The Legend of Fatality

The sound of dripping in his ears was his initial consciousness. Bai En opened an eye slit and the bright orange-red light radiated from the left side of the body, also emitting heat. The body on the left twitched violently, as if being cramped and peeling. He tried to breathe, and his dry throat caused a cough.

He groaned and turned over with the strength of one hand and waist, turning himself to face the direction of the heat. There was a lit fire. He lay like this for a while, watching the burning fire, his awkward throat gasping for breath.

"I'm still alive." Bai En said to him hoarsely. But his mind was blank, as if all thoughts had gone away from him. But only one idea is still in mind. It ’s not a fake to die, but it ’s another matter to survive.

Bai En's eyes turned and scanned everything in front of him. This seems to be a cave, and even the fire did not reduce the moisture in it, but the cave is not large, and you can see the innermost at a glance. There are several bowl-shaped helmets next to the cave wall, the sound of dripping water It was sent from there.

A pot was placed next to the fire. To be honest, this discovery delighted Bai En. At least, with the cleanliness of the cave, at least he did not fall into the hands of some human-eating things.

Bai En twitched his nose and smelled something like chicken broth, and soon he confirmed that it was coming out of the pot. He tolerated the pain and crawled sideways, then sat up hard, staggered, and lifted the half-covered lid.

It is a pity that it is not the chicken that is cooked in the pot, but a bird that is much smaller than the chicken. Bai En was dizzy, but the remaining reason still restrained his desire to grab the bird and swallow it directly. He reached out and tried the heat of the test pot, only warmth. He picked up the pot, put it in his mouth, and began pouring the pot of bird soup into his throat. He didn't feel anything at first, but soon he felt the liquid flow into the thirsty throat and down the esophagus, warming his body.

He took a few sips, then put down the pan and gasped. Grab the bird meat in the pot by hand, tear the meat into strips, stuff it into the mouth bit by bit, and chew slowly. As before, there was no taste at first, but slowly with the increase of saliva, he began to taste some light meat, then the taste of poultry meat, and some light smell.

But even so, it is a good meal for Bai En. But he didn't dare to eat too much. He only took a few bites and threw the remaining half of the bird back into the pot. After waiting for his stomach to adjust to the food, he dared to eat more.

Bai En did not intend to wait idle, but began to scrape off the dirt in his nose, eyes and ears. The accumulation of dirt was more than he had imagined. He thought that he had been carrying these dirts for some days, and he was a little sick in his heart. Then he opened the dry shirt and checked the injury.

There were bruises on one side of the body that I didn't know when. The skin on the ribs was blue and purple, but it was soft to the touch, but it felt unbroken. The wound on his leg was bandaged, which made him more relieved. Those who must have done this should not intend to kill him. His memory came back a little bit. The wound was bitten by a big fish in the sea. The bitten skin at that time opened up and flesh, and died of pain. But in the end what he wants is that he can move now-this is what he cares about.

Suddenly, he remembered something. He raised his hands and looked at the palm of his hand. The wounds on his hands had healed, even now the scars were distorted and ugly. He frowned, and the wound healing could only prove two situations, one was lying down for a long time, and the other was that the other party had some kind of healing ability.

Either way, it is not good news for him. When Bai En tried to determine which situation, he suddenly laughed, wondering why he cared about it. It is enough to survive on your own.

While he was laughing self-deprecatingly, footsteps were heard outside. He hesitated, instead of lying down and pretending to sleep, but stood up straight, sitting cross-legged by the fire, waiting for someone to come.

The cave didn't seem to be straight. Bai En could see the light coming into the hole outside, but he couldn't see the hole directly. The visitor seemed to notice that Bai Eun reflected the shadow reflected in the hole from the fire, and he froze at the door before continuing to step forward.

Bai En even felt a little nervous, and unconsciously stretched out the place where the sacrificial knife was placed, but touched an empty space. Only then did he react and try to relax himself.

The entrance seemed to be short, and the coming person was lying on his back, holding a clay pot in his hand. When he straightened up again, Bai En opened his mouth in surprise.

"Master, you are awake." The man said after seeing Bai En.

"Morris?" Bai En was overjoyed, but at the same time extremely surprised, the two actually drifted to the same island.

"You should change the medicine." Morris nodded and stepped forward.

"How long have I been in a coma?" Bai En asked.

"Seventeen days, I thought you wouldn't wake up." Morris squatted beside Bai En and motioned for Bai En to stretch out his leg.

"Seventeen days? No wonder." Bai En looked at his hands and obediently stretched out his legs.

"Let's lie down."

Bai En nodded, and lay down on the ground, letting Morris undo the bandage on his leg and began to change the dressing.

"If the two of us can be on the same island, it means that there are others drifting here too?" Bai En asked while thinking.

"Yes," Morris untied the bandage, carefully removed the herbs on the thighs, and then removed fresh herbs from the clay pots and applied them to the wound. "A dozen more people have drifted here."

"What about them?" Bai En felt the coolness of the herbs. It seemed that Morris's herbalism was really good.

"Dead," Morris said quietly, and then tossed the bandage removed, and took out a roll of bandage again for Bai Enza.

"Dead?" Bai En said incredulously.

"Yes, most of them died the next day. You are the one who stayed the longest." Morris said while bandaging.

"why?"

"It takes at least seven or eight days to drift here. Even if they don't count the dangers they encounter along the way, they are not far from death here." After Morris' dressing, he put the clay pot aside and helped Baien sit up , And then sat across from Bai En explained.

"Is it so long?" Bai En didn't even realize how long he had drifted on the sea.

"It's a miracle that you can survive," Morris said. "I survived because I grabbed a box of supplies and then used the supplies inside to tie a few boxes of other supplies boxes together to build a simple raft. I only came here alive on the food and wine inside On the island. "

"Is this the end of the current?" Bai En asked again.

"No, maybe it's a branch. There are about a hundred corpses floating on the island." Even if Bai En didn't ask clearly, Morris could understand what Bai En asked.

"Is there a way to leave here?" Bai En thought for a while, and asked again.

"I am making a raft, there should be no problem." Morris replied. "You can see the mainland directly here, and after you recover, we should be able to go back easily."

Bai En looked down and thought about it. He had too many questions to ask, but he felt Morris could not answer him. In the end, he thought of one thing.

"What about my equipment?"

"In the box over there ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Morris got up and walked to a box not far from the opening of the room, opened the box, and took out all the contents. Then he turned around and held back those things. Everything was piled in front of Bai En.

Bai En picked up the top belt and saw that the sacrificial knife was still in the scabbard on the belt, and the long whip was damaged. Insert it into the scabbard on the other side and set the belt aside. Then he picked up his black front open robe and held it in front of his eyes, noticing that many damaged areas were simply repaired.

"I made a simple repair for you." Morris explained.

Bai En nodded and put the robe back on him. Then began to check the remaining things, some empty crystal bottles, most of the potions consumed during combat and drifting. A crystal bottle filled with black smoke is used to absorb black mist on the battlefield. Some of the casting materials and herbs soaked in sea water and dried are basically abandoned.

Then there is his own magic musket, which has no ammunition inside. The gunpowder belt keeps the gunpowder dry. But there were not many bullets in the ammunition bag. He kept checking all his equipment, while Morris waited quietly on the side. Finally, Bai En saw the scabbard that Ye Xiao let him hold. He kept carrying it behind him, but now there was a sword in the scabbard.

Bai En picked up the scabbard suspiciously, pulled out this half-handed sword, and stared at the blade for a long time.

"Is Night Owl here too?" He asked.

"No," Morris shook his head. "When I found you, you were carrying it."

"Then how did it return to the scabbard?" Bai En asked subconsciously.

Morris shrugged and said he could do nothing about the problem.