Chapter 3 A Ky Man

Tu An was too excited earlier, so he miscalculated one step.

Tu An immediately turned his head back, silently praying that the monster would not die, nor wake up.

He picked up a few drugs by hand by the side of the road.

This place has very strange plants.

Tu An did not dare pick at random, only picking the types he felt were familiar.

Tu An has lived in the forest since childhood, distinguishing trees has become a basic requirement.

No different than he expected.

On the way back, he met a few people.

They have both monsters and humans.

One of them looked at Tu An with disgust.

Tu An is very sensitive, he can feel those eyes, but he can only slightly lower his head.

He was not allowed to look directly at them.

The monster next to him suddenly grabbed Tu An's shoulder.

So strong that Tu An wanted to fall.

The new body is really weak.

The monster asked Si An:

"How is Khac Nap Lang? Why are you here?"

Tu An did not dare answer, he could only grit his teeth and say:

"Sir, the master is still the same, I'm going to find medicine for the master"

The monster examined the herbs in Tu An's hand, then asked again:

"Do you also know the difference between medicinal herbs?"

Tu An nodded.

"I know a little"

The monster probably didn't know if he was holding a herb or a poison, but he was still easy to deceive and was satisfied to let go of him.

He even gave him two large chickens to instruct him:

"Bring it back to Khac Nap Lang."

The person next to him seemed very uncomfortable, glared at Tu An, then gently said to the monster:

"A Ky Man, didn't you say to catch me? You gave this slave, maybe he even ate all of it, came here early in the morning, sometimes looking for a way to run away all night"

No need to guess something like that?

Fortunately, the so-called A Ky Man did not believe:

"You should limit your deductions. These chickens were originally caught by me for Khac Nap Lang. If you want to eat them, I'll catch them later."

Tu An took advantage when they were arguing and escaped.

On the thirtieth day of coming to this world, Tu An learned the name of the monster master.

Khac Nap Lang.

Khac Nap Lang is not dead, nor is he awake.

I was still lying in the same position last night.

But it seems that the body is no longer too hot.

Tu An knew that if he kept doing this, he would die.

His mother died like that.

A wounded leg, no cure, gangrene.

Tu An had never seen this monster's wound.

He is very alert.

Tu An looked at the monster again, confirmed that he was still not awake, then approached and opened his legs to see.

A broken bone indeed.

The skin is also broken.

Tu An looked at the herbs he brought back and finally decided to apply medicine to the wounds he had carved first.

Hands, chest, abdomen, back.

Nowhere is there no wound.

Tu An worked hard and was tired and dizzy.

He just ate a few wild fruits without much energy, so he lay down to rest.

In the afternoon, the monster still hasn't woken up.

But the breathing was more stable.

Tu An went to the stream again.

There is no water in the house.

Tu An does not like to go to the stream before it is dark.

Because there will be people here.

Although people didn't pay much attention to him, Tu An still didn't look up, just quietly went to the slave's area to get water.

Slaves get water for their masters, so there's no need to go to the bottom.

Tu An still collects water at the upline.

Next to them were a few people still grilling meat.

Tu An was attentively collecting water when someone called back.

It's a Ky Man , he just met in the morning:

"Have you grilled Khac Nap Lang's chicken yet?"

Tu An did not know the relationship between his master and this guy, but still told him the truth:

"The master is still sleeping, I don't have fire either."

To say he couldn't make fire would mean he was a useless slave that should be thrown away.

But it was reasonable to say that the owner had not allowed him to light the fire.

A Ky Man thought for a moment, then passed a small tool and some fruits, instructing:

"You should work more flexibly, roast the chicken first so that Khac Na Lang can eat it as soon as he wakes up. In case he is curious, just tell him that I told you to light a fire."

Tu An nodded, took the fire-making tool, brought along the water, and left.

Tu An excitedly sought firewood and prepared the chicken.

Tu An looked at the naked chicken, then at Khac Na Lang lying there, and decided to take the risk to retrieve the stone in his chest.

Then they ran back into the woods.

Shortly, he found the honey bee hive last night.

Tu An used his twenty years of experience in the forest to successfully get some honey.

There were not any spices but salt in the house.

Tu An picked some chilies and Chinese Sichuan peppers.

Even a casual meal could create a seductive scent.

Probably due to not touching meat for such a long time.

The scent of the chicken is not only called the worm inside Tu An's stomach but also the one in Khac Na Lang.

Tu An was spreading honey very attentively.

When he turned around and saw the indiscreet look of the person who was originally waiting to die, he panicked.

Tu An stared blankly at Khac Na Lang.

If Khac Na Lang was healthy, the slave who dared to stare at him like that deserved to be sent to paradise.