Banished to Another World

Chapter 270: The Slate Contract

Qi Hao deserves to be the son who survived mating with Tian-Wu. He did not show any fear after seeing the ugly and horrible The Mandrill elder.

Until The Mandrill elder lifted his lip to him and grabbed his arm "clicking"!

Qi Hao remained stunned for a second, then uttered a scream of pain and incredible injury.

"Ah-! What is it? You... Don\'t you want a boat?" Qi Hao sweated bitterly, his arm was pulled off, and the monster with one foot was still biting his arm and taking a piece of meat with his tusks.

"Ouch!" Yan Mo said with a helpless and sorry face, "It\'s not us Jiu Yuan, it\'s the owner of this forest, just like your Water God Tian-Wu, it\'s the patron saint of this mountain forest, and all the animals in this forest obey its orders."

Then he said sadly, "Why do you want to set fire to the forest when I say you\'re okay? You know, our people are fighting with their people, and that\'s why we left you just now. As a result, we\'re fighting with them, but you\'re ready to set fire. The animals in the forest saw and told him, no, he\'s no longer fighting with us, he has to come and settle the score with you.”

Qi Hao felt more pain in lost his arm! Yan Mo spoke some words for the first time, but because of Yan Mo\'s special ability, he fully understood the meaning, but because of the understanding, he almost vomited blood.

According to Yan Mo, he not only helped his enemies out of their difficulties, but also brought disaster water to himself.

The Mandrill, who had just eaten a piece of his meat, suddenly shouted at him, and with his mouth open, he let out a puff.

The stinky saliva and some food residues were spouted out and Qi Hao was sprayed all over his face.

Qi Hao\'s expression is beyond words.

Only Yan Mo understood the angry roar of The Mandrill elder, which said it wanted Qi Hao and The Moer-Gan People to never approach the forest any longer, or it will eat him.

Yan Mo didn\'t translate. Qi Hao certainly didn\'t understand what The Mandrill elder was shouting at. He wanted to avoid it, but he couldn\'t escape when he was stuck with wooden needles.

But the Mandrill saw Qi Hao\'s broken arm was still so tough, not to mention rolling away without moving, he was more angry, the cattle eyes swept away, he gave up his fleshy arm, took Qi Hao\'s right leg in one claw, and opened his big mouth.

"No -!"

"Crack!"

The Mandrill\'s bite on his calf was not counted. It seemed that he wanted to rip off his whole right leg.

"Stop it! Stop it! Ah, ah!" Qi Hao was confronted with such a monster that could not communicate at all and was quite unreasonable. He could only shout wildly.

Yuan Zhan stood and looked coldly.

Yan Mo looked at the fire and boldly pressed the arm of The Mandrill. "Wait a minute! Don\'t kill him! If you tear one of his legs, he\'s as good as dead." The main reason is that he didn\'t want to bother with surgery to save Qi Hao\'s life.

The Mandrill blew out of his nose, and he didn\'t intend to kill the man. He just wanted to breathe out and scare him again.

Yan Mo sneaks a peek under Qi Hao and finds that he is still brave. He has not been scared to urinate by such threats and torture. Maybe this man will bring some trouble to the Jiu Yuan if he is released back to the Moer-Gan.

But judging from his desire to bypass Qi Yuan and give up the hatred of being beaten in the face, and to secretly establish a red salt trade with them The Jiu Yuan, this man is not as reckless and brainless as he appears on the surface, though not very smart, but the biggest blow to his own family is that his own family is the "most" one. Understand him, instead of being wary of him.

Qi Hao\'s picture is by no means satisfied with the position of Chief\'s son or warrior leader. It\'s interesting to let him go back and watch him fight with Qi Yuan and his Chief father. If he had been killed, it would have given the Moer-Gan reason to attack The Jiu Yuan.

Besides, he expected the man to bring him more boats and turtles.

Qi Hao saw that the monster really let go of his claws and stopped screwing his thighs. His face again showed an incredible look. "Does it listen to you? Did it listen to you?!"

The Mandrill elder let out a howl. How could it listen to human beings? Angry, he grabbed Qi Hao and hit him on the ground.

"Bang!" The earth was flying, and a shallow pit was smashed into the hard ground.

Yan Mo shrank, and as a bystander, he could feel Qi Hao\'s pain.

Qi Hao couldn\'t even scream. He was knocked unconscious. What\'s worse, because of this blow, many needles on his body were so deeply embedded in the muscle. Some needles were broken or fell. And his broken arms and legs, not to mention...

Yuan Zhan said "click" in a cool way.

The Mandrill elder raised Qi Hao and tried to smash him. Yan Mo quickly reached out again to stop him. This time, the stop was more sincere because Qi Hao might be comatose because of too much blood loss.

"Mountain God Da-Ren!” Yan Mo stopped the Mandrill, grabbed Qi Hao and put him on the ground.

"Buck" around two slaps, "Wake up? Don\'t faint! Are you a 6th rank warrior? Don\'t be so weak."

Qi Hao was pulled back by Yan Mo\'s slap. He felt like he was going to fall apart. Before he spoke, he let out a roar of pain.

Yan Mo stabbed him with a wooden needle. "Do you still want that arms and legs?"

Qi Hao thought, nonsense, of course he wants, and no one wants to be disabled!

"You know I\'m a priest, and my level of healing is good, at least much better than your Qi Shui Da-Ren. If I start, your arms and legs will not only be able to get back to previous, but also will be better in the future without any impact."

Qi Hao didn\'t believe it, but then he had to rely on Yan Mo, "Help me! I won\'t... Forget your kindness!"

Yan Mo and others said, "How would you repay my kindness?"

Qi Hao stared at him angrily.

Yan Mo could laugh mercilessly, "Can\'t you think of it? Well, I\'m a good talker, and I don\'t need you to sell yourself as a slave to repay my kindness. Ten tortoises with one arm, ten boats, and twenty legs.

"No way!" Qi Hao shouted before Yan Mo finished. "I can\'t get so many boats and turtles!"

"Howl!" The Mandrill saw Qi Hao could roar so loudly when he was hit by it. He was angry. It seemed that the human had to be smashed again to be honest. He reached out and he wanted to grab him.

"No! No --!"Qi Hao shouted wildly at the sight of the Mandrill\'s claws. He kept shouting at the simple-looking teenager, "I promise to send you by boat, but I really can\'t get as many as thirty! At most ten! Ships and turtles belong to Qi Yuan. I can only use ten at most! More will be found for them! If you threaten my father with me, you won\'t get anything!"

Yan Mo had seen the ship of The Moer-Gan, and he was not surprised at the idea of hitting and creating the wooden ship of The Moer-Gan, because it was not difficult to make such a ship.

In fact, in Yan Mo\'s eyes, it is a row of three canoes tied together. The canoe is cut off with the whole tree at first sight, but the trees they choose are very thick. Only in this era can we find such a big canoe that can hold about ten people with only one tree.

This kind of canoe is tied tightly together with vines to form a rowboats that can hold thirty people, and is dragged by a turtle in front.

Yan Mo does not covet other people\'s canoes, but he wants their turtles, he can also cut trees to make rafts, but moving the canoes upstream, with no sails, no skilled helmsman, only by human rowing, not only it is time-consuming and laborious but also dangerous.

Since the Moer-Gan People can move freely between the up and down the river, besides the Water God, it probably depends mainly on the turtles, which are what Yan Mo wants.

"Well, ten is ten. Coupled with that curse on bone objects, you\'ll be compensating us for the rudeness to the Jiu Yuan.” Not only bone objects, Yan Mo intends to confiscate ships and turtles that are also used up and buckled, will Qi Hao can also come to the Jiu Yuan to take them back? They are not going to be friendly with The Moer-Gan anyway.

"Hey, wake up, don\'t faint. To solve my problem, let\'s talk about the requirements of Mountain God Da-Ren.”

Yan Mo wanted to use the Mandrill to frighten Qi Hao and even the Moer-Gan, but thought that the Mandrill could understand him, and he had another fear in his heart, which came back to his mouth, saying, "The Mountain God Da-Ren asked me to tell you that he didn\'t want to see the Moer-Gan People approaching the forest ever, if he let you go and sees you, it won\'t leave any more mouths."

The Mandrill made a timely murderous smirk to Qi Hao.

Yan Mo looked at Qi Hao, fearful and frightened, but hid his evil eyes. He added, "It\'s not afraid of you to setting fire. Fire won\'t kill Mountain God Da-Ren. If you set fire, it will lead its people to the Moer-Gan and tear each of you to pieces. The Water God may protect you, but unless you live in the water, you will never escape the pursuit of Mountain God Da-Ren.”

The Mandrill elder was satisfied with Yan Mo\'s additional commentary and extended his paw to pat him on the shoulder as he did.

Yan Mo was grinning his teeth and a smile on his mouth. The Mandrill\'s hand was too strong. No wonder it just looked like it did. Qi Hao felt the same pain as his thigh was really broken.

Yuan Zhan laughed at Yan Mo and did not save him at all.

Yan Mo raised his middle finger to him.

"Oh, I forgot to say that Mountain God Da-Ren was not satisfied with your actions, he tore up more than half of your men, and some escaped. You can use this as a reason to talk to your Chief father and say that Mountain God Da-Ren is still friendly, otherwise you can\'t go back."

People have to bow their heads under the low eaves, which is probably the truest portrayal of Qi Hao now, besides his small life in the hands of others.

Qi Hao and The Jiu Yuan signed the first unequal treaty, and the slate clearly stated three points: First, The Moer-Gan Qi Hao presented the bone objects as a gift to The Jiu Yuan as a symbol of friendly exchanges between the two tribes.

Secondly, ten boats and ten turtles were provided to the Jiu Yuan.

Thirdly, with the Red Ape Forest near the border of The Moer-Gan as the boundary, The Moer-Gan Qi Hao promised not to bring people into the Red Ape Forest in the future.

Qi Hao doesn\'t understand. He just promised orally. Why do you have to write it on the slate and leave a handprint?

After that, Qi Hao stayed at the edge of the forest to recover his wounds. He recalled the rest of his men with the unique communication method of The Moer-Gan. CaiShi was near dead with worries. When he saw Qi Hao, he almost shed tears because if he lost the Chief\'s son. When he returned, he will have a hard time explaining it.

He heard Qi Hao asked him to bring ten ships and ten turtles that he had kept. He was curious, but he did not ask much. In the tribe, he was the heart of Qi Hao, naturally taking Qi Hao\'s order as the first.

Yuan Zhan was also curious about why Mo had to waste a slate and hold Qi Hao handprint in it. He could naturally force his men to do something to save him.

Yan Mo smiled mysteriously and carefully put the slate in his pocket. "Qi Hao is now the son of Chief of The Moer-Gan. When he becomes Chief, the value of the slate will be different. Now you don\'t need it now. You\'ll know the benefits of this slab when you pull it in the future.”

Yuan Zhan knows that Yan Mo does not do useless things. Seeing that he cares so much about the slate, he wrote down the following: Well, in the future, fighting with others, make people write slates when they lose, and collecting more pieces, Mo will be very happy.

Yan Mo made a stone slab just to make the bone objects and turtles in his hands officially his, and also to plug the mouth of The Guide. Later, he found that the value of the 3rd Article was the greatest!

Yuan Zhan is purely doing things for his Priest Da-Ren\'s pleasure. He has people carve stone tablets when they play with the priest.

The two had no idea how much the game-like new contract law would change the world, so the era of slate agreement, which was later called slate contract, began.

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