Chapter 422 - 141: [Survive!]
Speaking, he sneered and stared at Black Stone with a vicious gaze: "The Wooden Bowl is right, you’re an adult now, and you’re strong! You shouldn’t be here taking pleasure in bullying the tribe members!
Next time on the battlefield, you’re first in line!"
Supervisor Black Stone snorted angrily, glared fiercely at the Wooden Bowl, but dared not say more.
"Alright! That’s it! This matter is settled!"
The vicious eyes of Supervisor Black Stone rolled, and he went over to forcefully shove his whip into the hands of the Wooden Bowl.
"Your slave, you beat him! Every whip must draw blood! Chief’s orders!"
A beast-like threatening growl emerged from the Wooden Bowl’s throat, but he still took the whip.
Chen Yan: "......"
He is my "master," if he hits personally, maybe he’ll go easy on me, right?
However, when a monster came over, grabbed Chen Yan with one hand, pinned him to the ground, and tore off the fur coat he was wearing...
Crack!
The first whip came down, and Chen Yan straightforwardly and simply passed out from the pain!
Before he passed out, Chen Yan had only one thought.
Are you really hitting that hard for real? Are you this sincere?!
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Chen Yan was painfully awakened.
Upon waking, his first reaction was: It would have been better not to wake up!
It truly hurt!
When he woke up, he was lying on a pile of branches inside the wooden house.
His upper body was bare, and his back was burning with pain, stabbing deep into his heart.
And he could clearly smell the scent of blood—it was all his own blood.
That pain mixed with waves of weakness made Chen Yan’s whole body go limp, unable to muster any strength.
Although he had engaged in cultivation, in his childhood, he wrestled and tumbled in the countryside, sustaining some minor injuries.
But an injury this severe, it was truly his first!
His head was still spinning, but Chen Yan still recognized it; inside the wooden house, the female monster Wooden Bowl was sitting aside.
Her long large hand held a brush, next to her was a big bowl, seemingly containing some dark, sticky stuff.
This female monster was using the brush to dip into the dark paste and applying it to his own back.
Chen Yan roughly judged that the other party was probably treating him.
But...
Who knows what that dark paste was; it was fine if not applied, but once it was brushed on, the pain seemed to multiply several times!
"Damn it!"
Chen Yan couldn’t help but roar out, the pain made every muscle in his body tense up; after quite some time, when the pain peaked and subsided, he managed to catch his breath, but before he could react, the female monster had already brushed on another layer...
"Damn it!!"
Chen Yan growled again.
This time, he passed out once more.
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The next time he woke up, Chen Yan was alone in the wooden house.
He was still lying prone, but the female monster had disappeared.
The house was still chillingly cold, but at least there was no obvious wind.
Chen Yan’s upper body was bare, and he was once again numb from the cold. He shivered and struggled a bit, but with even the slightest movement, there was a stabbing pain in his back.
Besides the bloody smell, another peculiar smell lingered in the house, probably the scent of medicine, but to Chen Yan, it smelled more like burnt porridge.
He saw a black bowl placed beside the pile of branches, with an ice cube inside.
Hmm, Chen Yan took one look and understood...
This was likely a bowl of water left for him by the female monster, but the weather was so cold that it had frozen.
Chen Yan felt he couldn’t just lie here; if this continued, he wouldn’t just die of pain, he might freeze to death.
He saw his fur coat, which had been stripped off him, thrown in the corner.
Chen Yan trembled as he carefully climbed off the pile of branches, the movement almost causing him to faint from the pain again. Still, he gritted his teeth and trembling all over, crawled towards the corner, picked up the fur coat, and with almost all his strength, barely managed to put it on.
He also reached for the bowl of ice.
Even though it had turned to ice, Chen Yan knew he needed to replenish water, so he scraped out a piece of the ice, then placed it to his lips, biting off a small chunk, keeping it in his mouth, using his mouth’s warmth to melt the ice into water, and gradually swallowing it down.
After doing these few actions, Chen Yan felt all his energy was depleted.
Whether he could survive, he didn’t know.
Finally, just when Chen Yan felt his body growing colder and colder...
The door of the wooden house was pushed open.
The female monster Wooden Bowl walked in, glanced at Chen Yan, seemingly observing.
Then she sighed helplessly, picked up an axe left by the door, and turned to go out.
Chen Yan understood; this female monster sighed because...
Since he was injured and couldn’t work, she had to go chop wood herself.
Chen Yan took a breath, his heart filled with rising anger.
However, soon after, the door was pushed open again.
The female monster returned, came in, squatted beside Chen Yan, and placed a lump of black dough in the bowl.
"Your food. Get better soon, help me work."
After Wooden Bowl left, Chen Yan lay on the ground, looked at the bowl of black dough.
This time, he didn’t resist but reached out, despite the nauseating sour and stinky smell, his eyes cold, he tore a piece and slowly put it into his mouth.
His teeth slowly bit down on the dough that had frozen slightly hard, using his saliva to soften it bit by bit before finally swallowing it down.
I must survive!
Live on!
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The large piece of dough, Chen Yan didn’t waste a single bite, forcing himself to eat it all, then he continued to curl up on the ground, minimizing contact between his body and the air, thus reportedly slowing the loss of body heat.
In the darkness, Chen Yan suddenly remembered Gu Qingyi’s words.
"Domain Realm... truly not a good place."
Muttering to himself, Chen Yan once more bit off a small chunk of ice, quietly waiting for it to melt, before drinking it.
I must live on!
And then, they all must die!
Yes, except for this so-called Wooden Bowl, all these monsters must die!
Slaves? Screw your slaves!
For the first time in his life, a feeling called "hatred" emerged in Chen Yan’s heart.
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