Primitive Tribe, Mysterious Totem!
Beside the lake, the smell of blood assailed their nostrils.
"Even if I want to save it, I have no tools to do so."
Even the cleverest housewife couldn't cook without rice.
The bear's bone wasn't broken, but it had many bite wounds and Sun Mo needed to staunch its bleeding and sew its wounds. However, Sun Mo didn't have any thread or needle.
"I know Teacher will definitely be able to do it!"
Lu Zhiruo felt blind worship toward Sun Mo.
"I'll give it a try then!"
Sun Mo placed his hands on the bear's wound.
With no spirit qi, the effect of the ancient massaging technique was greatly reduced. Let alone not being able to summon the genie, even for staunching bleeding, Sun Mo had to continuously press down on the blood vessel.
In any case, it was better than nothing.
"Check the surroundings and see if there are any dragonblood grass and green thorns. Oh right, if you run into grass mushrooms, pluck some as well."