Mythical Beast Summoner

"Old village chief, Gougan, they played by the river, and they rescued a strange young man." A strong man with a Shar Pei head said respectfully to a white-bearded old sheephead.

"Oh? Humans? Anything is all right? Where are the people?" The old man with sheep's head sat up straight, and the rocking chair also stopped, frowning and asked.

"The man is still by the river! When I came over, the man was still angry, but his breath was very weak. It seems that he might die at any time, but this man is quite strange." The bulldog said cautiously.

"Weird? What a weird method?" The old man of sheep head looked at the bullheaded man in doubt.

"This man's clothes are tattered, but the clothes are made of very good materials. They shouldn't be beggars. They look like they fell from the mountain."

"But if this person fell from a mountain, then he must have a bruise, but this person doesn't even have bruises."

"There is also a possibility that this person was originally quite wealthy, but then fell down and couldn't think about it for a while, so he was short-sighted." The bullhead explained.

"Forget it, no matter how much you guessed here, it's useless. Take me to see! If a person dies, find a place to bury it. If the person is still alive, ask him." The old man with sheep head stood up. Here, I picked up a straw hat that was quite old from the hanger and put it on my head...

"Look, he seems to be waking up!" Seeing that the eyelids of the person they rescued moved, as if they were about to wake up, several children hurriedly shouted.

The person lying on the ground felt a voice in his ear. It sounded like a child’s childish voice, but he wanted to open his eyes, but he felt that his eyelids were abnormally heavy. The more he wanted to open his eyes, the harder he tried. On the contrary, it seems to be closed tighter.

"Why is he not moving anymore? Isn't he dead?" Seeing that the eyelids of the people on the ground were still not moving, and their eyes were not opened, a pig-headed kid asked with some fear.

"You see that his stomach is still moving, he must have not died, he should have passed out again." A dog-headed child frowned, carefully observed the person lying on the ground, and said with certainty.

As if to respond to Kotou's words, the eyelids of the people on the ground moved again, and finally slowly opened their eyes.

"Look, he's awake, he's awake!" a bear-headed child yelled out loudly.

A group of children twittered around and looked curiously at this stranger who looked completely different from them.

None of them had ever been out of this small village, and even if strangers came occasionally in this small village, they were usually members of the Orc tribe, so they were very curious about the person in front of them who looked different from them.

The person lying on the ground slowly opened his eyes. The first thing that caught his eye was the heads of various animals. He was taken aback and sat up all of a sudden. He thought he had encountered a beast! But after a closer look, they discovered that these people are not some monsters, but children of a group of orc tribes. This was a sigh of relief.

"Who are you? Where are you?" The waking man rubbed his head, feeling a little dizzy.

"My name is Goudan."

"My name is Zhu Xiaoba."

"My name is Xiong Er."

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These little children were not wary of this stranger. They were talking their names in chattering. The strangers who were already a little bit troubled were arguing with the strangers.

"What's your name?" After the children had introduced themselves, the dog looked curiously at the stranger and asked.

"My name is...his...ha..." The stranger froze for a moment. He felt that the name was just on his lips, but he couldn't remember it. If he thought about it deeply, his head would feel like a needle stick, and it hurts him. A cold sweat formed on his forehead, and he couldn't help but snorted slightly.

"Shiha?" Goudan looked at the stranger in a puzzled manner. The name sounded weird, and it didn't seem like a person's name. But then I thought about it, I still have a manure ball on my side! In contrast, Shiha sounded very good.

"Shiha, how did you fall into the river? Did you fall off a mountain?" Goudan continued to ask.

"In the river? Climbing the mountain?" The stranger looked at the dog's egg with a confused expression.

"Where is this? Who am I? Why am I here? Ah!" The stranger cried out in pain, clutching his head. He tried to remember, but he couldn't remember anything. Instead, his head was about to explode.

The children of the orcs were taken aback, and hurried back a few steps, and drew a distance from the stranger.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Hearing the screams from here, the brawny dog-headed man rushed over, yelling while running.

"Uncle, I don't know what's going on, he just hugged his head and screamed." Goudan looked at the stranger timidly and said.

"Okay, it's okay, it's okay, the old village chief will be here soon." The brawny dog-headed man was relieved when he saw that the children were okay.

After comforting the children, the big dog looked at the stranger with a little dissatisfaction. Why is a big man okay and howling?

At first, the reason why he was relieved to let these children watch here was because he felt that this person had been drowned and half dead, and he could die at any time, and there should be no threat. Fortunately, none of these kids are okay, otherwise he will never end with this guy.

"Hey! Stop howling, obviously we saved you, and it turned out to be as if we bullied you! What is your name? Where did you come from?" The bulldog blocked the children behind him and looked vigilantly. This stranger.

The stranger stopped howling, but did not pay attention to the bulldog, but looked at the river next to him with a dull expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

"My question! Who are you? How did you come here?" The bullheaded man frowned.

He is also a human being in the village. Everyone who sees him must greet him happily, but the stranger who was indirectly saved by him is indifferent to him, which makes him very unhappy. .

"Uncle, he seems to have something wrong here." Goudan pulled the brawny man's clothes, pointed to his head and said cautiously.

"When I asked him what his name was, he said he was called Shiha, and then he held his head in a very painful manner." Goudan told the bulldog in a low voice.

Seeing the stranger's sluggish eyes, coupled with the guy's performance just now, the bullhead nodded. It seems that Goudan's analysis is good, otherwise he should at least say thank you if he saved him by himself.

Just as Goudan and the brawny Gouto were discussing strangers, the old village chief appeared dangling on crutches.

"What happened just now? Who was yelling?" the old village chief asked suspiciously.

The bullheaded man briefly explained the matter to the old village head. The old village head nodded and looked at the young people who were still looking at the river in a daze.

"Young man, are you really called Shiha?" The old village chief walked to the young man, touched him with a cane, and asked softly.

The bullheaded man was taken aback and hurriedly guarded the old village chief. He was really afraid that this young man would suddenly violently hurt the old village chief.

The old village chief’s prestige in the village is very high, not only because he is a kind old man, but also because he is the only wood magician who can use herbs in the village. Almost everyone in the village is treated by the old village. After a long treatment, everyone was grateful to him.

However, the old village chief patted the brawny man on the shoulder and shook his head. The old village chief did not feel any grudge or magical elements from the young man.

Don't look at the old village chief with a cane, he is not too young, but it is not so easy for an ordinary young man to hurt him no matter how strong his body is.

"I don't know." The young man shook his head, the confusion on his face was not pretended.

The old village chief looked at the young man, don't look at the young man's brains, but his temperament is very unique, and he should not be an ordinary person.

The old village chief bowed slightly and put his hand on the young man's head.

When the young man was about to resist, the old village chief kindly said, "My child, don't be afraid. I am a wood magician. I will check it for you. Maybe I can help you."

Hearing the words of the old village chief, the young man didn't know why, there was a slight throbbing in his heart, and he gave up resisting.

The emerald green wood magic element radiated from the old village chief's body, and then covered the young man's body. The young man only felt his body warm, and there was an indescribable sense of comfort.

After a while, the emerald green wood magic element was recovered into the old village head, and the old village head took a deep breath.

"There is nothing serious about your body, but your head should have been severely hit. There is some blood stasis in your head. You can't think of anything now. It is probably related to the blood stasis. When the blood stasis dissipates, it is estimated that you too It recovered. I will fry you some herbs to help you dissipate blood stasis earlier." The old village chief said to the young man earnestly.

"If you don't have a place to go, you can live in our village during this period, and it's not too late to leave after you recover your memory." The old village chief said kindly.

"Siha, or you can live in my house, my house is spacious!" Goudan said with some excitement.

"That's fine. Goudan'er's house is closer to my house, and it will be convenient to get the medicine at that time." The old village chief nodded, then looked at Goudan'er, "Gougan, I'll give it to this person. You, I'll go back and make the medicine first."

"Grandpa old village chief, don't worry!" Goudan happily agreed.

If anyone who knows Li Zhenbang appears here, he will recognize it. This young man with amnesia is not someone else, it is Li Zhenbang who fell into a crack in the temple at dusk...