The injured person was in extreme pain at this time, his hands and feet were violently struggling, but he was held down by Lin Fengjin, after a while, he suddenly screamed, and suddenly saw several strands of pus and blood shooting out of the sores of the human face, and the pus and blood actually gathered in the filth basin and did not disperse, forming a lifelike spider appearance, constantly swimming.

This treatment method is similar to the treatment of snake ghosts, in fact, it was also explored by Lin Fengjin, but I didn't expect it to be useful.

"Miasma Spider" Lin Fengjin gasped and said with a cool breath.

The miasma spider is Xirong's secret technique, refining the death miasma in the valley and then attacking the other party, hurting people invisibly, as if unconsciously, it is equivalent to giving the invisible miasma a soul and a soul, which is extremely dangerous and dangerous. However, there are also natural miasma spiders, which can only be encountered in the humid forests of southern Xinjiang.

For example, this person must have been unaware of the trick when he was attacked, and after a few hours, he would have a fever and coma, and then the place on his back that had been invaded by the miasma spider would become red and swollen, and sores would begin to form. The medicine is not effective at all, because it will be directly sucked by the miasma spider with the spirit of the spirit!

At this time, Lin Fengjin took advantage of the more filthy environment to lure the miasma spider in his body out of the body, so this person's facial sores became ordinary poisonous sores. Lin Fengjin ordered people to take out the pot of filth and bury it deeply, and at the same time began to cut open the poisonous sores with a sterilized knife.

The harm of this poisonous sore is extremely violent, when Lin Fengjin cuts the skin, it is as if he is cutting tofu, and the flesh and blood inside have become filth like tofu residue, which is very unpleasant and smelly.

Lin Fengjin took the knife on the one hand, and on the other hand, he asked people to wash the wound with spirits, and at the same time squeezed the pus and blood, and the poor man woke up in pain again, screaming miserably. But he was immediately knocked out by Lin Fengjin again.

After Lin Fengjin scraped off the sores and carrion of the human face sore, he actually took out a fist-sized hole in his back, which was even more bloody and blurred, and washed off five or six basins of blood and water.

Next, Lin Fengjin fed him a few drops of extracted cistanche and cordyceps sinensis extract, which was regarded as supporting him to the source, and asked the clansmen to get some cow dung flowers from the grassland. Put it in clean water, and then treat the wounds on the rest of his body, bandage them one by one, and put him in a ventilated felt bag and let him fall asleep.

At this time, Lin Fengjin went to ask the people of the Batai tribe who were captured, and it didn't take long for him to know that this person was also "picked up" from the north by the shepherd of the Batai tribe, and although this person was weak at that time, he was still quite sane, and asked the shepherd of the Batai tribe to ask for water to drink. However, there was a quarrel between the two sides, killing three herdsmen on the spot and then riding horses to escape, and the people of the Batai tribe naturally refused to give up and found someone to chase and kill. When they found him, they found that he had fallen under the horse and was unconscious, and the high fever did not go away, so they locked him up temporarily.

Lin Fengjin pondered for a while and said:

"His belongings must have been taken by the people of the Batai tribe, and the wolf rushed you to ask. Bring me this man's belongings, and if there is anything of value that will cause our people to lose, I will compensate five sheep and five horses. ”

The wolf standing beside him bowed suddenly. Then he retreated. Originally, the rule on the grassland was that the loot grabbed was sacrosanct except for the things handed over, and even the patriarch had no way to let people take it out directly.

But since Lin Fengjin tamed Lan Gongzi, his status among the clansmen of the Sanli tribe was almost like a god at this time, and everyone was sincerely afraid of what he wanted, and even the compensation he gave was unwilling to ask for it!

Just when Lin Feng was about to take a closer look at this person's belongings, the faint and charming Fu Daoist who was in charge of taking care of him had already come to say urgently:

"Master, the man's wound is swollen, and he has a severe fever, and he is expected to die soon. ”

Lin Feng nodded confidently, returned to his big tent, crushed the cow dung flowers collected by the clansmen, and at the same time added some white lime to it, pounded it vigorously with a wooden stick, mashed it and put it into the water basin, put some salt in the water basin, and then put the water basin in the shade of the big tent.

It didn't take long for gadflies to come around the basin, all the size of a finger! The gadflies on the grassland were particularly fierce, and the skins of cows and horses could pierce and suck blood.

The gadflies licked happily at first, but then began to vomit violently, vomiting the contents of their stomachs clean. Lin Fengjin saw that the time was about the same, so he smeared the juice of another horseshoe grass near the wound of the injured man, and suddenly, those gadflies that had vomited spread their wings and flew over, attached to his wound and sucked blood, but they all sucked and swelled their bellies, and fell to the ground with a thud and died.

Seeing that there were more and more dead gadflies on the ground, Lin Fengjin's face was also a little heavy, and suddenly, a gadfly that had been full of blood staggered and flew, and then hit the pillar like a drunk, and then circled a few times and flew again, and finally flew out.

Next came the second, the third

Seeing this scene, Lin Fengjin's face finally relaxed, and the rotten poison and yin qi lurking in the wound were finally sucked out, and he wiped the horseshoe grass juice off the person's back, seeing that the wound on his back had improved a lot, and then Lin Fengjin began to look at his belongings very unceremoniously:

A sword, with the words "plum blossom fragrance comes from the bitter cold" on it, it is worth mentioning that Lin Fengjin found that the traces of wear on the hilt of this sword were quite heavy, which shows that this person must have spent a lot of time practicing swords. And the blade of that sword was even more vicious, rushing towards the face, it can be seen that a lot of people must have been killed.

A book bag, which contains the book "The Mean", the content of this book is not much different from the "Mean" in the world, but the text of this book is very old and spicy, and a kind of mellow meaning can be seen in the pen.

After Lin Fengjin read it, he even felt that once the person who wrote the handwriting picked up the pen, even if it was immediately thundered in his ears, it would never be possible to interrupt his thoughts and writing. If you copy this book, then it is very beneficial to both writing and even regulating the mood, but on the last page is the eight words that read, "The old man of the three provinces gave the apprentice Wenchuan".

Of course, Lin Fengjin knew that the origin of the "three provinces" was "three provinces in one day", but he was completely confused by adding the word "old man" at the end. Because there are too many literati now, they often have to give themselves several numbers, as if they are codewords, and they often like to make a few vests to come up with a reason.

He thought about it carefully, and unceremoniously took the book into his arms. Lin Feng was worried that he didn't have a calligraphy book that could be used to learn calligraphy, and now that it was sent to the door, how could he let it go in vain.

He asked the herdsmen of the Batai tribe for water to drink, and after the herdsmen gave him water, he bought horses from others, but only took out more than one or two pieces of silver! The herdsmen did not sell it, so the two sides started a dispute and started to do so. In Lin Fengjin's opinion, this person is also very ruthless, the herdsman gave him water to drink first, and he actually killed three people in a row for the sake of a quarrel, this character is tsk, so Lin Fengjin didn't plan to treat it in vain, and this book should be used as a diagnosis fee.

There was also a letter in the book, which was obviously written by someone else, Lin Fengjin took it and looked at it carefully, while reading it, he was thoughtful.

After reading the letter, Lin Fengjin saw that the person's condition had almost stabilized, so he called someone to carry him out of the barn, at this time the weather was hot, this person was locked in the livestock shed, the smell of the whole body can be imagined, although Lin Fengjin has no cleanliness fetish, but he also does not like to smell the smell, so he called someone to clean him.

After sitting in his big tent for a while, Lin Fengjin didn't know what Lu Dao was about, and he always felt a little restless, so he wanted to go out of the road to breathe. As soon as he reached the tent, he heard the sound of splashing water and the chatter of two maids:

"This man stinks, as if he had just been fished out of a dung pit, and this is the fourth basin of water. ”

"He seems to be Han, but Lin Gongzi is also Han, and he is much better looking than him. ”

"Hey, I just washed his feet and found something strange."

When Lin Fengjin heard this, his pupils suddenly tightened, his body stiffened, and then he lifted the curtain and walked out, looked at the felt bag next to him, and when he came out, he already had a plan, and directly called the wolf and said:

"I heard that we have received several vassal tribes in Sanli?"

The wolf was stunned for a moment, nodded and said:

"Yes, there is such a thing. ”

Lin Feng said respectfully:

"Help me find a small tribe of about fifty or less people, or if you don't know me well, you can help me do this. Well, help me find some herbs, I'll have to change my look. ”

The Hulan tribe is a very small tribe,

The people who make up the tribe are almost all relatives, and although the oldest haji in the tribe is often repeated, and the tribe even exceeded 10,000 people at its most glory, this does not change the fact that the whole tribe is weakening day by day.

In fact, the only way for them to live in peace now is to take the initiative to cling. (To be continued......)