Tianhao reached out and brought the bowl of medicine on the floor to the side. He controlled the strength of his arms and was very careful in the range of movement. It looked like he deliberately moved the medicine bowl away to make enough space for her to avoid hindering Tianshuang from feeding Tianfeng soup.

No one noticed that Tianhao stuck his middle finger into the medicine bowl, dipped his fingertips quickly with the black medicine liquid, then stuffed it into his mouth, and quickly sucked it.

Those who can be selected as successors at the last moment of the civilized world and who are qualified to enter the culture compartment in the form of cells are extremely strict selection. They must be powerful warriors, must have rich knowledge, art of impasse and careful logical thinking... In the words of that era that has been destroyed, they are the real "human elites".

A trace of bitterness spread on the tip of the tongue, and a numbness immediately spread in the mouth. Not much medicine was tasted, and Tianhao accurately controlled the amount, which was enough for him to judge the specific effect of this bowl of medicine.

An anesthetic that has a strong compression effect on nerve reflexes. In the words of the civilized era, it is an improved version of "Ma Fei San".

Tianhao frowned slightly invisibly.

Tianfeng's injuries were very serious, and the most urgent thing at present is sterilization and anti-inflammatory. Fortunately, it is winter now. If it were the hot summer, it would be impossible for him to last until now. He has long died on the road.

In the special group of northern barbarians, "priests" are equivalent to wizards and shamans, and can even be understood as a collection of the three. They are responsible for daily sacrifices, communication with gods, and physical health of the tribe. A considerable part of their status and functions overlap with doctors in the civilized era.

If anyone in the village could save Tianfeng, there would be no other person except the old priest Witch Walk.

He just sent a bowl of anesthetic.

Tianhao sighed secretly: The medical skills of this era are too backward. The reason why the old priest did this was obviously helpless. The only thing he could do was to minimize the pain of the injured and let Tianfeng die in a comfortable sleep.

Tianfeng drank half a bowl of broth and stopped opening his mouth. He turned his head aside, closed his eyes, and avoided the wooden spoon that Tianshuang had sent to his mouth to serve the soup.

Tian Kuang pressed his stomach hard, which slightly reduced the temptation of the meaty aroma on the hungry body. Hungry saliva kept flowing from the corner of his mouth, and he hurriedly advised: "Brother, you have to eat! Eat more to get better. If you eat all the meat, you will definitely get better."

Tianfeng's pale and tired face twitched slightly, and the contraction and expansion of the lip muscles was very small. The neck that was stubbornly tilted to one side did not change at all. The Adam's apple, which moved up and down as he swallowed saliva, betrayed his current thinking, was colliding fiercely between hunger and reason.

Tianhao walked to a very close position to Tianfeng's head, sat cross-legged, and lowered his upper body. Firewood was burning in the fire pit. Tianhao stared at his elder brother Tianfeng's swollen and black arm: "Brother, do you want to commit suicide and leave the food for us?"

Tianshuang was stunned, and the soup bowl held in her hand almost slipped and fell.

Tianfeng's expression froze obviously. He slowly opened his eyes, turned his head with difficulty, and stared at the "brother" sitting in front of him with extremely complicated eyes.

The rough-tempered Tian Kuang wrinkled his eyebrows together, and he raised his hand to point at Tian Hao and cursed: "Are you cursing your brother to die? Believe it or not..."

"Shut up!"

Tian Hao suddenly turned around, and a fierce and cold light appeared deep in his eyes: "Be patient and listen to me finish your words."

The fierce Tiankuang was stunned.

In my memory, my third brother is a kind person who is always silent and looks very cowardly. He has never confronted himself like today, especially his usual obedient eyes, nor has he released a cold look like he is now.

The house has returned to quiet.

"During the time when you are going out for hunting, Ping Jun will come every night. The village has killed several old men in a row. According to the rules set by the leader and the priest, everyone should be given some. But for four days, I have not got a piece of meat with Amei."

Tian Kuang, whose muscles on his arms were tangled, was stunned for a moment, and his anger seemed to be a bomb that instantly spread on his face. His thick lines were simple and straightforward, and the solution was the same: "I want to kill him, this bastard Pingjun."

The seriously injured Tianfeng was tortured by severe pain, but he did not lose his mind. He endured the severe pain, sucked the air conditioner, swept across Tianhao and Tianshuang with his shrewd eyes, and asked in confusion: "Four days? How did you last until now?"

Tianhao searched the host's brain for the previous memory: "A handful of bran can be shaken out from the bag of food in autumn. Ah Mei was so hungry that she couldn't stand it. She kept pulling her hair to eat, and there were lice, and her nails were gnawed very hard. I boiled the remaining bones before, and there was not much oil and water. Fortunately, I hit a fanged pig yesterday, and then I insisted until you came back today."

Tianfeng and Tiankuang showed an extremely shocking expression at the same time.

"Furry-toothed Pig? Can you actually deal with that kind of beast?"

"The third brother, where is the meat? I didn't see it when I came back?"

Tianhao briefly explained: "That's a little pig. I hide the meat outside and bring a few pieces back every time, and no one will find it."

As he said that, he untied his leather robe, took out a few pieces of hard frozen meat from his pocket, and placed it on the floor of the wooden house, like pieces of strangely colored stones.

"Pingjun is the head of ten people. He has the final say on how to allocate the food alone. Even if this kind of thing goes to the leader, it is useless. If he dares to do this, he must have found a witness in advance. Besides, you are not at home, only me and A Mei and I, even if the matter starts, probably not many people believe it. They will still think that A Mei and I are deliberately making trouble and want to trick more meat from Pingjun."

Tianhao's speech was not fast, his words were clear and logical. He carefully followed the host's original habits and made a little changes caused by the environment at the right time.

"The village is short of food. When you were outside before, you also heard from the leader that he asked Mr. Wu to take the woman to the village in the south to exchange for food. Regardless of whether this matter is successful or not, the situation in front of us is already very dangerous. If Pingjun and a group of people broke in and slaughtered us one by one, I would not be surprised at all."

He lowered his head again, and a convincing glimmer flashed deep in Tianhao's dark eyes: "So brother, you must be alive. Because you are like Ping Jun, you are all heads of ten people."

This is the conclusion he came to think about it all night yesterday.

Fusion with the host body takes time and a lot of nutrition. The civilized age was destroyed too early, and gene fusion is still at the theoretical stage to a large extent. If it were not forcibly, the base would not convert all members into genetic forms at the last moment and seal them in the cultivation cabin. Regarding fusion, Tianhao has no experience from his predecessors, nor any examples that can be referenced.

He only knows that fusion is evolution and requires gradual accumulation.

The northern barbarians have never been recorded in the history of civilization. This cold and desolate land is infinitely unfamiliar to Tianhao. Fortunately, the host he chose is healthy. Although he is a weak among his kind, it is not without possibility of change.

The first fusion point is easy to generate. On the two choice lines of "physical fitness" and "brain", Tianhao carefully put it into the "brain".

He urgently needs more information about the world. His strong and keen thinking and processing abilities are much more effective than a strong body in unfamiliar environments.

As long as Tianfeng, the nominal "brother", is alive, he will have time to breathe.

The swaying fire shone with sadness and helplessness on Tianfeng's face, and he sighed a long sigh.

In Panshi Village, strong men are qualified to get food. Disability caused by broken limbs is equivalent to death in a sense. Because the injured are unable to move, unable to farm, let alone hunt, and they also need the care of others. No village will adopt disabled villagers.

In the face of severe survival, family and friendship are as transparent as air.

"I'm afraid I can't get better." The severe pain from the shoulders and chest made Tianfeng feel very difficult to speak: "Kill me! Don't tell me about it, hide it for a few more days. Don't go anywhere, just stay at home, eat as much as possible, and eat more to grow strong. If Pingjun comes again, Tiankuang will go out to deal with it and find an excuse to drive him away. Tianhao and Tianshuang, eat more... three days, or four days, when the leader and Wu Lao come. Even if you deliberately conceal my death news, they will not be ruthless because you have eaten so much. After all, people are needed in the village. If you have enough food, you don't have to share other people's food."

Tianshuang was so scared that she sat there tremblingly, and cried with a "wow": "Brother, don't die, I won't eat anymore, I... I'm not hungry at all."

The fierce Tiankuang's eyes were a little red. He gasped, gritted his teeth, and released a breath similar to a wild beast in his body. The terrible scene of his brother being dragged away and slaughtered by the villagers because of his disability. This made him feel chill all over, and even his fingers began to tremble.

The rising flames swaying in the earth stove next to him reflected a trace of calmness flashing in Tianhao's eyes: "Brother, I can save you."

The three of them focused their eyes on him at the same time.

"Save...save me?" Tianfeng endured the pain from the wound and looked at him in confusion, obviously not understanding the meaning of this sentence.
Chapter completed!