Murphy was in a life-and-death crisis, the sharp arrow pierced his left chest, hurting his heart and lungs, and he kept coughing up blood, his face was gray.

It's a well-lit house, with dry wood burning next to it, and it's warm inside.

Murphy was covered with a thick quilt, but he still felt cold and shivered.

The rich smell of herbs filled the room, and a masked old woman stirred the steaming clay pot and poured a bowl of black sticky porridge from it.

Murphy lay on his side on the bed, unable to move, but when the pungent bowl of sticky porridge was handed to his mouth, he frowned and made evasive movements.

The masked old woman snorted, pinched Murphy's nose directly, and poured a whole bowl of sticky porridge into his mouth.

Murphy choked, coughing violently, more blood mixed with sticky porridge gushing out of his mouth, all over the quilt and clothes, and he himself choked on tears.

The masked old woman frowned and said, "Come in, clean up your man!"

The inner door of the room was pushed open, and a young girl came in with a basin of hot water, it was the "little daughter-in-law" chosen by Murphy, seeing Murphy's appearance, she didn't speak, but tears kept falling.

"Hurry up!"

The masked old woman was impatient and urged sharply.

The girl cried even more fiercely when she drank like this, and she hurriedly leaned down to deal with the filth on Murphy's body and wipe Murphy's miserable cheeks.

After Murphy drank the sticky porridge, his whole body was numb, he almost lost his instincts, and only a pair of eyes could move slightly.

At the behest of the masked old woman, the girl used scissors to cut Murphy's bloody blouse, revealing a chest with arrows stuck in it.

The arrows and tail of the arrows have been broken off, but fortunately they are penetrating wounds, saving the trouble of digging up the pointed ends.

"Don't be afraid, you'll be fine soon!" the girl comforted with tears as she held Murphy's face.

Murphy couldn't speak, just looked at the girl's face without blinking, and his thinking was a little rigid after taking the medicine, like a dementia.

"I should help her wipe away her tears!" the demented Murphy had only this thought, and he kept thinking about it, but unfortunately he still couldn't move.

The masked old woman grabbed the shaft of the arrow on Murphy's chest and pulled it out violently, and the shaft of the arrow was pulled out smoothly, bringing out a piece of dirty blood.

Then the old woman took out a sticky brown object from another clay pot and smeared it on the wound.

Murphy's eyes darkened, and he fainted again.

In a trance......

"Mother-in-law, you must save him!" cried the girl.

"Look at the creation! The arrow is poisonous, hurts the heart and lungs, if it is not infected, there may be a glimmer of hope, otherwise! The gods will not dare to say that they will be able to save it!" the old woman shouted irritably.

Then there was a terrible fighting outside.

The Gou tribe was in shambles, people gathered in twos and threes, holding weapons to rest, and some children brought water and food to the adults.

Many people were wounded, bandaged, covered in blood, silently leaning against the stake and looking at the sky, in a makeshift wooden shed, the groans of pain came and went, these people were seriously injured in the war, most of them became crippled, in the harsh environment, the effect of herbs is not good, whether they die or live depends on the will of God.

The atmosphere was dull and depressing, and the people of the Falcon tribe of the pock-faced tribe outside had not yet retreated, and the future of the Gou tribe was bleak.

Hee-hee!

In a corner of the tribe, a few children of three or four years old played, innocent, not knowing the situation of their tribe, which was the only laughter of the whole tribe.

Herb Hall!

Three crooked black characters were written on a large earthen wall, and a pretty girl squatted in front of the door, her chin was on her back, and her expression was in a trance.

Squeak!

The door opened, and Murphy stepped out in his coat, rubbing his eyes and stretching widely.

"You!you!you!"

The girl's eyes widened and she pointed at Murphy in disbelief, as if she had seen a ghost.

"Hey, girl, I'm alive!" Murphy laughed.

Yes!

The girl was surprised, threw herself into Murphy's arms, and suddenly jumped away like an electric shock, and rushed out with a flushed face.

It didn't take long for a crowd of people to pour into the courtyard after her, including Gou Yuanhe and the masked old woman.

The old woman circled around Mo Fei, and finally said with a strange face: "There is such a thing!"

"What's the matter!" Gou Yuanhe was very excited, a person who should have been fierce and unlucky was actually alive again after only one day, and appeared in front of the world like a nobody, which was absolutely amazing.

"He seems to have become a paranormal"

The old woman stared at Murphy's bandaged chest, and suddenly reached out, took off the coat he was draped on, and ripped the bandages off in circles.

"What are you doing!" Murphy guarded his chest, looking at the masked old woman defensively, like an ignorant girl who had been unsaluted.

The old woman's movements paused, and then the boss slapped Murphy on the head: "What do you say I'm doing? Grandma, I lived to be seventy years old, and I still beat you up for a little doll?"

The old woman was furious, and several tribesmen were so frightened that they rushed up and grabbed her, otherwise Murphy would have to hide in the house!

"If you have something to say, you have something to say!" Murphy muttered weakly, and he secretly scolded himself in his heart, and he was cheap.

The old woman was deflated and said, "Take your hand away and let everyone see!"

Murphy let out a sigh and removed the hands that were protecting his chest.

Hiss!

A surprised inhalation.

"Healed so quickly!"

"Not even a scar!"

This was the exclamation of the Gou warriors.

"The strength contained in the body has been strengthened, and it is completely like two people yesterday!"

Gou Yuanhe squinted his eyes and gave his own conclusion.

The masked old woman's eyes flashed: "Resisted the poison on the arrow, and healed quickly, is this just a matter of physique, or is there a part of the reason for the catalysis of my prescription?"

"Brother Murphy's skin is so good, how do you take care of it?"

This is the voice of Murphy's "little daughter-in-law".

O Stranger!

A crowd of people admired.

Or the legendary day dog.

The Gou people were boiling.

When these two identities come together, that's hope!

"The Gou clan is saved!"

In the tribe, people shouted, burst into tears of excitement, and ran to tell each other.

In a desperate situation, what people really need is not a life-saving straw, but something connected to the end of the straw.

What could be more convincing than a prophecy that has been imprinted in the blood for 100,000 years?

If the tribe was able to resist the invasion of the Mamian tribe in the past, it was less than 20% of them, but now they have 60% certainty with their morale.

Of course, in their eyes, this time it was ten out of ten that they would be able to repel the enemy's attack.

Murphy went to see the old priest again.

"Yes, this wasteland has not had a supernatural for a long time. ”

The old priest was lying on the bed, his eyes half-closed, drowsy, he had been in this state for a long time, and in his words, it was time to go to Hades.

"What is the Adept!" asked Murphy, the old priest was very knowledgeable and the most knowledgeable man in the wasteland.

"It is a kind of person who has opened up the potential of the body and acquired special abilities, they have a variety of abilities, but as long as they are used properly, they will play an unimaginable role!"

"Does it have anything to do with the Sacrifice Spirit?" Murphy frowned, and he told the old priest what had happened in the Sacrifice Ground.

The old priest closed his eyes, and after a while, when Murphy thought he was asleep and wanted to leave, the old priest opened his eyes and said, "According to my understanding, the ability you have obtained is not the most suitable for you, but because you have been mortally injured, your potential has been stimulated, and you have the ability that is most likely to save your life!"

Murphy didn't feel sorry, in his opinion, this ability was very good, and he was no longer afraid of getting hurt.

"The ability to be kind to you, this is just the beginning, maybe there will be more wonderful changes, I want to ...... back then," the old priest said with his spirits up.

"What happened?" said Murphy, and there was something hidden here.

"It is rumored that at the beginning, about two people for every hundred people had special abilities, and then the devil was in trouble, and all the strong people shed blood, and now, there is such an ability as you within a radius of three thousand miles, you will be rare!"

The old priest earnestly warned Murphy not to let him waste his abilities.

Murphy saw that the old priest was not in good spirits, and got up to say goodbye.

When he went out, the old priest called out to him, met Murphy's questioning eyes, the old priest wanted to speak and stopped, and finally sighed: "It was Aunt Mei who treated your injuries, she was your uncle's insider, I heard about you, she was in a bad mood, don't go to your heart!"

Murphy froze, his nose was a little sour, and he forced a smile: "No, it's me who is bad, I ...... I'm going to see her old man!"