Heroic Death System

In a coma, you can still feel the spicy pain coming from your back, as if someone was applying something to his wound. Mutu's aura was around him, with a big hand gently touching his head.

The application stopped and an old voice was heard saying: "I've drugged him and it's up to him now. ”

It is possible to recognize that the man who spoke was Jojo, a Lion witch doctor, but his words sounded a little obedient. He is well aware of his injuries, though serious, which are basically traumatic, so long as he is well medicated and healed, be careful not to get infected, with the physical qualities of an animal, healing is fine.

“Jojo, heal him!” Mutu commanded in a harsh tone.

"Sheikh, I'm just a little witch doctor, and I don't have the strength to resist the God of Destiny," said Jojo Leng. ”

Mutu has not spoken, but may be able to feel his anger.

My back is getting sore, I can't hold on, and I'm in a coma again.

In the days that followed, he could have awakened intermittently several more times, but one by one was shorter than the other, and the wounds were getting worse and worse and seemed to have begun to collapse.

It was only then that it became apparent that there might be a problem with the wound medication given to him by the witch doctor. He had seen him treat other veterinarians, and although he was not highly skilled in medicine, he was quite experienced in formulating trauma medicines, which did not make sense the more severe the treatment.

When it came time to change the medicine, he wanted to stop it, but he was exhausted, dizzy, unable to speak, and had to be left to the witch doctor to smear it on him. Severe pain came from the wounds on the back, and the flesh seemed to have been scratched off a layer and could not help but tremble slightly.

“Janu, does it hurt?” Mutual anxiety sounded in his ear.

Jean-Claude tried to lift his sour eyes and could only see a blurred face. His ears buzzed, Mutu fired at the witch doctor and struck his brain like a bell drum, blurring his consciousness.

No, he has to find a way to tell Mutu there's something wrong with the medicine. How can he be willing to die in someone else's calculations when he has completed the main task!

But many times, he was the only one left in the room. He pulled himself together, toughly moved his fingers to the stone bed, grasping for the sharp spot, and then rubbed his fingers back and forth at the sharp spot, rubbing them, resting for a while, then proceeding until Hardson scratched the wound and bled out.

The process took him more than half an hour.

You can lift your fleshy fingers and shake the shape of a herb on the stone bed, a few simple strokes, almost exhausting all his strength.

Just after the painting, Mutu came out of the house.

Surprise in the heart: Mutu, look down!

Mutu, however, did not hear his cry, but saw his bleeding fingers, and then sat on the stone bed with his ass, blurring the blood that had not yet dried up.

Tears could not bear to flow, and the result of more than half an hour was thus lost. I'm afraid this is his last hope, and he may not last until tomorrow without changing his meds.

“Clan chief, we're leaving.” Outside came a shout from the Orc.

Mutu heartily wiped away the tears in the corner of Sankoh's eyes, his eyebrows deeply raised and his eyes filled with anxiety and irritability.

Until there was another rush from outside, Mutu let go of the hand to stop the bleeding again, lowered his head and kissed his face and said softly: "Wait for me to come back.” Then slowly stood up and took heavy steps, turning back one step at a time.

He didn't want to leave, but had to. The food they store is half burned by the dogs and must be replenished as soon as possible, otherwise it is not known how many people will starve to death this cold season.

Shanko in bed, feeling the mood of Mutu gradually go away and make a silent request in his heart: Mutu, don't go, don't go...

After a pause, Mutu looked back and looked forward to it. His heart rose with great anxiety, and he always felt that he would never see his fox again.

However, being the Lion King's responsibility, he eventually walked out of his cocoa room and, along with other fighters, was busy surviving the entire family.

Still unable to close his eyes, the last glimmer of hope broke completely as Mutu left...

Mutu took the tribal warriors and searched all the way for traces of prey. But at the onset of the cold season, most animals had hidden in their nests, and all morning they had harvested only one boar, three rabbits and a small amount of nuts.

“Hey, chief, are you hurt?” While resting, an Orc suddenly asked.

“What?” Mutu looked at him unclearly.

The beast pointed at his pants and said, "There's blood on your pants. ”

Mutu pulled his pants and saw a bloody stain on the back of his right leg.

Nor did he care, saying casually: "Maybe it was accidentally rubbed somewhere, I wasn't hurt. ”

Just about to let go, suddenly my heart moved and dragged over to see it again. This blood stain is a bit strange in shape and doesn't look like it's naturally formed.

Mutu thought about cutting that piece of cloth off with a knife and taking a closer look in front of him.

All the other animals showed their faces: should we cut off the whole piece of fabric because of a little blood stain...

The blood on the Mutumour fabric, although the lines are blurred, is still roughly shaped and should be a plant blade. He suddenly remembered the bleeding fingers of the fox and the marks on the edge of the stone bed, and he didn't notice, and now he thinks, maybe that's not normal blood, but the message the fox left him? So I'm afraid the wound on the fox's finger was also broken by him, just to paint the pattern.

To think of it, Mutu's face became unusually ugly. The fox could not speak and could only communicate with him in this way, even hurting himself, but he did not notice at all.

The fox was weeping, not because the wound was painful, but because of his carelessness.

Mutuso stood up and shouted: “I'm going back to the tribe first, you hunt! ”

After saying this, he quickly headed towards the tribe, wind and lightning all the way, without stopping.

“Hey, was that the chief who just ran over?” An animal man looks at that distant shadow.

“Seems so. How did he get back early? ”

“Perhaps it was the discovery of masses of prey and the return of people to gather their hands. ”

The animals were talking while repairing damaged houses.

Mutu rushed into Sankoh's room and walked to his bed, whispering, “Fox, I'm back. What are you trying to tell me? ”

The blood on the stone bed has been glued together, so it's better to rub it on the fabric with a clear pattern. But even so, Mutu cannot understand what it means.

Shanko's eyelashes trembled a few times, but he couldn't open his eyes.

Mutu held his hand gently and asked again, "Janu, what are you trying to tell me? ”

He has not yet had the strength to respond and his life is rapidly being lost.

Mutu felt the cold in his body and a great panic in his heart. He restarted the fabric and carefully identified the pattern above.

First you can be sure it's a leaf, but why is he drawing a leaf? What's the use of this leaf?

Mutu's eye corner flash suddenly glances at the green juice that can be applied on the back, flashing in the brain: herbs! The fox painted him a herb!

He remembers that when he was injured, the fox personally healed him, and that he recovered quickly, thinking that he was not badly injured, and now he thinks that it is likely that the wound drug formulated by the fox worked well for him.

Contrasting the kind of herbs in memory is indeed very similar to the leaves on the fabric. The fox wants him to change his meds!

After so long of treatment by a witch doctor, the injuries were not reduced, and it was evident that the injuries he had used were problematic, and he had not discovered the abnormality until now, so much so that he had delayed the treatment of Sankoh. Mutu finally understood what was meant, but he was in danger at the moment.

He secretly hated his stupidity and rushed out murderously.

He's not looking for trouble with a witch doctor, he's looking for this herb.

Fox, you're gonna be fine!

You can still feel your consciousness floating and you don't know where you are.

At this point, a laughing voice suddenly appeared in my ear: [Silence, you are my double cultivator, don't lazy and relax, always lose to your younger brother?

[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 someone leaving even a scratch on you, I'll scrape that person's skin off.

[You are so cruel, what about the promised correction of evil?

[I have been very good, I have never hurt anyone since I met you, so don't give me a chance to break the precept and let me continue to be a truly good man.

[Hahaha, you mean to say that you are a ‘righteous gentleman’ and also a 'crown truly’. I think that 'crown animal’ is more appropriate, hahahaha...]

[Don't laugh, remember, don't get hurt!

[All right, all right...]

The sound gradually blurs, but the consciousness gradually becomes clearer.

He slowly opened his eyes and first saw the beast leather carpet next to his face, followed by a fluttering golden hair.

Mutu was leaning back against the bed, lowering his head and snoring joyfully.

He's not dead? It was an accident and a joy. Looks like Mutu finally recognized the herb and didn't let him live and be cured by a witch.

With a cool back and less burning feeling, you can relax at this time. This injury may be a form of torture for others, but for him, who is accustomed to pain for a long time, only a slight reduction in pain is a great blessing.

Mutu perceived the movement around him and opened his eyes violently. He saw that he could wake up and shouted with surprise: “You're awake! ”

He immediately pressed his voice down and asked, “How do you feel? Is something wrong? I have a basin of fine sand for you, and if you want to say anything, paint it on a sand plate. ”

Shaking his head slightly, he bent his eyes and revealed a smile like a new one, with a crystalline glow in his eyes.

Mutumo feels greedy, with long hair tucked up on his lips, gently and piously dropping a kiss.

[ADDITIONAL QUESTION 1 - Make sure none of the lions are hungry this cold season.