The old man was more tenacious than he imagined. He pulled out a dagger from his bag. The dagger was very small, the blade was not even half a foot long. Compared to Zhang Xiaoqiang's military knife, it was far inferior. Zhang Xiaoqiang found it funny. The old man pulling out the dagger was definitely not to resist. How could he kill Zhang Xiaoqiang with a broken leg?
Then there was only one possibility, the old man wanted to commit suicide. He did not want to be tortured by Zhang Xiaoqiang.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was prepared to cut off the old man's right hand the moment he committed suicide. He wanted him to watch his own blood flow to death. He wanted him to be in deep despair. He wanted him to regret crawling out of his mother's womb in the first place.
But the old man's next action was beyond his expectations. If the old man did not have other plans, then it was because he was too afraid of death and cherished himself more than anything else.
The old man did not commit suicide. He used the dagger to cut through his trousers that were sticky with blood. The blade cut through cloth like silk.
The trousers that were dyed red with blood were cut like tofu. After the old man cut his trousers, he took off the gourd that was tied to his bag and sprinkled some powder on the wound. The blood immediately stopped. The old man's face became pale. He saw that the medicine was effective and took out a black metal bottle from his bag. He poured out a small pill that looked like a date seed and swallowed it. Not long after he swallowed it, his face became rosy again.
The old man's satchel was like Doraemon's Dimensional Bag. He took out another cloth bag, and when he opened it, he saw something that looked like half a brick.
He carefully broke off a peanut-sized piece and gently crushed it into powder. Then he sprinkled it near his wound and on his trousers that were stained with blood.
Zhang Xiaoqiang watched the old man with interest. When the old man sprinkled the powder on the blood, the smell of blood in the air turned into a fragrance. Zhang Xiaoqiang was moved. That was a divine weapon!
With that thing, he did not have to worry about the blood on his wound attracting the attention of zombies. He also did not have to worry about Yang Ke-er and the others having their period.
"Now what?" Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but ask.
The old man gave Zhang Xiaoqiang a smile that was many times uglier than a crying face. "Sir!
This is something passed down from my ancestors. It's called Fishy Soil.
After crushing it and sprinkling it on the blood, it would become a Spirit Awakening Incense. Bathing a little in water would be able to cover up the smell on the body.
Even dogs can't smell it. "
He stopped to see if there was any change in Zhang Xiaoqiang's expression, and continued, "Those monsters can't smell them as long as they're not seven or eight meters away. As long as you let me go, I'll give them to you. I'll also give you the blood-staunching powder, the life-saving pills, and I'll …"
Before the old man could finish his words, he was kicked unconscious by Zhang Xiaoqiang. "Bah!" Zhang Xiaoqiang spat out a mouthful of saliva. "You want me to let a beast like you go?
There's no way, you old bastard who deserves to be hacked into pieces! "
As he cursed, he removed the backpack from the old man's body and picked up the dagger that the old man had left beside him.
The blade of the dagger looked very ordinary, without any dazzling light. It didn't even have the metallic patterns on the Jing Wei Sword. The entire blade looked slightly black, as though it had been forgotten in a corner for more than ten years. The handle, on the other hand, was rather interesting, as though it was the horn of something. It was slightly black and glossy, with a sheep-fat jade-like texture. When held in the hand, it felt cold, but slowly became warm.
Opening the canvas bag, there was a scabbard. The scabbard was made of animal skin, and when held in the hand, he could feel the coarseness of the animal skin. Sheathing the dagger into the scabbard, then into his waist. Zhang Xiaoqiang decided to use it as his backup dagger.
The bag was filled with small medicine bottles. Other than the life-saving pill that looked like a date, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't recognize any of them. Instead, he found something wrapped in tin foil. When he opened the tin foil, it was another layer of oiled paper. When he opened the oiled paper, Zhang Xiaoqiang was dumbfounded.
"Is this the bamboo scroll?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the item in his hand. Dozens of thin bamboo boards were tied together by thin copper wires. The bamboo boards were shiny, and the edges were slightly worn. When he opened the bamboo scroll, a young man carved densely on the bamboo boards. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't recognize any of these words, but they seemed to be in Xiaozhuan.
Since he couldn't understand them, Zhang Xiaoqiang carried the bag on his back and carried the old man towards the house. After entering the garden, he saw Yang Ke-er and Yuan Yi standing at the door with pale faces. There were two puddles of vomit on the floor, and the air was filled with a sour smell. The women in the house were no longer howling, and Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that his ears had suffered less.
Su Qian also walked over from the central room. When she saw the old man on Zhang Xiaoqiang's shoulder, she was shocked. "Miracle Doctor Yu?" Su Qian called out the old man's name.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't want to stand in this room. Just a quick glance was enough to make him nauseous. Now that he saw everything clearly, he naturally felt angry and disgusted. This was the side room of a farm kitchen. Usually, sweet potatoes were placed there. These things had to be kept dry to be able to be stored. Otherwise, they would germinate easily. Once they germinated, they couldn't be eaten anymore, and that would be a waste.
There were some pickle jars in the corner and some corn hanging from the beam. Underneath the corn was a simple wooden bed. A woman in her late thirties was lying on the wooden bed. She was naked, and there was only a tattered cotton blanket on her stomach. There was a big hole in the wooden bed between her legs, and her butt was stuck in the hole.
Under her butt was an old-fashioned porcelain basin. It was filled with the woman's excrement, and the whole room was filled with a disgusting stench.
The woman was voluptuous, and her skin was very white. She lay on the wooden bed with her eyes closed, unaware of the outside world. The constant howling had taken away most of her energy.
The woman was also pitiful. Zhang Xiaoqiang had never seen a woman more pitiful than her. Compared to her, Yuan Yi and Su Qian were living in heaven.
She had lost all four limbs. Both her arms and one of her thighs were broken. Her other thigh was missing below the knee. Her originally voluptuous thigh was covered in wounds. Only half of her thigh was left, and one of her thighs was exposed. Even the remaining half had been shaved off with a knife. The scene in front of him made his scalp go numb.
There were only two bloody holes where the woman's breasts used to be. The muscles inside were also exposed. It was a horrible sight.
There was a long bench next to the wooden bed that the woman slept on. There was a big porcelain bowl on it, and it was filled with some black paste. He had no idea what it was. There was also a plastic funnel next to the bowl, and a wooden stick that could fit through the funnel.
"Ah …" Su Qian, who was behind him, screamed. Then, she knelt on the ground and vomited.
The stench in the air was mixed with a sour stench. It made the place even more uninhabitable.