My name is Ren

Chapter 372 Contagious plague is the greatest enemy of mankind, but the human heart is often more terrible than the plague

Seeing that the countdown to March has already entered, just as April is about to enter, the black barbarians who have been devastated by the winter in the Salmy Mountains finally calmed down.

It’s also interesting to say that in the southern part of the world, we rarely see snow in winter, and the temperature is only a few degrees. Sometimes it will drop below zero, but it will never be too low.And what about the north?It was thirty or forty degrees below zero at every turn, and the whole world was covered by heavy snow.The animals in the two environments that are so far apart all need to hibernate in the same way.If the animals in the ice and snow in the north were taken to the south, winter in the south would be like summer to them.

The temperature in the Salmy Mountains had only risen to about [-] degrees, and the hibernating animals finally came out of their caves and burrows.After a whole winter, the thick fat was transformed into nutrients necessary to maintain life functions during hibernation, and was completely consumed.All the animals looked skinny and skinny, with only bones and skin all over their bodies. It was difficult to find any meat.It was such a thin and deformed animal that saved the Heimans.

I couldn't find anything to eat throughout the winter, and I had to endure the cold and starve every day.The strong and strong black barbarians can still hold on, and those young and old often become victims of winter.The war that broke out last year and the ensuing pursuit and suppression left the black barbarians with no time and ability to reserve resources for the winter.Nearly [-]% of the black man died of hunger and cold.

Fortunately, now that spring has begun, the temperature has risen, and the prey have appeared again.

Unlike those joyful clansmen, Afro did not show a happy smile on his face.She, the saint, did not go hungry this winter except for freezing.Heiman is also very clear that when the saint is alive, they still have a way out, at least when necessary, they can agree to all Ren's requests and get his protection.Once the saint is dead, this road will be cut off, and they have no other way to go except to go deeper into the mountains to avoid the capture of the Desi people.

So this winter, Afro had a pretty good life.

But now, she's starting to worry.

Winter has indeed passed, and the recovery of all things has also brought Hei Man a chance to breathe.But at the same time, those Desi people outside the mountain who had to choose to temporarily stop all activities because of the winter, got the opportunity to enter the dense forest of the sacred mountain again.It is conceivable that in the following period of time, the quiet slave hunting activities will start on an unprecedented scale.

The price of black barbarian slaves from the outside world has skyrocketed, and all slave traders will hope to make a fortune while the current price is high enough.Harvey is coming, and slave traders from other provinces are also coming. At the same time, they have to face suppression and hunting from Rennes. The situation of Heiman is very pessimistic.

"My lord, look what's wrong with my grandma?!" Two young men carried an old man on a simple stretcher made of branches and vines.The old man looked like he was about six or seventy years old, with wrinkled chicken skin on his face.Her eyes were closed, her face was yellowish, with a faint green light.Her lips were purple, and there were a few dark spots between her eyebrows. She was weak, and moaned desperately, moaning and moaning in great pain.

The surrounding clansmen gathered around. This old man can withstand the cold of the whole winter, which shows that her physique is not bad.And the symptoms she showed at this time also made these uneducated black man a little worried.

In a relatively primitive society, people, it should be said that all creatures are most afraid of infectious diseases.There are no systematic rules and regulations to prevent the spread of infectious diseases. Once a certain infectious disease breaks out, its wide range, fast spread, and huge number of deaths are enough to frighten any intelligent creature.

Before Afulo could speak, a witch priest with dozens of bird feathers on his head walked over.The tattoos on his face made him look a little scary. He squatted beside the stretcher, reached out and touched the old man's chest, then opened the old man's mouth and inserted his fingers in it.

Heiman, or people in the whole world, do not have a thorough understanding of fever.The experience accumulated in life makes up for this part very well. Through the accumulation of experience, they have mastered many "earth methods". Using the extremities of their limbs to feel the temperature of the human body is one of the most common and effective detection methods.

The fingers were deeply inserted into the upper part of the old man's throat, and the old man who was tortured by the disease retched twice, and his tongue subconsciously covered the foreign body.Wu Ji's expression was a little strange, and he could clearly feel with his fingers that the temperature of the old man's throat was much higher than what he knew.He pulled his finger back and wiped it on the hakama, "She was cursed by the undead, and she was sent away from where she lived."

Many kinds of infectious diseases, as well as some diseases that people have not yet understood the pathogenesis of, are regarded as a kind of curse.Especially infectious diseases, many people, including Desi people, think that infectious diseases are a curse from the dead.They can't overcome the things they can't see and touch, and they are also afraid of the power of infectious diseases, so once they have a fever, it often means being abandoned by the entire group.

The faces of the two young men who carried the old man turned ugly, but they finally carried out the request of the witch sacrifice.In the virgin forest, fever means death and abandonment. This is the law of survival in their bones, and it is a custom that cannot be shaken or destroyed.

After the two young men left, looking at their backs disappearing into the dense forest, Wu Ji said, "In the near future, don't let people from their tribe come in to prevent the curse from spreading."

Afro was a little worried, "Is it an infectious disease?"

Wu Ji shook his head slightly, with a very serious face, "I'm not sure yet, I won't know until she dies. If there is no second similar case, then it's not an infectious disease."

"What if it is confirmed to be an infectious disease?" Afro knew it well, but she was unwilling to give up.

Wu Ji grinned and showed his white teeth, "Then set fire to purify them, this is the only way to prevent the occurrence of infectious diseases."

Afro knew that this was the best way, but she was still sad for those tribesmen.

"Maybe we should ask the Desi people outside for help."

The Great Witch Ji, who was standing motionless on the left side of Afro, opened his eyes, and a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes. Almost every place on his head that could be inserted was covered with feathers.He is the only surviving high priest in the entire Heiman tribe, and it is said that he once communicated with the gods of the Heiman tribe——Man Shen.

He glanced at Afro, "Looking for help from the Desi people?" He sneered shamelessly, "Ask them for help today, and tomorrow they will bring people in and kill our family members.", Said He paused and looked at the clear sky, "First lock up their tribe and guard them. No one is allowed to leave the camp for half a step. Anyone who violates the order will be killed immediately."

In terms of handling things, Afuluo is obviously not that qualified. She seems to be indifferent to everything, but in fact she cares about her people.

In less than two days, several more people entered the camp on simple stretchers.The formal clothes of these people were the same as that of the old man two days ago, their faces were yellowish green, their lips were black, and there were some lumpy black spots between their eyebrows.

Wu Ji blamed a little, "Didn't you say that you are not allowed to leave the camp at will? Why did you come out again?" His tone was very bad, and the black barbarians had no way to deal with the infectious disease, except to leave far away. The second option is available to them. "How was that grandma two days ago?"

These people looked bewildered, and Wu Ji's expression changed suddenly, "Which tribe do you belong to?"

One by one, they uttered the names of their tribes, all from different tribes, and the expressions of everyone in the camp changed instantly.

This is a curse!
Some restless people have already raised their spears and drawn their compound bows, with crazy killing intent in their eyes.In the history known to Heiman, there have been several large-scale outbreaks of infectious diseases, that is, curses.The outbreaks of these infectious diseases almost turned about one-third of the Heiman into corpses every time. The reason why the spread of infectious diseases could be contained before was because each tribe had its own camp. And the tribes are separated by at least dozens of miles.

Often tribes die quietly, only to be discovered by other tribes much later.

But now, almost most of Heiman's camps are very close together, so close that they can hear the shouts and singing of people in the next camp!
Afuluo's face also changed instantly, and the great witch Ji stood up and pointed at them, "Burn them to death!"

On the outskirts of the Salmy Mountains, two alchemists carried a huge breathing filtering device, wore clothes stitched together from whole animal skins, and recorded something in a small book.In front of them, there were more than a dozen highly decomposed corpses.Judging from the degree of decay, these corpses should have been dead for a long time, but in fact these black mans died within three days.

"Silver irises should be reduced a bit." One of the alchemists expertly used a foot-long dagger to cut open Heiman's chest in front of him. Under the rotten muscles, those blackened organs were exuding strong the stench.Of course, they can't smell it.

These organs seemed to be intact, but when the alchemist stretched out his hand and tapped lightly, his entire finger sank into these organs, and these organs were like freshly coagulated blood clots.

"The weight of the black heart grass is also a bit too much. These black barbarians die too fast, which is not conducive to the spread of the plague."

Another alchemist recorded all these in his notebook very conscientiously and dutifully.

　I am the Earl of Rennes, I am really not a good person, but I always feel inexplicable
　　
　
(End of this chapter)