For the shaman to care so much, this person must have a special relationship with him.
The shaman's house on the central quagmire was very big. Although it was only one floor, there were no less than twenty rooms of different sizes.
Shao Xuan followed the shaman to a room in the corner. It was a big room. When Shao Xuan went over, a woman walked out with a sad face.
When she saw the shaman bring Shao Xuan over, she was surprised for a moment. Then, she thought of something and her eyes lit up with excitement. She wanted to ask the shaman something, but the shaman raised his hand to stop her.
The door opened and Shao Xuan looked inside.
There was only one bed in the room. It was made of wood and covered with animal skin. A person was lying on it, covered with a layer of linen. Looking at the complicated patterns, it should be from the Drumming tribe.
When Shao Xuan went in, the person was looking outside the window, but he turned his head to look at him.
He should be a very young person, but he didn't seem to be in good condition. Not only was he thin, but he also didn't have any energy. It was just a small movement of turning his head, but it was very difficult for him to do it. It was like a rusty machine that was stuck. Every movement was like he was struggling to break free from something.
Shao Xuan also noticed that when the person turned his head, the veins on his face, neck, and exposed arms suddenly bulged. It looked like there were worms wriggling on them. Not only that, the bulging veins were very dark. This was not normal. The Jing people that Shao Xuan saw on his way here were not like this.
When the person looked over, his eyes were not focused, as if he couldn't see anyone.
Was this the patient the shaman talked about?
"Father?" The person on the bed called out.
His voice was very soft. It looked like he just opened his mouth. If it wasn't for Shao Xuan's good hearing, he probably wouldn't have heard what he just said.
So it was the shaman's son. No wonder the shaman was so emotional when he talked about him.
"It's okay. Father came to see you. Rest well." The Jing shaman walked over and carefully tidied up the messy hair of the person on the bed. Then, he pulled up the linen cloth on the person's body slightly. "It's almost night. Be careful of the cold."
At this time of the year, even at night, the temperature was relatively high. Many tribesmen slept naked at night, but the one on the bed was not only sleeping on furry animal skin, but also covered with a thin quilt.
He was seriously ill.
Shao Xuan shifted his vision and looked at the person on the bed. Through the linen cloth and clothes, Shao Xuan could see the bones inside the man's body. Now, Shao Xuan could also see the meridians, but the color of the meridians was much lighter than that of the bones. Generally, Shao Xuan mainly looked at the bones.
This time, Shao Xuan discovered that this person's bones did not have much of a problem. There were signs of fractures, but they had gone through a recovery period. It was just that they had not fully recovered. Even so, this kind of injury was not enough to put this person in such a situation.
The problem was the messy meridians in his body.
In the human body, blood flowed through the meridians, from the internal organs to the surface of the skin. When a totemic warrior used his totemic power, a large part of the totemic power flowed through the meridians and circulated throughout the body.
If the meridians were damaged, then they would not be able to use their totemic power normally. Without totemic power, a totemic warrior was no different from an unawakened person. But this person in front of him was not only unable to use his totemic power, he could not even maintain the most basic of daily activities.
When the Jing shaman came out of the house, his eyes were still red. He would only show this kind of emotion in front of his son.
After leaving the house and walking for a while, the Jing shaman asked his wife, who wanted to speak but was hesitating, "How is he today?"
The woman's eyes dimmed. "He only drank some water."
During the disaster last year, the Jing tribe was affected. The Jing shaman's son, Miu, was also injured at that time. He was injured while trying to save a few children in the tribe. Because of this, the Jing shaman didn't see the children's families for a year. He didn't speak to them at all.
The injuries in Miu's body were caused by overusing his totemic power. It was like a road. Overloaded cars kept passing through the road, causing the road to collapse. Some parts of the road even collapsed completely. The parts that didn't collapse could barely maintain their daily activities, such as walking and eating. But soon, Miu's injuries worsened. In the end, he couldn't even walk anymore.
This kind of situation would only worsen if it couldn't be fixed.
First, he couldn't move his legs. Then, there were problems with his internal organs. He ate less and less food. Even if he forced himself to eat more, he would vomit it out. There was one time when he almost choked to death. After that, he couldn't even move his arms.
"Until now, he can only move his head. He eats less and less. Ten days ago, he could still drink fish soup. Now, he can't even drink soup. He can only drink water." The woman's voice was choked with sobs when she spoke.
Although the Jing shaman wasn't as emotional, he couldn't hide the sadness on his face. It was obvious that he cared a lot about his son.
The Jing shaman knew that the Gu shaman hoped that they could get more food and tools from the Yanjiao people. But what he cared about the most wasn't food and tools. It was his son who was still lying on the bed. He had a bright future, but because of a catastrophe, he could only lie on the bed every day. He would rather the people in the tribe die than let his son suffer such serious injuries. The Jing shaman was never a generous person. He was biased and selfish. He never hid his true nature.
Logically speaking, the Jing tribe wouldn't let the True Eye be passed on to outsiders. But for his son, the Jing shaman didn't care about that. No one in the tribe dared to go against him. Even if the ancestors who passed away jumped out to stop him, he would still do as he wished. The decision he made was the final one.
"Elder Shao Xuan, do you have any ideas?" The Jing shaman suppressed the sadness in his heart and stared straight at the Shao Xuan. He didn't want to miss any slight change in the Shao Xuan's expression.
The Shao Xuan didn't say anything. He lowered his eyes and thought.
If it was an epidemic or poisoning, he could take out the medicine that the Gui Ze gave him and try it out. But Miu's injuries were caused by severe damage to his meridians. The Shao Xuan didn't dare to say anything about other things, but if it was a meridian injury, there was definitely a way to treat it.
Many Yanjiao people who were injured in the earthquake last year had severe damage to their meridians. According to the treatment methods of many tribes, they might cripple their limbs or even endanger their lives. But with the Veins of the Sky, things were different. Not only could they save their limbs, but they could also save their lives.
However, the Veins of the Sky had experienced the great migration and two transplants in Yanjiao. Ever since they were planted, they had been carefully cared for. When they were first transplanted, they weren't in good condition. So everyone decided not to touch them for the next two years. They would only touch them after the transplanted Veins of the Sky had adapted to the new environment.
Last year, the Veins of the Sky that the injured people in the tribe ate was actually the one that the Shao Xuan had first dug up as an experiment. Later on, part of the Veins of the Sky was eaten by the tribesmen, and the other part was given to the shaman and the Gui Ze to experiment on pills. After all, the Veins of the Sky that were dug up didn't have a long shelf life. They tried their best to preserve the medicinal properties of the Veins of the Sky.
In the end, only five pills were made. The current chief and shaman each had one, the two team leaders each had one, and the last one was in the Shao Xuan's hands. He had brought it with him this time.
But there was only one.
Seeing the Shao Xuan like this, the Jing shaman's eyes flashed. "If it can be cured, I'll find the 'eye' for you!"
The Shao Xuan looked up at the Jing shaman. "Can you really find it?"
"Yes!" The Jing shaman stood up excitedly and vowed, "As long as it can cure Miu, I'll find it for you!"
"How many can you find?" the Shao Xuan asked.
"… One." Afraid that the Shao Xuan would misunderstand, the Jing shaman quickly explained, "It's very difficult to find the True Eye. It's already rare to find one every year. It's impossible for two to appear at the same time."
So it was called the 'True Eye'.
The Shao Xuan asked again, "Since it's hard to find one every year, how can you guarantee that you'll find one this year?"
"I haven't looked for the True Eye this year, but I can try. The full moon is coming soon, and the chances of the True Eye appearing then are the highest!" the Jing shaman explained.
"I see," the Shao Xuan nodded. "I have a medicine that might help with Miu's injuries. But we only have one in our entire team … "
"I understand!" The Jing shaman interrupted. "If you want the True Eye, I'll find it for you. If I can't find one this year, I'll continue next year. I swear on my name, if you can cure my son's illness, I'll definitely find the True Eye for you!"
"… I'm not sure if your son's injuries can be used."
"You can try. Don't worry, Elder Shao Xuan. Even if I can't cure Miu, as long as he can walk like a normal person and continue to live, I'll find the True Eye for you!" the Jing shaman said seriously. It was rare to see hope, so he wouldn't give up.
The Shao Xuan was silent for a while, then said, "I don't have the medicine with me. I'll go get it first."
"Sure, sure!" the Jing shaman was very enthusiastic. "Do you need me to send someone over?"
"No, I'll be back soon." the Shao Xuan stood up.
The Jing shaman hurriedly led the way. After personally leading the Shao Xuan out, he followed him for a while. If it weren't for the tribesmen reporting that the Ya tribe was coming, he would have followed the Shao Xuan to the river to get the medicine.
"The Ya tribe? What are they doing here? "the Jing shaman watched the Shao Xuan walk towards the river bank, then turned and walked away unhappily.
The Ya tribe also had underground caves here, so they were all old acquaintances.
Two Ya tribesmen came over. They were brothers, called Di Pi and Di Pa.
When the Jing shaman walked over, the two of them were still in disbelief. "The Yanjiao people got here before us?!"
"Why are you here?" the Jing shaman asked.
"We're just afraid that you'll get into a conflict with the Yanjiao people." Di Pi took out a cloth scroll and threw it over. "Zhen gave this to you."
"Didn't he already write one?" the Jing shaman took the cloth scroll and looked at it. His mouth twitched. "What's the point of telling me now?"
The Jing shaman remembered that the cloth scroll he gave the Yanjiao didn't mention anything about the True Eye. He was also worried that the Jing shaman would get angry if the Yanjiao mentioned the True Eye. After all, the Jing shaman's temper had worsened because of Miu. He hadn't been in a good mood for the past year. He didn't want to explode when something like this happened.
That was why the Jing shaman asked the Ya tribesmen to come over and wrote a letter. Unfortunately, the two Ya tribesmen were one step behind the Yanjiao people.
"Okay, I know. I've already talked to the Yanjiao Grand Elder."
"They didn't fight," Di Pa muttered. His tone sounded regretful. The Jing shaman ignored him and pretended that he was talking nonsense.
"Hey, if we didn't bring the letter, would you have let the Yanjiao people into your tribe so easily? Aren't you afraid of being tricked by the cloth scroll they gave you? I heard that the Yanjiao people are very strong. You can't beat them, "Di Pi asked.
"You think I'm stupid?" the Jing shaman glanced at them disdainfully and said meaningfully, "I have eyes. I can see."
"We have eyes too!" the two brothers said in unison.
The Jing shaman smiled. "Let me tell you a joke: the Ya tribesmen have eyes."
Di Pi and Di Pa were speechless.
"So what if you have good eyesight? So what if you have three eyes?! " The two brothers snorted unhappily and dug into the ground again. Underground was more suitable for them. They didn't need to see clearly under the Yang Guang. They only needed to be sharp enough in the dark underground.
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