Broken Sword's
Ch. 15: Are You Still Alive?

Looking to the left right, Fang pushed softly at the creaking door of the hut. Entering the half-collapsed hut, Fang coughed from the dust that had accidentally blown when the door opened.

A rusty copper plate mirror on a decorative table became Fang's goal. The green stone looks shabby covered in dust and cobwebs. Maybe the previous owner thought this was just an ordinary stone and used as a decoration on the handle of the mirror.

Gouging at the stone, Fang peered through the translucent light passing through the transparent green stone. He's so lucky! Laughing amusedly on his own, means that there is a blue stone left that has not been seen. Three stones from the four stone series, one was already in Fang's hands, the other two were where they would sooner or later be obtained.

Pocketing the stone into a pocket in his clothes, Fang continued his journey into the forest. No need to enter too deep, see on the edge of the entrance can also be a beginning to know the field. Plus there were still ferocious beasts living inside there, Fang who was as small as a toge was only their meal if rash.

"Fang!!"

Hearing Gana's call, Fang hides behind a tree. Peering for a moment, Gana did not look this way and went the other way. Almost got caught.

Fang's relaxed eye beads turned drastically wary. Smell of blood. This race creature has been seriously injured and is hiding around here! Sniffing like a sniffer dog, Fang reached upstream of the river. The huge body covered in blood with next to the missing horn looked terrifying.

Fang crouched down beside Baramun's dying body. Pushing that demon's shoulder but there was no resistance at all. Ck, without divine power, race beings are very easy to kill. Looking at the torn wound of the sword, Baramun must have fought back with all his might just unable to survive and was cornered. The bent right leg, it was possible to jump from a height to dodge the attack.

Touching half a broken horn. From this cut form, the assailant who attacked Baramun was a shrewd bandit who came to rob and knew Baramun's status as a demon.

"You're still alive?"

Baramun who groaned painfully, was unable to open his eyes at all. Samar hears the voice of the boy he knows. This kid is wanted!

Opening the mouth shut like a fish out of breath, Baramun reached the gap and then drooped. The black blood-coloured cough spray scared the retreating Fang to avoid the splashes of blood.

Fang searched around and dug out a handful of medicinal grass that was beneficial to stop the bleeding. Dragging Baramun to get into the river water, the Devil who could not dodge had to swallow a lot of water and choke.

"Ups, I didn't mean to. Your wounds are so dirty, clean them and give them medicine."

Trying a little grass to chew, not bitter, Fang chewed the medicinal plants and applied it over Baramun's wound.

"sick."

Kunyahan Fang stopped. "I heard that every young demon's wounds healed and didn't hurt. Is it because your horn is missing that it hurts?"

Baramun's expression was grim. The bandit plot not only took his horn next to it but also wounded a little of its divine roots. Cultivation was useless at all, the lower regions had no aura to absorb. The wounds on his body could not heal as quickly as when he was outside the lower region.

Fang whose tongue was numb continued to chew the medicine spit out the last medicine to paste on Baramun's slashed face.

"It's dark soon. Wild beasts sometimes descend when smelling blood, tomorrow I will come again to see. Careful."

Unwilling to be bothered, Fang left Baramun who was still lying downstream of the river. The body of a demon is as heavy as an elephant! His little hand did not have much energy to drag him around looking for a place to live.

***

Baramun's wounds began to stop bleeding two hours later. Forcing himself to sit, Baramun touched his broken ankle. Expressed in pain, a stomp returns the bone to its original position.

Lying among the thick shrubs, there was a red berry, try one, Baramun spit. Sour and sour taste, this fruit cannot be eaten by the demon race.

Gazing at the pitch-black sky with no moon or stars, an ugly feeling dropped by. For a second the sky lowered the water. The rain that was light became heavy. Baramun cursed the misfortune today. Ever since meeting Fang, his luck had gone unnoticed.

Blown by the cold wind, Fang sneezed. Touching the nose, itching and back sneezing.

"Who thinks of me!"

***

Fang who did not come down to the rice field said to stay at home. Watching the two old men leave, Fang opened the kitchen door. There were still plenty of leftovers, Fang picking up two wide thin breads as well as dried food stored in an urn. Take a clean cloth and put it there to carry.

This food does not taste good on the tongue if eaten by creatures other than humans, but without eating, Baramun can die of hunger!

Fang, who did not discriminate, did not hate the demon race that had taken over the lower region. If only the world order were fair, no one would be vying to be exposed.

As long as you look useless, don't blame others for finding life difficult. Strength is the fastest way to be recognized.

Arriving downstream, Fang did not find Baramun.

"Devil?"

Baramun's mouth twitched. The boy called out to her without fear. Baramun moved the bush where he lived.

Fang became pity. Baramun's whole body was damp from last night's rain. Without shelter and not easy to move, Baramun can only survive in the cold of the night.

"I brought you food and change of clothes. It's my dad's, a little cramped but better than your wet shirt."

Baramun picked up a change of clothes and shamelessly took off the clothes in front of Fang. Dry clothes are more comfortable, Baramun said his thanks awkwardly.

Fang did not say anything, pushing the package of cloth containing the food he was carrying. "Eating this may not suit your taste, but there's no spirit food here."

Sipping bread, "it's not as bad as the red fruit I ate last night."

Fang did not sit together to wait for Baramun to eat, Baramun's wounds looked even more terrible after the blood had disappeared. Gaping wide wounds need to be sewn.

"Your wounds need to be sewn. Just a minute."

On the east side of the forest entrance lived ants as big as corn kernels that had sharp mouths. Fang had seen Juan collecting this type of ant to stitch up a torn wound on a patient's leg.

Finding an ant's nest, Fang tried one and placed it between the fabric of his arm, broke part of the body, the ant's head remained and was difficult to pull. It is suitable to be a material to sew wounds.