Chapter 107 The Eastern Remnants

The calm green memo forest was destroyed by a group of barbaric berserkers. Thick trees fell under their hands, and the arrogant roars alarmed countless birds in the forest.

Bing Ning suddenly stopped, frowned slightly, and looked at Canghai as if he wanted to speak but stopped.

"Bing Ning, what's wrong?" asked Cang Hai, who had been focusing on Bing Ning's body.

"How can I take you to the tribe like this? If this goes, the tribe can't continue to hide in the forest." Bing Ning felt extremely worried about the opening movement of the Berserker.

Sikong Haoxuan, who was walking in front, heard Bing Ning's words, and after a moment of consideration, he called Meng Man around him and said, "Let your brothers wait for me here."

Meng Man was stunned, "Boss, how long will it take to wait? Brothers don't bring any food."

Sikong Haoxuan threw a small bag of amethyst coins and several space rings to Mengman, "Send someone to buy some food in the city and fill these rings. I think it will take you for a few years to eat."

"Empty, space rings, boss, these rings are for us berserkers?" Meng Man felt like he was dreaming that the rare and precious space rings on the continent were actually sent out so easily by Sikong Haoxuan.

Seeing Sikong Haoxuan nodding and confirming, Meng Man yelled excitedly, "Brothers, rest on the spot, build their own nests, and prepare for a long stay."

In the dull eyes of Sikong Haoxuan and others, a group of berserkers used tall trees, branches, leaves, vines and grass to quickly build habitats like bird nests in the forest. Several huge men simply lay in the nest and began to experiment with whether the construction was comfortable.

Canghai touched Kong Ming beside him, "Have you heard of Berserkers being so used to it?"

Kong Ming was also a little surprised and shook his head, "It's the first time I've seen this kind of nest. Their living habits are really special."

After solving the problem of the berserkers, the group continued to walk deep into the forest under the leadership of Bing Ning. Without Bing Ning's leadership, it is difficult to guarantee that they would not get lost in it.

No wonder few people outside know that there are traces of Eastern tribes in the Green Memories Forest, which is why Bing Ning doesn't want to lead those barbaric berserkers and continue to go deeper.

Several people walked in the forest for more than a day, but the sea could no longer tell the direction they were in. Sikong Haoxuan was also secretly alert in his heart. This forest seemed to be a huge maze, which easily made people lose the accurate sense of direction.

Bing Ning pointed to the distance, and said in his tone that he was happy to go home. "It's almost here, our tribe is here."

Walking into the Eastern Remnants where Bing Ning is located, looking at the tens of thousands of people in ragged in the woods, Sikong Haoxuan was secretly shocked. He was not shocked by the poverty of these people living in such poverty. His compassion for the world had long disappeared in Sikong Haoxuan's heart.

What really shocked Sikong Haoxuan was that although the clothes of those people had been patched and damaged on their bodies were not known to be many patches or damaged. They could still clearly distinguish their original appearance. The wide lichen sleeves and long hair tied up made Sikong Haoxuan think in a trance that he had returned to the ancient times of familiar space.

"This kind of clothing is not conducive to their survival in the forest at all. What made them go through so many generations and continue to retain this kind of outfit, is it conservative or..." Sikong Haoxuan sighed in his heart.

"Bing Ning, you are back. Are they outsiders you brought?" A very strong young man was carrying several people, holding sharpened wooden sticks, and looked at Sikong Haoxuan and others vigilantly.

"Brother Daniu, I invited them to treat my grandfather."

The young man named Daniu's eyes lit up, "Why not treat the disease, you're not going to be quicker. The old patriarch's condition has become worse and worse these days."

A trace of anxiety flashed in Bing Ning's eyes, as if she had forgotten Sikong Haoxuan and others behind her, and ran towards a tall tree hole in the woods. Cang Hai followed her nervously, and kept calling on her to leave quickly.

The big bull had some confusion in his eyes. He asked Kong Ming next to him, "Are you a monk? You should treat the old clan leader. Who is that young man? Do you fall in love with Bing Ningmei?"

Kong Ming smiled gently, "I am treating your clan leader. The little face you mentioned seems to be pursuing your sister."

"Hmph, you must be able to pursue our patriarch's daughter."

Before Sikong Haoxuan and his wife entered the tree hole, Bing Ning ran out of the tree hole. He pulled Kong Ming and looked anxious. "Hurry up, Mr. Kong Ming. Grandpa fainted again."

There were dry weeds in the tree hole. Several old men stood aside and quietly watched Kongming treat their tribe leader. He accepted Di Kongming inherited the great witch and was used to the witch doctor's diagnosis methods. He put his four fingers on the old man's pulse lying on the ground, and carefully felt the old man's pulse beating.

After a while, Kong Ming had just opened his eyes when an old man standing next to him asked anxiously: "Sir, how about our patriarch?"

"This is my Grandpa Dong." Although Bing Ning was anxious, she did not forget the most basic etiquette and introduced it to Kong Ming.

"If my diagnosis is not wrong, your patriarch is not sick..."

"Fart." Big Niu yelled at Kong Ming, "Our patriarch has been falling down for a year. Do you think he is not sick?"

"Big Niu, don't be arrogant. I'll hear people finish their words." After the old man named Dong taught Da Niu a lesson, he smiled apologetically at Kong Ming, "Sir, continue to say that Da Niu is such a hurry, don't blame him."

Kong Ming smiled gently and continued, "I suspect that your patriarch was not sick, but was cursed."

"Curse?!" Bing Ning's face turned pale after hearing Kong Ming's words. He knew that if it was a disease, there was hope for cure. If it was a curse, it might not be so easy to relieve it.

Canghai stood beside Bing Ning, holding her shaky body, comforting her: "Don't worry, Kong Ming must have a way."

Sure enough, Kong Ming continued: "I can try to lift this curse, but the long-term curse influence has destroyed the physical functions of your patriarch. Just like releasing this curse, his body will not be able to bear it. The reason why your patriarch still has vitality now is that it is entirely due to the characteristics of this curse to hold his life." Kong Ming, as a witch doctor, has a unique method to lift the curse.

The big bull, who was standing honestly in the tree hole, muttered dissatisfied, "I can't speak well, I have to breathe and say, who's the blame?"

The old man named Dong heard that there was still hope to save the patriarch, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Then should we first adjust the patriarch's body and then let the sir lift the curse?"

Kong Ming shook his head. "It's not that simple. This kind of curse is very domineering. You are not as fast as it destroys."

"What should I do?" The old man surnamed Dong felt very anxious.

Bing Ning, who had been listening carefully to Kong Ming's words, suddenly turned her eyes to Canghai, "Brother Canghai, can your precious elixir restore grandpa's body?"

Cang Hai looked at Bing Ning with anxiety on his face and glanced at Sikong Haoxuan who was leaning against the entrance of the cave. He gritted his teeth and handed Bing Ning a small bottle containing blue liquid to Bing Ning, "I think this kind of spiritual medicine can restore your grandfather." Cang Haidi really had no idea. If this medicine goes on and Bing Ning's grandfather dies, she will definitely hate herself for the rest of her life.

Kong Ming took the small bottle in Bing Ning's hand. He opened the bottle cap and sniffed it, and was a little surprised, "I can't tell what kind of potion it is made of, but I can be sure that this potion is only good and no harm to your patriarch."

Bing Ning finally showed a hint of joy on her face. She looked at Canghai with gratitude, took the small bottle from Kong Ming's hand, and poured it into the grandfather who was lying on the ground.

When Bing Ning poured all the light blue liquid into her grandfather, Kong Ming sat down next to their clan leader, holding his pulse, and looking extremely focused.

Suddenly, nine black needles appeared in Kong Ming's hand and stabbed every part of the clan leader's body. Kong Ming's movements and long black needles made everyone beside him feel a thrill.

Only Sikong Haoxuan, who was relying on the entrance of the cave, knew that Kong Ming was using witch needles now, which were somewhat similar to acupuncture, but it was older than acupuncture and more magical. Sikong Haoxuan did not expect that in a short time, Kong Ming could understand the medical skills in his soul to such an extent.

Fortunately, the old man named Dong Di was about to rise, and there was a hint of anger in his tone, "Sir. Are you..." The long black needles entered his body. No matter how you look at it, it looked like a murder. It was hard for the old man named Dong to ask the reason rationally.

Kong Ming raised his head and smiled. He explained: "I will seal the curse in your patriarch with the black needle so that it cannot destroy the body that has been restored by the elixir again."

"Mr. Kongming, are you saying that the spiritual medicine is effective?" Bing Ning couldn't bear to look at his grandfather who was covered with black needles on his body, and turned his eyes to Kongming.

"The effect is very good. If your grandfather hadn't been cursed, he would have recovered completely. This is really a magical elixir, afraid that it can bring people back to life."

After Kong Ming finished speaking, he continued to observe their patriarch's body being inserted with black needles, as if he was considering something in his heart.

Bing Ning, behind Kong Ming, pinched Canghai's hand with gratitude. Canghai, who was in a comfortable mood, cast a grateful look at Sikong Haoxuan who was leaning against the entrance of the cave.

After Kong Ming observed for a while, his right hand formed a mysterious handprint among the nine black needles inserted into the clan leader's body. As the handprints formed, small and ancient patterns slowly appeared on the black needles, and strands of things like black air were sucked into it by the nine black needles.

When the black gas in the clan leader's body was completely absorbed by the black needle, Kong Ming raised his hand and the nine black needles left the clan leader's body and disappeared into Kong Ming's sleeve.

"Okay, your patriarch should have no problem. He will be able to recover from his health when he wakes up." Kong Ming rubbed the sweat beads that oozed out of his forehead with his sleeve.

Several people in the cave looked at the rosy face of their clan leader and knew that their clan leader's curse had been completely lifted by the monk.

The big bull kowtowed respectfully to Kongming, "Thank you for saving our patriarch, I apologize to you." After that, he kowtowed to Canghai again, "Thank you for your spiritual medicine, you are qualified to pursue my sister."

Red rose on Canghai's face, "This...This..." Although Canghai was stuttering, his hands and Bing Ning were still holding each other tightly.
Chapter completed!