The moment I saw the tired fish balls, I seemed to see a freak, she was covered in mud, her clothes were scraped one by one by the sharp low bush branches, no part of her body was complete, it was hard to imagine what this child had experienced, you know, the work clothes I gave her were much wider for her, and now, strips of cloth with her mud, hehe, there is only a "broom" between her and the little witches in the movie.

She had her thick black hair, a lot of which was stained with muddy water and pasted on the face of the fish balls, and the little face was pale with blood, and I knew that it might be a low sugar phenomenon caused by a long period of starvation, so I let the balls boil some grain out of the water, and then feed them to her mouth one by one, of course, these are all about the balls.

I don't know where the child has been for more than a month, but there are a few things that seem to give me the answer, that is, the jacket pocket she still holds desperately when she drags the tiger girl, where a few dark and brown stones are quietly hidden. The boy must have run to the hill again, and ran back to the murderous swamp to find this thing for me, hey.

A sense of guilt rose in my heart, how difficult and dangerous this road was without her waking up and describing it, I can guess that she can come back alive, it is simply an outlier, and I am still speculating about her identity!

However, these are not what I care about now, because, the fish balls are not injured, just low sugar, and the eggs can be handled, but what worries me the most is the tiger girl, because she is now dying, covered with scaly wounds, even the pupils seem to be a little unfocused, I checked the wounds all over her body, many of them are scratches, but they don't look like human hands, but sharp claws.

I immediately remembered the big cat on the mountain, but to my horror, I turned her over and saw an almost fatal wound to her shoulder collarbone, the blood had long since congealed, the flesh was turned outward, and I could even see a section of Sensen's bone through the wound.

No, that's not her bones, damn it! This is the bone tip of a bow and arrow!

This discovery,I immediately identified the murderer,It seems that I wronged the big cat,This is clearly artificial,On this island,Who can do this,In addition to those miscellaneous pieces of the demon tribe,Who else can there be? And the scratch was probably some kind of beast they raised.

I gritted my back molars and thought about all this, and even how I could remember how they were ambushed on the mountain, how they scattered the beasts they raised to chase the tigers, and finally shot an arrow through the collarbone! It's hatred, at least for me!

I asked Huya to lean against the stone bed, and piled hay on her back, so as to prevent blood from maintaining her heart and organs and causing her lower limbs to be ischemia, looking at the bloodless Huya, a sad emotion welled up in my heart, but what can I do? I didn't even have basic antibiotics, and the absence of antibiotics for her wound in front of me was equivalent to a declaration of death.

I tried to call back the ball, and wanted to ask him what kind of grass he relied on to smear or chew if he was seriously injured in their primitive tribe, but the turtle looked at my sign language and description for nearly ten minutes, and seemed to understand, and then stood between the fire and the tiger, and danced with his teeth and claws, and his shadow was projected on the tiger's body, one faint and one bright, and I understood from then on that they had no choice but to symbolically use the so-called "witchcraft" to drive away the demons in her.

I didn't blame Dandan, in fact he didn't seem much easier than I did, just as anxious, at least, his eyes revealed a longing, a desire for me to heal the tiger, because in his eyes, I could do anything.

But he overestimated me, I am not a monkey, I can go down to the Yin Cao Difu to outline the Yin roster of Yan Luo Zhenjun one by one, and I don't have the ability to go to Wuzhuang to beg Zhenyuan Daxian to bring me two ginseng fruits, for me now, I can only treat Huya as a dead horse, any little progress, a little sign of improvement, is precious to her.

There was a burst of rice fragrance from outside the cave, I knew that Dandan didn't disappoint me this time, at least, the water rice paste fish balls could be eaten, and I myself was busy running out of the cave, and got a lot of the kind of grass that I used to put in my shoes to treat foot scratches, although I wasn't sure if it worked, anyway, that time I was fine, and this grass was later used by me to treat the legs of the demon girl, hey, don't mention this, that woman, I should really let her die like that!

There are still some dandelions collected back this time, I vaguely remember that this thing seems to be able to reduce swelling, but I'm not sure, but it's better than nothing, since it's a dead horse as a live horse doctor, then the good and bad are all to the tiger girl, the big deal If she really survives the corpse, Lao Tzu will treat a small earthen pot, put all the gunpowder and lead bullet into it, and take advantage of the middle of the night to serve the demon girl's little hooves' nest!

When I got back to the cave, it was getting late, and the big black crows had gathered in front of my cave once more, but they were a little different from before, they were quiet, not as restless as they had been the other day, and even when they passed by, they only moved a little, as if to make way for me again.

I didn't have the heart to study these beasts, I only had one tendon in my head and went straight to the hole, Huya was still lying on the stone bed under the light of the wall fire, the corners of her mouth were a little wet, obviously Dan Dan had fed her rice soup, but I didn't know if she had eaten it or not.

I put the grass and dandelions in my mouth and chewed them, forgetting to wash them, and with my own saliva I applied the scraps to her many wounds, until my cheek muscles cramped slightly, and then I stopped and slowed down a little, and my saliva was dry, and I drank a little water and continued this work that looked like a fool, and even I told myself that it was all useless work, and that she was going to die.

I decided to dig out the tip of the arrow, and then wash the wound with water, and then use the grass juice to see if it could reduce the inflammation, of course, whether it could achieve the goal of anti-inflammatory, I had to get a bone needle out, at least a few fine holes in the skin of the tiger girl turned out, and then use hair to stitch up the wound.

Hey, I'm still too lazy, aren't I? I wanted to make a bone needle a few years ago, but what? To this day, when I want to use it, I am still empty-handed, looking at the tiger girl with her eyes closed, I slapped myself viciously.

With a crisp sound, Dan Dan flashed in from outside the hole, and his movements were strange, so strange that I felt like he was hiding something from me!