The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 527 What can cure is good witchcraft

Mang tribe, witch's yard.

Lie stumbled and ran in, came to a room on the left, pushed open the door, and saw the unconscious fish lying on the bed at a glance.

"Fish, my fish..."

Lie threw himself in front of the hospital bed all at once, seeing the countless wounds on Yu's body and the two legs that had been wrapped up, the usually strong man cried bitterly.

Someone from the fishing team had already told him what had happened. Lie only hated that he was not there at that time, otherwise he would have killed the person who took his son into pieces.

Qing Zhu and Chen Bei stood aside, watching Lie quietly, feeling unspeakably uncomfortable in their hearts.

Lie Wu stayed for a while, then suddenly knelt down in front of Qingzhu, weeping and said: "Wu, please save his legs, he is just a child, he can't lose his legs!"

Qing Zhu lowered his head and said: "It's too late, his hamstring has been severed for too long, it's already necrotic, and it can't be reattached."

Hearing Qingzhu's words, Lie's heart seemed to be stabbed by a knife, and he murmured to himself in despair: "How could this be, how could this be, he is only a ten-year-old child..."

Chen Bei patted Lie on the shoulder and said, "Lie, don't be too sad, life is more important than anything else."

Chen Bei thought of the other three children. They were killed by the Ant Tribe, and only one head was left when they were brought back to the Mang Tribe.

In contrast, the fish, although it has lost its legs, is doing fine.

Lie nodded blankly, various emotions such as remorse and unwillingness came to his heart, his nose felt sore, and he talked about some past events.

"When he was just born, it was the second year of our Mang tribe's establishment. In autumn, at that time, I was building a mud house with the leader."

"Suddenly someone shouted: Lie, your child is born!"

"I was so happy at that time, I don't even know how to describe it." Lie made a few meaningless gestures with his hands, trembling slightly.

"Later, I named him Fish. At that time, pottery was being fired, and the leader said that he could burn one specially for my son and engrave his name on it."

"I went to find Wu, and asked Wu to write the word fish on my hand. I was running all the way, and I didn't dare to hold my hand, for fear that the word would become blurred."

"I carved this word on the clay basin with my own hands. It's crooked. It's not very good-looking, but I'm happy! That's my son's name! This clay basin is still at home. It's fine, and it hasn't broken a bit .”

"Later, when the fish grew to two or three years old, it could walk, run, and cry."

"I clearly remember that autumn harvest that year, he was holding a water bottle, laughing, stumbling to me, calling 'Dad, drink water', at that moment, my heart almost melted."

"Later, he grew up slowly and became mischievous. He treated me like a sissy, and often beat him with a bamboo whip. He was really ruthless when he was beaten, and sometimes he really hurt after beating."

Lie's tears flowed more and more: "I knew about him sneaking out to fish, and I caught him a few times. I didn't spoil him and beat him a lot. This time I didn't catch him. Not only did I catch him The three children, their own legs are also crippled..."

Lie burst into tears, and his mind completely collapsed. A man who was usually so strong and so shameless threw himself in front of the hospital bed, crying heartbreakingly.

Qing Zhu and Chen Bei stood aside without speaking, they didn't know how to comfort Lie, they could only hope that he could be stronger.

At this moment, the fish on the hospital bed did not know when he woke up, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Yu struggled to reach out to Lie's face, feeling the hot tears, choked up and said: "Father, I was wrong, I was really wrong..."

Seeing his son waking up, Lie wiped away his tears, raised his hand, and wanted to hit him, but finally put it down weakly.

Qing Zhu tugged at Chen Bei's sleeve, motioning him to go outside together.

Chen Bei nodded, and walked outside with Qing Zhu, leaving the space inside for Lie and his son.

Walking into the yard, Chen Bei whispered: "Is there really no way for his legs?"

Qingzhu hesitated for a moment, and said: "Actually, there is a way, and that is to use black witchcraft to change the tendons of his legs."

"Change tendons?" Chen Bei felt a little unbelievable.

Qingzhu nodded, and said: "There is such a method recorded in black witchcraft, but no one knows whether it can be successful, and whether it can be used normally as before after success."

"It's really because of this, so I didn't tell Lie. I was afraid that he would have too much hope and be even more disappointed."

Chen Bei said: "Then we have to try, anyway, the situation is already so bad now, even if we fail, it will not be much worse than now."

"There are many disabled people in the tribe. If it can be successful, it is also a hope for others."

Chen Bei believes that no matter what kind of black or white witchcraft, as long as it can save people, it is good witchcraft. He doesn't think so much about black and white.

"I'll try my best." Qingzhu was more cautious, she didn't agree directly.

In order to cultivate more powerful fighters, the former black witches made many attempts that were unimaginable to normal people.

They replaced animal claws, tails, hearts, and even heads with human warriors, hoping to gain more powerful power.

Most of these attempts have failed, after all, the organs of different species do not fit well.

But these lunatics have conducted a large number of experiments, and a small part of them has always been successful.

For example, the black witch skeleton before, he successfully transformed his body into a skeleton, which existed for a long time in the state of soul.

There are also some experiments, such as human-to-human organ swapping, muscle replacement, etc., which have achieved certain success, but this success is probabilistic.

Qingzhu returned to her house, and began to ponder the technique of changing tendons in black witchcraft.

In the Mang tribe, intensive preparations for the war with the Ant tribe began.

The war between the Mang Tribe and the Ant Tribe is bound to start. This incident just brought this process forward.

This time, the Mang Tribe still put the time of war after the snow in winter, just like the last time they attacked the Spider Tribe.

After snowfall, the giant ants and flying ants of the ant tribe, including their fighters, will be restricted in their movements.

On the other hand, the Mang tribe has adapted to fighting and living in the snow from a very early age, which is their advantage.

"Prepare sufficient weapons, food, and medicine. We must win this battle!"

At the meeting, Chen Bei arranged everything and tried not to miss any details.

Although the ant tribe has been consumed several times, they used to be the largest tribe in the central region, and they are still very powerful now, so they must not be underestimated.

In a blink of an eye, autumn passed and winter came, and snowflakes floated in the sky again.

The sacrificial ceremony of the Mang tribe also began.

Because there is a war against the ant tribe, more warriors will be awakened in this sacrificial ceremony. Similarly, a lot of sacrifices will be consumed. The flame rhinoceros must maintain sufficient divine power to cope with the next battle.

After the sacrifice, heavy snow began to fall one after another, and not long after, the entire Southern Wilderness was covered by heavy snow.

Everyone in the ant tribe retreated to the ant nest, relying on the food stored in autumn to spend the winter. They would not have thought that the Mang tribe was already eyeing them and wanted to attack them.

(End of this chapter)