Ming used scissors to cut the cloth strips open and uncovered the blood-stained cloth layer by layer. A big hole appeared on Grey's strong shoulder, and the wound was covered with blood. Onlookers watched and took a breath of air conditioning.

"Get wine, hot water, salt, my bag, on the car." Mingzhi ordered a few warriors with quick hands and feet quickly took the items he wanted.

"Close the tent door and don't ventilate, so that the door can watch farther away."

The onlookers knew that things were important and went away in a bad mood.

"Bit, don't call me a man." After washing his hands with salt water, Mingzhe took out a pair of tongs from his bag, boiled it in wine, and stuffed a stick into Gray's mouth.

"Don't look, close your eyes, okay, get up." As Gray let out a muffled groan, a blue-black projectile was pinched out. Everyone cheered, and looked at Gray again. The blue veins on his forehead were rising, his face turned pale, and cold sweat was dripping down.

The needle and thread were threaded, and Grey's wound was actually sewn as a cloth bag.

"Good man, no one will faint before I finish my work," said Ming, a man from Chen, cut off the thread, washed Gray's wound with strong wine, applied medicine, and announced the end of work.

"You,..." The great shaman who had been watching the sidelines hesitated, and finally asked quietly as if he had made up some determination: "When the tribes fought, a Han man treated the wounds of each tribe, but asked for the dead body as a thank-you gift. It is said on the grassland that he is a corpse-eating demon, and you are the methods..."

"He is my master. He has eaten vegetarian food all his life. No matter who his body, human, or livestock, in his eyes, he is just an exquisitely constructed utensil. Those who study dead are to repair and live well." Ming Zhiyi sorted out his own utensils without raising his head.

"Send someone who speaks Chinese to send a letter to our camp, saying that Chen Shitai fulfilled his mission and would have to delay two days in order to save people," he whispered.

After Guarja sent someone there, Chen Shitai looked around and asked everyone: "Let me a tent, a few smart people, believe in Chen's medical skills, those who need treatment, and those who are brave enough, just send them." Then, he said that there will be no more emotion in his words: "My master has been killed, but he said that after the war, there will be a great battle. If you want to prevent the corpse energy from spreading into disaster, or let the body be buried as soon as possible, or burn it. If you believe it or not, it will be up to you."

"You", the great shaman looked at his eyes, and his eyes were as calm as a lake, and there was no wave. This kind of vision seemed to have seen it somewhere, and he searched in his memory. By the way, it was a temple for Han people, and the god holding this book was just looking at the people of the world.

"Report" a soldier hurriedly ran into the tent and reported: "There are torches moving over the Ming army, as if they were carrying the bodies of our warriors."

"Let them move. After dawn tomorrow, each tribe will bring the warriors back and send them to the place where the soul rotates according to their own customs." The great shaman said loudly, and then sang in a low voice, "My brother, please return to your hometown, don't hold a grudge against those who took your life, your family waits for you in the felt tent, don't waste time in the entanglement without value." There is no hatred or regret in the voice, just like a mother coaxing a willful baby to fall asleep.
Chapter completed!