"Go to the river to get some water, we need to rewash and bandage Lawrence's wound."

Cain said.

The cabin was very simple, with only one bed, and everyone put Lawrence on it, and built a pot and stove in the kitchen, but no one would live and cook here under such circumstances.

Among other things, the rising smoke will reveal everyone's whereabouts.

After waiting for a while, Beach came in with a large piece of bark in his hands. He peeled off the fresh bark from the surrounding trees and folded the two sides together so that it could barely be used as a container for water.

In addition, he also carried a few rhizome-like things with him.

"This is water. While peeling the bark, I also found a few tubers. Although this thing doesn't taste very good, it can barely satisfy my hunger."

There was no furniture in the room, and Beach could only hold the bark in his hand, and Michelle took down the tubers that Beach had dug back.

Regardless of his thick and mighty appearance, Beach is a very careful person. The tubers he dug out of the ground have been washed with water by the river, and they can be eaten directly.

Michelle took a closer look at the tuber in her hand, and recognized that it was just an ordinary plant root, which was indeed edible. She gave a piece to Cain, and took a bite herself.

The entrance is a bit sweet, and to be honest, the taste is really not that good, but at this time everyone is already hungry, and ordinary tubers can also taste sweet.

After eating up a small piece of food in her hand, Michelle opened a small bag that he carried with her, took out a clean cloth, cleaned Lawrence's wound after wetting it.

Lawrence fell to the ground before, and a large amount of dirt was rolled on the broken arm, which was very troublesome to clean up in this situation.

As soon as Michelle made a move, Lawrence woke up in severe pain. He opened his eyes in a daze and looked around.

"Where am I?"

At this moment, Lawrence's eyes were fixed, and his other intact hand touched his body.

A small pistol fell into the palm of his hand, and the muzzle shifted slightly to aim at Beach, who was standing not far away.

"Lawrence, what are you going to do?!"

Michelle was startled, and shot like lightning, and quickly knocked out the gun in Lawrence's hand.

Beach froze on the spot, apparently not expecting Lawrence to point the gun at him.

"It's not Beach's fault!"

Taking the gun in Lawrence's hand, Michelle stepped forward and pushed Lawrence down on the bed.

"At that time, if he didn't cut off your arm, you wouldn't be able to save your life. Now I'm afraid it has been attacked by the venom and turned into a puddle of pus and blood."

Lawrence hit his head on the wooden board behind him, and he couldn't help making a soft moan, and the stars flashed in front of his eyes.

He stretched out his hand as if he wanted to say something, but a strong sense of nausea surged into his brain.

He said intermittently, "Kill, kill...!"

"Let him have a good rest."

Cain ate the tuber in his hand and handed Michelle a needle.

Michelle nodded, and injected the medicine in the needle into Lawrence's body.

"Beach's action was very timely, but part of the venom still entered the blood. The dose should not be high. Although it is not fatal, it will affect his nerves."

Cain glanced at Beach and patted the latter on the shoulder, "Don't take it to heart, Lawrence didn't mean it. For a witcher, being disabled almost means the end of his career."

After the injection, Lawrence quickly fell into a coma, and Michelle began to treat Lawrence's wound quickly.

Cleaning, and then cutting off some of the necrotic rotten flesh, of course Michelle knew that the river was not clean, but right now she didn't have much choice.

Finally, the surface of the wound was thoroughly detoxified, and then the corresponding drugs were injected, and the bleeding was bandaged. Seeing that Lawrence, who was in a coma, gradually stabilized, Michelle completely relaxed.

"Take a break and eat something."

Cain said from the side.

The tubers of the plants themselves don't have many calories. After eating everything, the hunger will not be relieved, but will become more intense.

However, this thing has a lot of water, even if it can't provide calories, it can relieve the body's hunger and thirst.

After resting for a while, Cain felt that the drowsiness in his brain was not relieved, but tended to worsen. He knew that this was the sequelae caused by his continuous outbreaks in battle.

"Beach, go and deliver some food to Carl, and ask him about the situation there."

"If the situation is still stable, let's take a rest here to relieve fatigue and recover from injuries."

Cain said.

Beach nodded, picked up a few stalks, turned and left.

Michelle was in good condition, but Cain's complexion was getting worse and worse. He leaned against the window and watched Beach go out. He was drowsy, his eyes became darker, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

In a trance, he seemed to hear someone entering the house.

His eyelids were heavy as if they were filled with lead, but he only opened a little gap when he tried his best.

A tall figure walked in from the door in the darkness.

"Well, what did Carl say?"

Cain asked in a daze.

"I've already delivered the food, and he said it's delicious."

"Everything is normal, you can rest assured."

Beach's voice sounded a bit strange, but Cain was so exhausted that the tense strings in his brain were almost broken.

After listening to Beach's words, he could no longer restrain the exhaustion in his heart, closed his eyes, and fell asleep drowsily.

Looking at the three people in the room who fell into a coma, Beach had a relieved smile on his face.

"Since it's been so hard for you guys, then don't wake up again."

After speaking, he moved his strong body and left the cabin.

The sky is getting brighter, and the night is coming to an end.

Carl shrank in the darkness. Although his sight could not penetrate the night, the way psychics observe the world is very different from that of ordinary people.

When their vision is affected, they prefer to feel the changes in the surrounding environment through the spirit wandering in the void.

There was peace.

But I don't know why Carl always has a feeling of restlessness.

"After such a long time, why is there no news at all in the cabin?"

"It's really weird, why did Captain Cain bring everyone here?"

Carl turned his head and looked at the looming hut in the darkness, feeling more and more uneasy in his heart.

"No, it's too weird! I have to go back and have a look."

Thinking of this, he jumped down from the top of the tree and ran quickly towards the cabin.

The cabin in the distance was silent. At this moment before the alternation of night and dawn, it was as quiet as a tomb.

Kaka!

Before Carl approached, a strange voice came from a distance. When the distance got closer, Carl saw a strong figure waving something in the field.

"Beach? What are you doing?"

Carl subconsciously slowed down.

The hoe was thrown to the ground, and the figure in the field slowly straightened up. He turned slightly sideways, revealing a strange face.

"Oh... you mean me?"

"Of course I'm preparing food for you."

Carl's scalp was numb, and he couldn't help but look into the field. In the reddish-brown soil, rotten corpses rolled out.

"But because they are buried for so long, there are not many delicious ones left."