Chapter 67
Zuo Jian turned his Zuo Jian and glanced at the Doctor beside him.
The latter was still gagging.
"Laurentina...? Laurentina?"
Zuo Jian continued to ask, but the only response he received was a series of somewhat vague and fragmented words from the other party.
[Zuo Jian... um... bad woman... I... will protect her... hehe... mine...]
"Did she fall asleep again...? Speaking of which, she seems to get sleepy very easily at night these days. Is it something wrong with her, or is it just a habit of hers?"
After saying that, he glanced at the Doctor.
Although the latter's face was somewhat pale, he seemed to be in good spirits.
It seems like Xiaomi had been there for a while and seemed to have regained her energy.
Hmm... looks like someone who stays up all night.
"Speaking of which, uh, this pile of corpses, what are you planning to do with them?"
The Doctor stood up and asked with his pale face.
No matter how you look at it, this method is terrifying. Speaking of which, wasn't that woman just staring at me like that a moment ago?
She suddenly felt herself drenched in sweat, but she had no choice! Without them, her chances of survival were practically nonexistent!
"Should we bury it?"
After speaking, the Doctor leaned closer and looked at the large patch of crimson that had been piled up in the excavated pit.
"Burying them is an act of comforting the dead. Do you think these people deserve such comfort?"
Zuo Jian had a cold expression and exuded an aura that made people feel unapproachable.
However, it only lasted for a moment before his kind smile returned to his face.
He looked at the Doctor and spoke.
"It's alright. If I'm not mistaken, the smell of blood is actually excellent bait in this environment. It might even attract some wild animals."
"In that case, it does align with the ultimate value of their flesh and blood."
The Doctor wore a gentle smile, but muttered such terrifying words, making him even more drenched in sweat.
"Is... is that right?!"
The Doctor said, his voice trembling.
"What's wrong? You seem to be shaking."
"No, no, it's nothing! It's just—um..."
!"
The Doctor quickly stood up and waved her hand, trying to indicate that she was fine. However, as soon as she stood up, the bruise on her thigh began to throb violently, telling her that she wasn't one to be trifled with.
"Aww-- Ugh..."
In an instant, the Doctor was in so much pain that he squatted down again.
"I forgot you still have a leg injury. Let me see it."
Zuo Jian forward, wanting to examine the Doctor's injuries.
However, the latter repeatedly waved his hand in refusal.
"No need! It's just a minor injury! Really, it'll heal overnight!"
However, after hearing what the other party said, Zuo Jian glanced at the Doctor hiding in that frail body and revealed a...
Healed? Judging from your expression...
"Listen to me, let me see. It might be more serious than I think."
His tone became somewhat forceful, and he then directly inserted his tentacle inside the Doctor's trouser leg.
"Ahh! No, slow down... Ugh! It's so cold! So slippery, waaaaah!"
However, the Doctor's hesitant expression touched upon the bruise.
"Ouch!! That hurts!"
"It looks like a simple bruise caused by a ruptured blood vessel under the skin. Applying a cold compress immediately and then applying a warm compress after 24 hours should resolve the issue."
"Waaaaah, whatever, it's fine now, hurry, get it out of here, waaaah, this feeling is awful, waaaah--"
The Doctor blushed as she felt a slippery tentacle wrapping around her thigh, the strange sensation instantly throwing her mind into chaos.
"There aren't any herbs nearby, so all I can do is apply a cold compress. I'm sorry, I know it might not be very comfortable, but I guess I'll have to bear with it for a while."
"Just bear with it... a little longer?"
The Doctor looked at Zuo Jian with some confusion.
The next moment, the temperature of the tentacle suddenly dropped, and the icy touch pressed tightly against the skin, startling the Doctor so much that he almost jumped up!
"Ugh--So cold, so cold, so cold! Waaah!!"
Zuo Jian raised his Zuo Jian and shaped the tentacle into strips resembling gauze, wrapping them layer by layer around the Doctor's thigh. He then lowered the temperature of the area close to the bruise, barely achieving the standard of a cold compress.
It's better than nothing, but it's better than doing nothing at all.
Then, the connection of that small section of flesh was severed, allowing it to temporarily wrap around the Doctor's leg.
"Ouch! You... you put something in there! Waaaaah, it's stuck to me! Ahhh, it's so cold..."
The Doctor's expression was somewhat grim; the feedback from the friction between her skin and the limbs made her brain feel like it was starting to go strange.
"It's just a cold compress. It might be a little hard to accept at first, but you'll get used to it quickly, about three hours?"
Zuo Jian estimated the time needed for the compress, then figured that he could probably raise the temperature of that part of the limb to make it a warm compress soon.
However, what happens next...
Zuo Jian glanced at the extinguished fire beside him, then at the Doctor was shivering again after being exposed to the wind.
This environment doesn't seem suitable for normal people; we need to start a fire first.
"Do... do you want to start a fire?"
Although the sensation was awful, the Doctor realized what Zama was planning after seeing Zuo Jian actions.
It was terrible... but the other person didn't seem like a bad person...
But then again! Why doesn't he show any other reaction when he does such strange things to women?!
"Um... I have a lighter."
Despite his hesitation, the Doctor still took out the lighter from his pocket and handed it to Zuo Jian.
But...
Zuo Jian, glancing curiously at the lighter from another world; its appearance was surprisingly similar to what he remembered.
However, after pressing it twice, only a few sparks flew out, with no sign of ignition whatsoever.
"It seems there's no gas left, Doctor."
He tried a couple more times, and after confirming that it really couldn't be lit, he handed the lighter to the Doctor.
"What? What! It's all gone? Not even a little bit left?"
The Doctor took the lighter, his face contorted in pain. Damn it! She'd only used it a few times! How could this happen!
Without a lighter, how is she supposed to start a fire? Are you expecting her to rub sticks together to make a fire? That's worse than killing her!
"It's no big deal, it's just a lighter."
However, Zuo Jian casually remarked something and then picked up a piece of wood that was still relatively intact from the ground.
"What do you mean 'just'?! Damn it! Don't look down on lighters! Do you know how difficult it is to light a fire here?! I even lost my... What are you doing?"
The Doctor looked at Zuo Jian, whose first arm had transformed into a sharp claw, constantly scraping the wood in his hand, like sawing wood shavings, producing shavings and shavings.
He gathered the sawdust and placed it in the extinguished fire. Then he raised his hand, which had transformed into a claw as hard as steel, and rubbed it together with concentrated force, producing a piercing snapping sound.
That was the sound of metal being scraped...
Then, to the Doctor's incredulous gaze, the sparks were scraped out between his fingers.
"Hmm, increase the force, increase the roughness and hardness of the fingertips, and make sure the friction heats up instantly..."
After he finished speaking, he used his fingers, which had undergone changes in their external structure, as if striking a flint.
He snapped his fingers a few times, then watched as sparks landed on the sawdust and eventually ignited it.
"Yes, it worked."
"Excuse me, Doctor, what did you just say? I don't think I heard you clearly."
Zuo Jian turned his Zuo Jian and glanced at the Doctor had a blank expression on his face.
"... No... it's nothing..."
The next moment, as if sensing something, he stood up, stepped past the Doctor, and his skirt transformed into sharp spikes that flew out swiftly, piercing the surface of the pit where corpses were buried in the darkness.
"Whoa! What, what's going on?"
"Something's coming, let me see..."
Zuo Jian stood up, retracted the flying spikes, and then brought them close to his eyes.
"Good luck. They seem to be carnivorous birds of prey attracted by fresh blood and flesh. Are there a few crow-like birds too?"
The Doctor was stunned. It all happened in the blink of an eye. Just a second ago, she had looked at Zuo Jian and raised her Zuo Jian.
The next second, a long spike adorned with numerous birds appeared in the latter's hand.
Some of them are even still alive, still struggling.
No! That's not the point!
The important point is!
Meat!!!!
Her eyes shone as she looked at the birds that were still flapping their wings after being pierced.
"Doctor, do you have a habit of eating late-night snacks? Laurentina alone doesn't need that many."
"Yes! I absolutely have!"
Her eyes lit up as she moved closer to the Zuo Jian.
The last time she ate meat was... Damn it! She hasn't eaten meat since she woke up!
Is Zuo Jian Superman?!
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Connecting the Dots! Clues!
"Waaaaah... Yes, it smells like meat!"
Is it really that exaggerated?
Zuo Jian looked at the Doctor, who was holding a fully roasted Fowlbeast in his hands and was making happy whimpering noises.
... I don't know why, but this looks a bit like the cat I used to have.
"But seriously... is it really that delicious?"
He looked down at the Fowlbeast skewered on a wooden stick, then casually picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.
Laurentina also needed to replenish some energy to sustain her small amount of consumption, but waking her up while she was still sleeping was something Zuo Jian really couldn't bear to do.
Let her rest a little longer.
As for these foods...
The information transmitted through the tip of the tongue is only basic temperature and touch...
He can no longer discern the quality of flavor from these types of food.
However, according to his cooking method, it only involved simply removing the hair, bleeding, cutting open, and then removing the internal organs.