged to block the monster's path.

The fireball frightened the monster, and when Mo Qing's dagger swiped towards it, it barely avoided it in time, but the tip of the knife still left a scratch on its abdomen.

The depth is about one centimeter, but its skin has just been pierced, and no blood has even leaked out.

Soon, the wound on its abdomen healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Mo Qing, your hand!"

Finding that Mo Qing hadn't thrown away the fireball, Song Yiyuan couldn't help opening his pupils, and shouted at Mo Qing.

Mo Qing didn't pay attention at all.

Her eyes froze, and while threatening the monster with the fireball, she began to attack the monster with all her strength, punching to the flesh, without any reservation.

The flame in the palm is getting smaller and smaller.

Mo Qing jumped up, swept his long legs, and kicked the monster's temple with his toe.

"Ouch-"

The monster let out a scream.

At the same time, under the impact of powerful force, the monster was directly kicked away, and its entire body rose into the air, smashing towards the ruins diagonally behind.

"boom!"

The monster's slender body hit the half-meter-high earthen wall and crashed into the ruins.

Mo Qing didn't stop, walked up to it with a stride, took out a nylon rope from his bag, and tied up the stunned monster with two or three strokes.

But her hand was severely burned, and when she pulled the nylon rope, flesh and dirty blood stained it.

"I come, I come, I come!"

Song Yiyuan jumped up straight away, feeling his scalp explode.

He wanted to do something for Mo Qing, even if it was the job of tying up monsters, but Mo Qing ignored him at all, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he tied the nylon rope with a knot.

The blood stained on the nylon rope was particularly glaring.

As a surgeon, Song Yiyuan had never seen any bloody scenes, but this scene still made him hard to accept.

"Are you crazy?! You can't feel the pain?!" Song Yiyuan suddenly shouted, with a rare serious expression.

Mo Qing was taken aback by his roar.

——This was the first time she was yelled at by Song Yiyuan.

She frowned, and turned her head to notice Song Yiyuan's dignified and serious expression. After thinking about it, she didn't care about Song Yiyuan, but just glanced at the injury on her palm.

She said: "Small injury."

"Small ass! You can eat cumin directly on your hand!" Song Yiyuan cursed with a dark face, and then pinched Mo Qing's wrist to check the injury on Mo Qing's palm.

Seeing this, Song Yiyuan's face darkened completely.

"My body recovers quickly," Mo Qing said indifferently, "This injury will heal within a day at most."

Song Yiyuan glared at her: "Shut up."

He was carrying the wound medicine given by Mo Qing, and regardless of the incapacitated monster next to him, he just dug out those bottles and cans from his pocket.

Mo Qing frowned: "Pay attention to your attitude."

"I just have this attitude, if I have the ability to complain—" In the middle of speaking, Song Yiyuan suddenly thought of something, and started to groan, "Hey, I'm not your teacher anymore, I can have whatever attitude I like."

"..."

Mo Qing wanted to remind him that he was his subordinate at the moment, but after thinking about it, he found it boring, so he didn't speak again.

Let him go.

Seeing Song Yiyuan take out all those bottles and examine them one by one, Mo Qing sighed and reminded: "The black bottle is specially used to treat trauma."

"Does it work?" Song Yiyuan picked up the little black bottle.

Mo Qing looked slightly cold: "Do you know who you are questioning?"

"Go, go, go."

Song Yiyuan nodded hastily, and put away his doubts about her.

Before applying the medicine, Mo Qing's burned skin needs to be cleaned and disinfected.

The conditions are simple and there are not many tools, so Song Yiyuan's technique is excellent, he used a small knife to carry out a simple disinfection, carefully gouged out the burnt flesh in Mo Qing's palm, and then applied the medicine in Mo Qing's little black bottle, Wrap it up with a bandage.

Mo Qing didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

"No matter how fast you recover, you'd better not mess around until the injury has fully recovered."

After Song Yiyuan finished exhorting, he thought for a while that the deterrent might not be enough, so he added: "Otherwise, I will sue Huos."

"whispering sound."

Mo Qing gave him a cold look with disdain.

Sensing Mo Qing's indifference, Song Yiyuan snorted and threw the tools into his backpack.

"Old Ancestor, this is not the era of the past. We modern people are spoiled and pampered, and we will die if we get hurt. You have been awake for more than a year, and you haven't followed the Romans?" Song Yiyuan muttered, "It hurts like you , it can’t be dismissed by a small injury... Do you believe it or not? If you know that I threw the fireball to you, he can secretly trip me up for half a year?"

"He wouldn't make such a fuss."

Mo Qing said without thinking.

"Tsk."

Song Yiyuan shook his head.

He said: "I'm afraid you don't know how many things he has done behind your back?"

"What did he do?"

"A little farther away, regarding your observation diary, he was dissatisfied with it, and he stared at me and edited every word; a little closer, from the failure of the business to the complete bankruptcy of the Mo family, do you think he did nothing? And his efficiency in completing tasks is so high, haven't you thought about why?"

It was the first time Mo Qing heard this.

She froze for a moment: "Isn't he powerful?"

"...Forget it." Song Yiyuan choked, "But you know, sometimes, you can take a shortcut to achieve the same goal, but it's a little invisible."

Mo Qing gradually frowned.

Seeing this, Song Yiyuan coughed lightly, and said, "Of course, it's undeniable that he puts your interests first."

"..."

Mo Qing didn't speak.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

In fact, Song Yiyuan wanted to reveal these things to Mo Qing a long time ago, but he also thought that Jiang Ke had never done anything that harmed Mo Qing's interests, nor had he done anything to their teammates. This was a private matter between Mo Qing and Jiang Ke. So act like you don't know anything.

But since the topic was brought up just now, he inevitably mentioned a few words.

To be honest, he was a little afraid of Jiang Ke - this man's side of Mo Qing behind his back made people shudder.

"correct."

Song Yiyuan forcibly changed the subject: "You just said... you have been here before, what happened? You were here 100 years ago?"

Mo Qing was taken aback for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked around.

The sense of familiarity that was fleeting before was gone at this moment.

As if it never existed.

"I don't know, I don't have much impression." Mo Qing whispered, "Maybe I have dreamed about it."

She spoke vaguely.

In fact, she really has no impression of this place.

After meeting Liu Ye, she stayed by Liu Ye's side all the time, and her range of actions was limited.Later, he traveled with Jiang Yan and traveled to many places, but he definitely never came here.

Mo Qing thought for a while and said, "Maybe I have been to a similar place, and my memory is confused... After all, the architecture in this area is a common style a hundred years ago."

"It is."

Although Song Yiyuan was puzzled, he did not refute.

After fixing his eyes on a certain ruin, Mo Qing glanced at the quiet monster next to him and said, "I won't explore it today, let's take it back. I want to verify something."

Song Yiyuan looked at the monster, and couldn't help swallowing: "You want to take it back?"

Mo Qing asked as a matter of course: "Otherwise what are we going to do with it?"

As she spoke, she went to pull the rope that bound the monster.

Song Yiyuan quickly stopped her: "I'll do it."

He was afraid that Mo Qing would use her injured hand, so as not to aggravate the injury further.

Can--

Although the monster is thin, he is taller, and his weight is not at the same level as him.In terms of his physical fitness, he was considered above average in the human realm, but compared to monsters, it was nothing to mention.

So when he pulled the rope, he not only failed to pull the monster up, but almost staggered and fell.

Seeing this, Mo Qing twitched his eyebrows, sighed, stretched out his good right hand, and pulled the monster up with one hand.

Song Yiyuan: "..."

After a moment of silence, Song Yiyuan could only consciously move aside, took Mo Qing's backpack, and quietly followed behind.

When walking back, the monster was actually very uncooperative, and Mo Qing threatened it with force, but it was useless.

Later, it was Song Yiyuan who donated his kerosene and cloth, found a stick on the ground to make a torch, and successfully subdued the monster who was afraid of fire.

"Hey, it's really afraid of fire." Song Yiyuan was a little proud, but after thinking about it, he became worried again, "But why, isn't Abu afraid?"

Is Abu really domesticated and used to human life?
"If you can't find the answer, just leave it alone." Mo Qing replied indifferently.

Song Yiyuan thought for a long time but couldn't come up with an answer, so he could only wave his torch and put the question aside for the time being.

*
When we returned to Abu’s residence, it was almost noon, and the fog surrounding the village had almost dissipated.

The house shows no signs of being broken into.

Everything is as it was when they left.

There was no sign of Abu coming back either.

Mo Qing went directly to the kitchen, tied the monster to a wooden post, looked at the monster for a while, squinted his eyes, and then took out her saber.

Song Yiyuan saw it, he was a little nervous and confused, he hesitated and asked: "What are you going to do?"

"Here."

Mo Qing pointed to the scratch on the monster's abdomen with the tip of the knife.

The original wound of nearly one centimeter now only left a shallow mark.

——The self-healing ability of monsters is ridiculously strong.

Song Yiyuan stared at the scratch for a long time: "I remember that the cut was quite deep, right?"

"Yes." Mo Qing said, "I plan to try again."

Song Yiyuan's expression was tangled: "Could it be too cruel?"

"Don't worry, I won't be cruel."

"..."

Song Yiyuan felt that a person who turned a blind eye to his burnt palm had a completely different understanding of the three words "hands down" from his.

This is indeed the case.

Mo Qing only paused for two seconds before slashing the monster's arm.

Song Yiyuan's eyelids twitched, he couldn't bear it.

However, the monster's skin was rough and fleshy, and Mo Qing's knife cut only a little bit of its skin without any blood.In less than half a minute, its wound healed itself.

Song Yiyuan was dumbfounded: "This is too..." It goes against common sense!

How can anyone heal so quickly? !

Before Song Yiyuan could express his opinion, Mo Qing slashed the monster's arm again.

This knife is obviously deeper than before.

The skin of the arm is a little thinner than that of the abdomen, and the flesh is seen when the knife is cut down, and soon, "liquid" flows out of the wound...

"Bai..." Song Yiyuan was so surprised that he couldn't speak, "White blood! Why is it like a plant!"

"plant?"

Mo Qing looked at him strangely.

"Many plants will ooze white milk when cut, the most typical ones are rubber trees, banyan trees, oleander..." Song Yiyuan said, "In short, there are many, some of which are poisonous."

The further Song Yiyuan went on, the more he frowned: "But I have never seen any animal with white blood."

Mo Qing analyzed: "Maybe he is sick?"

"It can't be seen, I have to take it back and study it." Song Yiyuan rummaged through his body, and took out a small empty bottle like Tinker Bell to catch the monster's white blood.

It's a pity that the monster's healing speed is too fast, he only took a few drops, and the monster stopped bleeding.

The wound is also healing.

"Outrageous, simply outrageous." Song Yiyuan marveled, "If this is discovered by outsiders, it must be dragged into research."

Mo Qing didn't even bat an eyelid: "What we do now, there is no difference."

She swung the knife and slashed at the monster's arm again. When the blood seeped out again, she dipped a bit of it with a piece of bamboo.

Song Yiyuan asked curiously, "What do you want to do?"

"Try to see if it's poisonous."

Mo Qing scanned around, searching for the existence of other small creatures.

She asked Song Yiyuan to look at the monster, and found some ants to test the toxicity of the blood. After confirming that the ants were unharmed, she went into the house again. After a quarter of an hour, she caught a mouse for the experiment.

After feeding the blood to the mouse, the mouse is still full of energy.

After a rough test, Mo Qing made a judgment: "It should not be poisonous."

"..."

Song Yiyuan was dumbfounded.

This is too sloppy.

He sighed, and was about to say something, when he suddenly noticed Mo Qing's burnt left hand, and couldn't help adding a little sullen expression: "What did you just do?! Look at your hand!"

Mo Qing was startled, and lowered his head to glance at her left hand.

The pain in her left hand continued, but she didn't take it seriously. She used to think that her injury would be the same as before and would recover soon.

But now, the bandage on the palm of his hand was soaked in blood, turning it bright red.

Mo Qing was surprised.

what happened?

Her injuries... don't they always heal quickly?

(End of this chapter)