Shushan: Extinction

Chapter 215 Template: Mu Huali!

In a blink of an eye, another three days passed. It was the time when the "new goods" mentioned by my third uncle Cui Ziyang would arrive. Gong Tianwu was about to go find him. When he walked onto the street, he suddenly had an idea and a prompt popped up in front of him:
"Based on your current fortune and your current needs, you can try to pay 2 causal points to trigger an opportunity. Do you accept?"

Gong Tianwu sighed, the opportunity finally came, he thought the good fortune of forty-one points was just a decoration!

Moreover, he was also somewhat expectant in his heart. You know, he had spent two causal points before to find the Great Ming Pan, which was a mid-grade Xuan-level treasure.

Suddenly, Gong Tianwu chose yes, and an arrow suddenly appeared on his retina, guiding the direction of his progress.

Following the arrow, Gong Tianwu passed through the narrow alley. The muddy ground under his feet was covered with dirt and garbage. The air was filled with a rotten and moldy smell, which mixed with the smell of cooking smoke wafting in the distance, making it particularly pungent.

There is a dilapidated house at the end of the alley. Most of the roof has collapsed, leaving only a small corner that can barely shelter from the wind and rain.

Of course, there is also the risk of landslides at any time that could crush people to death.

A person can be seen curled up in the corner, covered with a few handfuls of dry straw. He is huddled into a ball and shivering, and it is obvious that he is in a very bad condition.

The arrow on the retina was clearly pointing at this person.

Looking closely, he could see that his clothes were already tattered, with strips of cloth barely hanging on his body. His exposed skin was covered in dirt and scars. His feet were wrapped in several circles of straw rope, and his toes were purple from the cold.

His face was covered in dust and stains. What was worse was that he seemed to have been stabbed twice, so his features were almost invisible. Only his eyes were half open, and his eyes were empty and numb, as if he had lost perception of everything around him.

Next to him, there was a dirty little kid squatting, his face covered with snot and mud, his hair in clumps, it was impossible to tell whether he was a boy or a girl.

The little kid stared at Gong Tianwu with a pair of frightened and confused eyes, his body trembling slightly, as if he was ready to run away at any time, but had nowhere to go.

It is also because it is not autumn yet. Otherwise, if the northwest wind blows and it brings rain and snow, these two people will not be able to survive even a night.

At this time, Gong Tianwu's bloodline ability and the ability to recognize people suddenly activated.

Target: Hasar
Description: This person possesses special blood. Although it has been hidden in his body for generations, it has burst out in him. He is a famous archer in the tribe.

Strength: Elite

Template: Mu Huali (weak)

Class A talent: He can quickly master any shooting weapon with amazing accuracy.

B+ Talent: He has outstanding strategy and a certain talent in controlling his subordinates. If you are willing to delegate power and appoint him as a military commander, he will perform very well.

Type B talent: Loyalty. Once you gain his loyalty, he will never leave you.

Seeing this, Gong Tianwu narrowed his eyes:
This person’s template is actually Mu Huali?

Although it is followed by the word "weak", it is already very awesome to have 50% of Mu Huali's achievements.

He was the leader of the Four Heroes of the Mongol Empire and was known as the best general of Mongolia. He fought for forty years in his life and he personally conquered half of the territory of the Yuan Dynasty, a vast empire spanning Europe, Asia, Africa and Europe.

How could such a person end up on the streets and almost reach such a desperate situation?

And although he is the talent he needs, these two causal points don't seem to be worth much.

Gong Tianwu took a few steps closer and smelled a strong sour odor mixed with the fishy smell of festering wounds, which was nauseating.

He squatted down and asked softly, "Where are you from? Why are you here?"

The man did not answer, but moved his lips slightly and let out a faint groan. The kid shrank back, tightly grasping the corner of the man's clothes, his eyes full of vigilance.

Gong Tianwu frowned, reached out and touched the man's forehead, which was burning hot. His heart tightened, and he whispered:
"You have a fever. You need to get treatment quickly, otherwise something bad will happen."

The man still did not respond, but opened his eyes slightly, with a faint light in his eyes, as if he had grasped the last straw.

The little kid suddenly spoke in a hoarse and childish voice:
"Dad... Dad is sick, and we have nowhere to go..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, I could tell it was a girl.

Gong Tianwu was silent for a while, then turned and left.

There is no doubt that the disappointment in the hearts of this father and daughter has now reached its peak.

This is also the goal that Gong Tianwu wants to achieve. Since he wants to show favor, he must put on a full show.

At this time, he followed his uncle Cui Ziyang to the human market for a walk, but did not find any good seedlings. Then, when he returned, he said to Cui Ziyang:

"Third uncle, I need your help with something."

Cui Ziyang said:

"Oh, what is it?"

Gong Tianwu pondered for a moment and said:

"I met a prairie man before. He was injured and living on the streets with a daughter. His condition was not good."

"These two people are so pitiful. If the father dies, then the daughter will definitely not survive, so I would like to ask you to help find an herbalist to see him."

Uncle San frowned:

"There are so many poor people these days. Besides, the relationship between the Hu people on the grassland and us Han people is not very peaceful. Why do you bother with this?"

Gong Tianwu gave his uncle a deep look:
"So I have to go find a doctor myself?"

This glance made the third uncle's heart tremble, and he immediately realized that the young man in front of him was not only his nephew, but also the young master of the Marquis's Mansion, and his true benefactor.

So he immediately smiled bitterly:
"I'll go find someone right away."

After a while, Cui Ziyang came over with a dark and fat man. The guy looked greasy and sloppy, with a shiny gourd on his waist.

To be honest, this guy doesn't look like a doctor at all, he's more like a butcher.

"This is Brother Luo Xiong. He is best at treating red wounds and is also very good at treating internal injuries."

Cui Ziyang against Gong Tianwudao.

Before Gong Tianwu could speak, Brother Luo said impatiently:

"Take me there quickly. I've heard a lot of nice things. I can't give you a penny less."

Gong Tianwu said calmly:
"Don't worry, your money will be there."

After saying this, he led the way.

When they reached the end of the field, the little girl immediately looked over with horror.

Luo Xiong immediately said with disgust:

"Cui Laosan, you didn't say you were treating a beggar's injuries. You have to pay extra for this." Cui Ziyang thought to himself that I didn't expect that either, and could only smile bitterly:
"Okay, okay, I'll give you five cents more."

Brother Luo glared:
"Ten cents, or I'll leave right now."

Cui Ziyang didn't indulge him, and said with a straightforward smile:
"Then you go, I can go find the lame donkey, anyway, he is not related to me, so it doesn't matter if he suffers a little more."

Brother Luo curled his lips in dismay, then walked to Hasar who was curled up in the corner, frowned and said:
"Can you speak? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Hasar panted and said in a weak voice:
"Chest, hands, arms"

Brother Luo squatted down, roughly pulled open Hasar's clothes, and found a large bruise on his chest. He reached out and pressed it, and the latter immediately groaned in pain.

Then Brother Luo checked his right hand again and found several bruises and a deep wound on his wrist, which gave off an unpleasant odor. He muttered:

"Tsk, this injury is not light. It has been delayed for too long. We need to deal with it quickly."

Cui Ziyang felt nervous after hearing this and asked quickly:

"Can it be cured?"

Brother Luo nodded, his tone a little impatient:

"His life can be saved, but this hand, tsk tsk, will take some work. Even if it can be cured, I guess he won't be able to use his strength anymore."

As he spoke, he untied the shiny gourd from his waist, uncorked it and fed it to Hasar's mouth, saying:

"drink!"

Hasar opened his mouth weakly and took two big gulps. Gong Tianwu next to him smelled a pungent smell of medicinal wine.

But judging from the way Hasar's facial features wrinkled together, the taste of this medicinal wine should not be too bad.

Then Brother Luo looked around and said:

"There's no way to treat the wound here. Go to your shop. I need some boiling water and white cloth."

Cui Ziyang nodded, called a cart, and pulled Hasar towards the shop.

After about an hour of struggling, Hasar's injuries were healed.

However, Luo Xiong's movements were rough and casual, like he was treating a piece of pork, not a person. Hasar also suffered a lot, with cold sweat on his forehead. He fell into a deep sleep just after treating his wounds.

Since then, Hasar has lived in the store to recuperate. Anyway, there are several warehouses behind Cui Ziyang's shop, so it is no problem to accommodate the father and daughter.

Time passed quickly, and four days passed.
One day, Gong Tianwu was having lunch at home when he suddenly saw his second uncle Cui Zicheng coming to his house breathlessly:
"Seventh Brother, I have what you asked me to find, but the price is a bit high. You need to go over and take a look."

Gong Tianwu was immediately delighted and said:
"Oh, what is it?"

Cui Zicheng said:

"It's a demon tendon extracted from a half-demon crane."

Gong Tianwu's eyes immediately lit up. In his previous two lives, he had dabbled in both weapon making and alchemy, so he could be considered a professional. Now that he was planning to stay among mortals for a while, of course he had to pick up his old skills.

When making weapons like bows and crossbows, the most important thing is the material of the bowstring.

According to Gong Tianwu's experience in refining tools, the best material for making bowstrings is the leg tendons of bird monsters.

Since my second uncle likes hunting, I entrusted him to collect similar materials.

Gong Tianwu originally thought that he would be satisfied with just getting ordinary demon tendons, but he didn't expect that his second uncle actually got some demon tendons extracted from a half-demon crane.

Such a good thing that came true was undoubtedly the result of Gong Tianwu's forty-one points of good fortune.

Soon, Gong Tianwu followed Cui Zicheng to his own warehouse.

This was originally a shack hastily built with rammed earth and crooked wooden beams, with a low courtyard wall made of loess mixed with straw at the back, and a few leaky warehouses at the back.

However, both Cui Zicheng and Cui Ziyang are hardworking people who are willing to put in the effort. When they have nothing to do, they will repair and maintain the house.

The Hasar father and daughter who were taken in to recuperate were unwilling to eat for free. They usually kept the warehouse spotless and even stuffed the cracks in the wall with dry yellow reeds for windbreak, which rustled when the north wind blew.

Yesterday, Cui Ziyang seized the opportunity and bought twenty pieces of good cowhide at a low price, which were now piled in a corner of the main room.

Hasar's daughter was sitting next to him, scraping the salt frost and debris off the cowhide with a cow bone knife, while Hasar was helping him, polishing the recycled iron arrowhead with one hand, looking very focused.

When they saw Gong Tianwu coming in, Hasar and his daughter immediately stood up and bowed to greet him. The gratitude from the bottom of their hearts could not be faked.

It is worth mentioning that on the second day after Hasar’s treatment, Gong Tianwu expressed his intention to recruit him.

For Hasar at this time, he actually had no choice at all. After all, even if he didn't consider himself, he had to think about his children and directly offered his loyalty to Gong Tianwu.

Hasar was in his early forties at this time, but the wind and frost on the grassland were extremely severe. Once a grassland man was over thirty, he would not look much different from a man in his sixties. Darkness and thinness were his most obvious features.

After seeing Hasar, Gong Tianwu was moved and said:

"I need to collect a piece of material. Hasar, come over here and help me take a look."

The group of people walked towards the inner room. My second uncle Cui Zicheng pushed open the creaking wooden door of the warehouse, and a foul smell mixed with animal skins and camphor blew in the face.

You can see a skinny old man squatting on a camphorwood box chewing on a sheep's hoof. His shiny leather vest is stained with a few gray-brown feathers. When he sees people coming, he doesn't stand up, but just rubs his greasy fingers on his trouser legs.

Next to him was my third uncle Cui Ziyang, who was smiling and saying something.

Cui Zicheng had said on the way here that this old man's name was Malantou, but his personality and character were not very good, with a weird temper and greed.

"Where are the things?" Gong Tianwu didn't waste any words and went straight to the point.

Ma Lantou looked over with cloudy eyes:

"Where's the money?"

Gong Tianwu took out a handful of silver treasures and weighed them in his hand.

Greed suddenly appeared in Malantou's eyes. He took out a large cloth bag from the side with great effort and threw it on the counter next to him.

The counter was made from old ship wood, and the cracks were filled with animal fat that had accumulated over the years. When the big cloth bag was hit on it, brown debris fell down.

Hasar walked forward, opened the big cloth bag, and found two large bird legs inside. They seemed to have been chopped off from the trunk. The feathers on the surface were messy and dirty, and stained with a lot of blood.

After a careful inspection, Hasar said to Gong Tianwu:

"Master, do you want the demon tendons inside?"

(End of this chapter)