But as the saying goes, there is no such thing as a free lunch.

Looking at this dense section of precautions for use and purchase rules, Shi Yi's excitement was immediately extinguished.

As soon as he raised his hand, the screen in front of him disappeared instantly.

It's like a hungry man who has a plate of golden roast chicken in front of him, and when he gets up to touch it, he finds that it's just a hallucination when he's hungry.

You can't eat it, and you can't use it.

But the wound on the arm was more troublesome.

If you can't stop the bleeding, you will be finished, and if you don't pull out the inflammation and suppuration, you will also finish playing, how can this left and right be a dead end?

Shi Yi had a little headache, and stood up cautiously holding on to the trunk of the tree, the most important thing now is to find something that can stop the bleeding, after all, who wants to die at this young age?

Fortunately, her luck was not too bad and she found some wormwood.

Wash it directly in the river water, then mash it for later use, and then take out a piece of wooden stick that you picked up, wrap it around your clothes, put it directly into your mouth, and bite it hard.

Taking a deep breath, Shi Yi held the handle of the arrow, not to mention, I used to see the people who were hit by the arrow in the TV series pull it out, and I couldn't help but complain, feeling that stretching out the head is a knife, and shrinking the head is also a knife.

But now it's my turn, and I'm a little timid.

It seems that the sound of the heart pounding is clear in my ears.

The hand holding the handle of the arrow was dripping with fine beads of sweat, closing his eyes, and the arrow was pulled out with a pop, followed by the blood that splashed out, and it hurt even more Shi Yi's face was pale and sweaty, and his teeth were almost not bitten.

Fortunately, there was no big movement.

The bright red blood was still flowing out, Shi Yi didn't have time to calm down, he opened his clothes with trembling hands, the wound was the thickness of his little finger, the skin and flesh around him were bright red, the surrounding skin was slightly red, and the tip of the top layer of skin and flesh was faintly white.

Falling into the water is affected in the end.

I just hope that these wormwoods will do something.

Gritted his teeth and applied the mashed herbs one by one, then tied the strip of cloth that he had torn off in advance to the outside of the wound, and tied a knot with his mouth, but before he had time to wash the blood on his hands, the person was already exhausted and fell to the ground.

If it weren't for his tenacious willpower, Shi Yi felt that he was afraid that he would be done today.

This damn broken game!

After a simple rest, my stomach was already hungry at that time, but fortunately, I was near the river, and I was not starved to death.

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On the other side, Feng Zhiqiang, who had a broken arm, was not so lucky.

Feng Zhiqiang leaned against the straw pile and panted heavily, the blood had already stained his clothes red, and the piercing pain made him extremely conscious.

Thinking of that man's eyes, Feng Zhiqiang couldn't help but shudder, it was so terrifying, it was ...... Not people!

Fortunately, he has a hole card prop, otherwise he would have to explain it there today!

Thinking about it, Feng Zhiqiang stumbled to his feet and looked around, the place where he was teleported should be a farmhouse, but the shabby and dilapidated small courtyard, even the walls built up of earth were full of large and small holes, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, Feng Zhiqiang did not find any medicine that could stop the bleeding.

At that time, he had already felt dizzy due to excessive blood loss, and if he didn't stop bleeding, Feng Zhiqiang would be glad about what kind of fate he would have.

Fortunately, there is no endless road.

A dusty iron pot gave him a glimmer of hope.

endured the severe pain and staggered closer, regardless of whether it was clean or not, he turned over the pot directly, grabbed the ash from the bottom of the pot in one hand, and sprinkled it on the Broken Arm Mountain.

But the effect is almost minimal.

Blood, still flowing.

Feng Zhiqiang gritted his teeth, rubbed his broken arm on the bottom of the pot with all his brains, directly covered with black ash at the bottom of the pot, and endured the severe pain, even if the sweat flowed, he didn't dare to stop.

Maybe it can only be said that he really deserves to die.

The hand held with a strip of cloth finally stopped the bleeding.