Chapter 454: Initiation

Fang Jian suppressed his joy and asked, "Old man, are you going to go down the mountain?"

The old man Doji frowned and sighed, "Hey, yes, sir, the grassland was ravaged by the Lion Army in the Snow Mountains. I took my tribe members to hide from them. I heard that there was a large army at the foot of the mountain, and the Lion Army did not dare to go down."

Johnson and Johnson interrupted, "It's just that the road is blocked by an avalanche and the ox cart cannot pass. I don't know what to do now?"

Snow Mountain Lion Army? Fang Jian was stunned. What's the thing? Is it a Tibetan? Damn, humans are all life and death, and they are still making this thing?

Doji glared at Johnson and said, "Johnson, what nonsense are you talking about? These gentlemen have their own arrangements."

Fang Jian was stunned. What arrangements could I make?

The Tibetans silently dragged more than 100 s2 corpses, which were all bitten to death by Weizai. In the hearts of Tibetans, these ghost kings are invincible, but now they have become cold corpses lying quietly in the snow. The Tibetans are still scared, but with Fang Jian and his divine beasts beside them, they can feel a little relieved.

Fang Jian packed up more than 100 red crystals of S2, picked out more than 200 longest middle fingers of S2, and collected them in a large bag in the puzzled eyes of Tibetans.

Fang Jian ordered Johnson and Johnson: "Johnson, pour oil on and burn it! Don't let the virus spread."

More than a hundred corpses were burned, and the flames reflected everyone's faces and warmed everyone's chests. These ghost kings who were arrogant in the past were easily destroyed by the gods in Mr. Fang and others' hearts. What else can't be eliminated in the future? At this moment, the Tibetans were full of hope for the future.

Doji asked curiously: "Sir, why do you need to burn it? Are you going to save them?"

"Old man, these zombies carry viruses. The fire can extinguish the virus, and it will not leave corpses to become food for other zombies. Those that will be burned when the snow melts."

Fang Jian pointed to the snow pile in the valley and said.

"Is it useful to leave those paws?"

Doji pointed to the pocket under Johnson's feet and asked, he did not dare to ask about the red crystal in Fang Jian's hand.

"Haha, old man, these claws are very sharp. After the fire burns the virus and installs the handle, it is the best dagger."

Fang Jian smiled and took out a claw more than ten centimeters long from his pocket, gently stroked the thick back of the knife in Johnson's hand, and the steel chips on the back of the knife floated down.

"Oh! So sharp, sir, many of our tribesmen can make hidden knives, look..." Old Man Doji looked at Fang Jian expectantly.

"Okay, let's leave it to you. Be careful that you must burn it with high fire. This finger knife cannot burn it."

Fang Jian said that he now knew very well that he could no longer ignore this group of people.

"Dad Doji, there are not many troops at the foot of the mountain, and there are many living zombies. The road is not smooth now. I think everyone should go back to the grassland!"

Dongkura Doji looked at Fang Jian in admiration, nodded obediently and said, "Let's follow the arrangements of the sir."

Fang Jian pulled out the map from his pocket and spread it on the snow: "Look, where can I settle down when I return to the grassland?"

Johnson and Johnson said, "Sir, Duoga's men are mainly entrenched in Hongyuan County, Aba County and Ruoergai. The grassland is too big and they don't have so many men. I think it's better to return to our original station. We are familiar with it, but we are afraid of some problems in food. What should we do if the other party comes to harass you?"

Johnson and Johnson pointed to the area near Xiangkou Township, Heishui County on the map. Fang Jian also thought it was feasible. In addition to the grassland, there are some hills here, which are more beneficial to defense.

"How many people are left of the armed police you mentioned?" Fang Jian asked.

"I don't know, but there are more than 50 armed police who cover us. It is said that there are some other places, so we are not very clear about the specifics."

"How many people are chasing you?"

"More than one hundred cavalrymen, Humph, Duoga's nephew Deji leads the team, they want to force Zhongxia."

Johnson said with a dark face, Fang Jian glanced at the red figure in the distance, and Zhong Xia was comforting his tribe members in the convoy.

"Do they have heavy weapons?" Fang Jian asked.

Johnson's face looked a little ugly: "I don't know, after we left, we only heard dense gunfire, maybe not!"

Fang Jian put away the map: "Okay, go back the same way, I will take people to explore the way forward, and the convoy follows behind. If there is any accident, I will notify you."

Old Man Doji hurriedly grabbed Fang Jian and said, "No, sir, how can you do it alone? There are dozens of strong men here, let them go with you!"

Fang Jian looked at the convoy, and more than 30 herders were driving ox carts, and more than 30 men were alerted around the ox carts. The herders only had a dozen old semi-automatic rifles in their hands.

Fang Jian smiled and said, "Dad, it's okay. I can handle it alone. I will definitely escort you to the destination. Don't worry!"

"Pingcuo, Pingcuo, what's wrong with you? Wake up!"

Zhongxia's urgent voice came, and Fang Jian, Doji and others hurriedly walked towards the ox cart.

On a ox cart, a strong Tibetan guy was lying in the car, his face pale and in a coma. Zhong Xia called anxiously, and tears dripped on the young man's pale face.

Old Man Doji said with a sad expression: "Sir, this is Zhong Jia's cousin, my grandson. He was shot when he resisted the pursuit. Now I'm afraid he is, hey!"

Fang Jian said: "Come on, I'll take a look."

Fang Jian walked forward and lifted the wool felt covering the young man.

The young man was wrapped in a bandage on his abdomen, and the black blood had changed the color of the bandage. It was obviously infected. If he was not treated in time, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Sir, we have taken out the bullet and used Tibetan medicine. Alas! It seems that Pingcuo can't stand it."

Johnson also said with a sad face, this is his nephew.

Fang Jian did not answer and reached out to untie the bandage on the young man's waist. A strong smell of blood came to his face, with a rotten and smelly smell.

The wound had turned thick and was covered with black dead flesh. The wound was covered with black and yellow blood. Zhongxia was crying.

Fang Jian did not make a sound, pulled out the black Wu hook from his waist, and gently stroked the wound, and the rotten flesh was cut off and the bright red flesh was revealed.

"liquor"

Fang Jian shouted lightly, handed over a bottle of white wine. Fang Jian opened the cap and half of the bottle of white wine spilled on the wound.

Um…

The young man on the ox cart groaned, Fang Jian ignored it and placed his big hand on the young man's wound.

The wound was filled with red blood. In the Tibetan eyes of surprise, the five elements of vital energy were swimming up the wound. Fang Jian carefully used vital energy to sort out the young man's wound and straightened his meridians. The young man was very lucky. The bullet just passed through his abdomen and did not hurt his internal organs.

However, the capillaries and meridians around the wound were stirred up in a mess, and the vitality repaired the blood vessels, and the blood gradually stopped oozing out and solidified.

The Tibetans watching were stunned and stunned. What kind of magical skill is this? Someone whispered: "This is the Bodhisattva who is helping Pingcuo initiation!"

The Tibetans didn't care whether the initiation should be given to their heads, and they knelt down again in the snow.

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Chapter completed!