Banished To Another World Chapter 15

When the situation was over, Yuan Zhan was laying on top of the youth. Looking at the two holes in the ground that was dug out by the youth's hands, out of satisfaction and claiming his owners.h.i.+p, he ruthlessly bit the youth's neck.

Yan Mo's whole body trembled in pain.

Suddenly there was a panting sound next to him.

Yan Mo tilted his head and finally realized that there were many people around them watching. Without exception, these people looked like warriors around Yuan Zhan's age, each and every one of them were big and tall.

Someone used a hoa.r.s.e voice to discuss with him.  "Da Zhan hurry up and get off, let me just do it once. I'll trade 20 red dates." As soon as he spoke he impatiently stuck out a hand to grope Yan Mo.

Yuan Zhan slapped away the hand of the thief. He was not willing to exchange right now, not even a tiny bit.

Yuan Shan watched as Yan Mo licked his lower lip then directly asked, "We exchange."

"No exchange, will not exchange for anything." Yuan Zhan got up from the youth's body and touched his thigh without any difficulty. Touched until he had a hand covered in blood then instantly pulled him over his shoulder, pushed away the people blocking his path, and left the plaza.

Watching Yuan Zhan leave, the mouths of those people cursed and called him stingy, then surrounded Yuan Shan.

Yuan Shan was also rejected but he was not angry. Pulling up Wen Sheng, "Do you want to exchange with them? It's an established custom. If you want, then you can go, the stuff will be given to you. Don't want, then we'll go to the plaza and eat roasted meat. Tonight you can eat a full meal."

Wen Sheng hesitated a bit. He was a little interested in red dates, but rubbing his b.u.t.t, he decided to keep his energy tonight to eat a full meal.

Yuan Zhan carried him over his shoulder back to the tent and discovered that his house was unexpectedly clean.

He thought it was from Cao Ting being hardworking, but was unaware that it was from his own slave. After he discovered his leg had grown back, he honestly could not stand the odd smells, bugs, and thick layers of dust inside the tent. Actually took two days to clean up the tent well.

Throwing him onto the bed, Yuan Zhan turned around to hang the curtain to his tent. Outside it was still bright, there was no need to waste a torch.

Yan Mo who was sprawled over the bed squirmed a bit, turned over his body to let him lay face up.

"Master, please give me some Setose Thistle leaves, ok? Thank you." Yan Mo calmly and quietly asked. As long as he had this condition, he had never ill treated himself before. To have someone suddenly and forcefully, after the event don’t think that after my body heals you can continue again. To continuously engage in self-torture, this was a stupid thing that could only be done by people with negative intelligence.

Yuan Zhan walked to his side, kneeled on one knee on top of the dry haystack, suddenly grabbed the youth's right leg, and instantly had all the wooden planks taken off.

"Master?" The youth let out an expression of fear and trepidation.

Yuan Zhan opened all the leaves wrapped around his wound and gently slid his finger over the healed skin, "Your leg really did get better."

Yan Mo was a bit surprised, how could he tell? He was confident that his acting had no problems.

"If your leg hadn't recovered yet, your posture and expression would not be like what I saw just now." Also having suffered similar injuries, even to this day he clearly understood.

"Not to mention when I was doing you, your two legs were struggling with high spirits."

Yan Mo smiled suddenly, "My bad, I had a lack of experience. The next time I fake, you won’t be able to find a weak point at all."

"Who are you?" Yuan Zhan's hand pressed on the youth's chest, eyes closely watching him.

To continue on with his hoax or to give a small confession. Yan Mo took into account that in the future he might display something abnormal. Before leaving this owner in name, if he wanted to hide the truth from this shrewd guy it would undoubtedly be very difficult.

Sporting a joking tone, Yan Mo replied, "I am G.o.d…"

Yuan Zhan's eyes suddenly widened.

"……'s messenger."

Yan Mo looked at the guy's expression. Getting ready to pounce, Yuan Zhan moved!

It was like when a leopard suddenly got angry. The youth pushed down on top of the teen's body, hand grabbing the teen's neck, expression incomparably malevolent he lowly growled.

"Shut up! If you continue to talk nonsense I'll kill you!"

….. This development, how come it was different from what he imagined?

"I really am…."

Pa! Yuan Zhan unexpectedly slapped his face with the palm of his hand.

Yan Mo who just got hit began to bleed from his mouth and nose. His head thrummed for a while before he finally returned to normal. Yan Mo's fingers dug into the worn out fur, he would remember this!

It's not that Yuan Zhan did not not seethe hatred in the teen's eyes, but he just didn't care.

Slaves could hate their own owners, it was a normal situation.

To be killed by slaves that harbored hatred, in that case then the owner was really useless, couldn't even subdue their own slave.

He wanted to subdue the teen, let him be an obedient slave to him from now on. But if he still didnt listen, he didn't mind butchering him to become cured meat to pa.s.s through the winter.

"You are not a messenger of any G.o.d." Yuan Zhan was gripping the teen's neck, pausing after every word to reply.

" E Wu (1)" Yan Mo's face was red from being grabbed, both hands wanting to pry off the youth's hand.

But that hand was like a pair of iron pliers. no matter how he pushed, pulled, teared at, or grabbed, it would not budge.

"Remember, if you say similar words like these in the future, I'll cut off your tongue!"

"Wu wu… " Yan Mo was out of breath, both legs desperately tried to press down. Move your hand, still haven't moved your hand?

Kill him! Kill this disgraceful b.a.s.t.a.r.d!

No, cannot kill. Kill him, and he wouldn't be able to live either.

Then just abandon him!

No, cannot determine how dangerous the future would be. If this guy was abandoned, he would most likely be sold to another person, there was also a small possibility to be given to his friends as winter food.

Listening to the tone of this b.a.s.t.a.r.d, he did not seem like he wanted to kill him. He endured until now, if he let go of his hand right now, would merely expose his own background. Kill this owner, there was no guarantee that his next master would be a good one.

In any case this person saved him and brought him back when he was dying from his injury. And this person also did not take advantage of him when he was still injured. And this person when he left, went to find someone to take care of him. Well….. He didn’t exchange him for food!

Kill him or abandon him, could he escape? Could he survive outside? Could he… escape the punishments of the guide?

Yan Mo, you need to think clearly! 　

The youth controlling the teen's life and death did not realize that his own life had already lived and died several times in a certain person's intense mental debate.

Yuan Zhan released his hand and let the teen catch his breath.

Yan Mo's breathing was too rushed and choked on the air.  Quickly covering his neck, he coughed like he was almost going to die.

Yuan Zhan's gaze swept from the youth's two legs, eyebrows knitted, the blood hadn't stopped.

Yan Mo's cough was too awful, in addition to the shock from his back,  uncomfortable tears fell down.

"I… I was only making a joke…" Yan Mo breathed heavily, stammering while trying to correct himself.

"Maybe you really are a disciple of the Yanshan Priest, or maybe you're not." Yuan Zhan stroked Yan Mo's thigh covered in dust and blood and moved upwards a bit.

"I don't care who you are, right now you are my slave. Even if you really are the messenger of G.o.d…." Yuan Zhan revealed a shallow and mocking sneer, took the youth's b.a.l.l.s into his own hands and grabbed tightly.

Yna Mo was in so much pain he screamed! Body suddenly curled up into a dried shrimp.

"Right now you are not." Yuan Zhan lowered his head, bit the youth's ear and said, "Unless you want to die."

"Why… why do you say it like that?" Yan Mo gripped onto the youth's solid arms and asked with a trembling voice. He wanted to know the reason.

Yuan Zhan felt that the youth should have already remembered his lesson, released his hand, and pinched his cheek for a moment, "People who can recover well is not an uncommon thing. Certain temple servants from shrines and certain tribe shaman groups even have the ability to bring the dead back to life, but they wouldn't even dare to call themselves the messenger of G.o.d."

Yan Mo wiped his tears, he deeply felt that his current encounter was worse than being thrown into the most chaotic and aweful prison. At least in there doctors still had respect, most people would not go provoke a doctor.

"Do you know what happened to the last guy who called himself the messenger of G.o.d?" Yuan Zhan captured the youth's face and lifted it up.

"What happened?" Here, would there be people who came from the same place as him? The previous person who claimed to be G.o.d's messenger was also a reformer, or was it some other transmigration? Or simply a liar?

"That person appeared in another big tribe called Hong Tu Tribe (2), no one knew where he came from. His skin was very very white, had golden hair like the dazzling sun, his self-recovery abilities were much more powerful than yours. No matter what injuries he got, it would be fine in the blink of an eye."

Yan Mo was deeply envious, but in the next second that envy turned into fear– he predicted this person's fate.

"That person proclaimed himself the messenger of G.o.d to the people of Hong Tu Tribe, came here for the sake of leading everyone to head towards a more glorious life. The priest of the tribe was skeptical of him. He challenged the priest, after watching the priest perform a few rituals, he said it was some chemistry and diversion and so on, even replicated a few of the priest's rituals. The priest asked him if he had any ability to prove that he was the messenger of G.o.d, the man demonstrated his self healing ability."

Yuan Zhan, mentioning his leg, took a look. It was still bleeding. He immediately curled his lips and said, "You are worse than him. Hong Tu Tribe priest and the chief of the clan felt that as a messenger of G.o.d, only being to self-heal well was not a good representation. They ordered him to go to a hostile tribe and conquer them, gave him a day to wipeout the entire tribe. That person indicated that he couldn't do it, even expressed anger and scolded the Hong Tu tribe priest and chief that they were barbarians; scolded them for not respecting G.o.d's messenger and indicated that he wanted to leave Hong Tu Tribe and go somewhere else."

Yuan Zhan suddenly grimaced.  "When that person appeared, it was almost like you. It was almost winter. "

Yan Mo's heart tightened, he was not sympathetic to the man who called himself G.o.d's messenger, but still couldn't help feeling like the fox mourns for the death of the hare (3).

"He wanted to escape from Hong Tu Tribe and got caught. Hong Tu priest stated, since he came from beyond the heavens, also had self healing ability, it must be Heaven bestowing Hong Tu Tribe with the highest quality food. During that entire winter, the entire tribe except for the slaves, no one starved to death."

f.u.c.k! Yan Mo suddenly felt that his entire body ached, this kind of world where no one had knowledge of was most fearful to people. They were not just ignorant and cruel, even rejected all outside influence and culture. Unless your martial force could suppress them and make them forcibly change.

Might be better off to dress as a genuine primitive tribe, best not to understand anything. Ignorant children were cruel, but like blank paper, one could scribble as one pleased, become particularly good at swindling and be in control.

"Did he die yet?" the youth asked with a quivering voice.

"Died, because after one winter, the man still survived. The Hong Tu Tribe priest felt fearful and had the rest of him cooked in a day, ate the meat, bone grinded into powder, and turned it into a medicinal powder. I heard that using that person's bone powder had particularly miraculous effects. Regardless of how severe the injury, rub a bit on and it'll be better."

Really is a waste, if it was him, he would have definitely let that person live. This was such a good research material, as long as the nutrition could keep up, then there was an endless supply of blood, skin, internal organs, bone marrow and etc… If he started out with such a high quality research material, then it would not be so strenuous to get replacement organs for the rich and influential people, maybe could even develop a new medicine to treat cancer. Tsk, what a pity!

The demonic minded youth with the simple and honest face felt scared and uncertain and asked, "You… How do you know these things?"

"We have dealings with the Hong Tu Tribe. Before winter comes, every year all the neighboring tribes will gather at the stone beaches and hold a meeting to deal with the last trade of the year. You will see them on that day. That bone powder can also be exchanged, but the cost is very high." Yuan Zhan pinched the youth's cheek, "Now do you still dare to call yourself the messenger of G.o.d?"

Yan Mo firmly shook his head, "I was just carelessly speaking just now. I just don't want to be a slave, I…. you handled me with so much pain. Wu Wu (4)." Tears began to fall out.

Yuan Zhan laughed at him and patted his cheek, "Stop pretending, you are not a weak little lamb. If I could not sense your entire body's murderous aura and hatred for me, I would have already died and turned into meat. Listen to me, first let me f.u.c.k for a few years, wait for you to become a Rank 3 warrior, beat me, then I'll let you go."

Yan Mo's tears instantly stopped. Since the opposite party already saw through his behavior, he was also too lazy to continue. Pretending took a lot of effort.

Yuan Zhan lifted his leg again to take a look, "h.e.l.lo, you still have the face to say you’re the messenger of G.o.d. Why is your b.u.t.t still bleeding?"

Yan Mo "………."

Night approached, Yuan Ji Tribe members were all huddled around the plaza's 20 fire pits building fires. It was time to gorge oneself with fresh roast meat. Yan Mo laying in the tent remained silent and looked up.

Yuan Zhan came into the tent holding onto half of a Qian Sheep sat next to the youth, "Want to eat?"

You didn't see me bleeding like a river just now? Get me to eat roasted mutton, do you want to do me to death or cause my death?

Yuan Zhan used his oily hand to lift up the youth's thigh, looked at a particular area.  "Not bad, not bleeding anymore. That weed you call Setose Thistle still has some use."

Finished talking, with the age of a youth and appearance and physique benefitting Yuan Zhan, he firmly bit a piece of roast lamb that still held a trace of blood. While chewing he showed a bit of disdain. "You're way too useless, in this state and still call yourself G.o.d's messenger. Did G.o.d pull out a pile of s.h.i.+t?"

"He he."

"Don't laugh like that, it makes me want to specially beat you." Yuan Zhan seriously replied, tearing a piece of the meat and stuffing it into the youth's mouth. "You can't eat nothing, next time you want to eat full, it will have to wait until spring. I only found one kind of herb that you drew, there were two types that looked similar. I dug it out and brought it back. Also brought back some bugs, look yourself and see if you can recognize."

Yan Mo's interested was slightly piqued, chewing the meat he tilted his head to look at the youth.

"Where?"  He didn't spit out the meat, having a tear in his a.n.u.s was better than starving to death.

Yuan Zhan tore off another piece and fed him. "Stored together with the other gains. We also picked some fruit that we've eaten before and brought it back. Tomorrow, wait for the Priest to dig through it and deem it useless, then I'll can bring it back."

"…. Are you really not curious about my background?"  Yan Mo couldn't help but ask.

"You still need to ask?" Yuan Zhan knitted his eyebrows, extended a hand to exert force and rub his own left thigh, "I have no interest listening to you cook up something."

You really do understand me.

"What's wrong with your thigh?" Yan Mo actually did not want to ask at all, but he already saw it, which meant the guide also saw it. If he dared not to ask, he was unsure if he was going to experience a new bone pain.

Yuan Zhan was just about to explain, when he suddenly shut up and looked outside the tent.

"Da Zhan! The chief and priest are telling you to come over!" The young warrior that wanted to use Yan Mo once in exchange for red dates was standing outside the tent. He took a quick glance at Yan Mo sprawled across the bed, then added another sentence, "They also told you to bring your slave with you."

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          Wu: sound effect for mumbling, murmuring, and stammering

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