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Chapter 617: Announcement of funeral arrangements

"No, Your Highness...I'm not kidding..." The skinny monkey was excited and frightened.

Normally, the two of them would often joke around with each other, but at this moment, Zhou Chang's eyes were determined, and there was absolutely no joking at all.

The thin monkey didn't know whether he was encouraged or not. He took a deep breath and made up his mind: "My lord, I asked you to draw your sword, but I... want to finish what I want to say."

"Okay, go ahead." Since he couldn't stop him, Zhou Chang let the skinny monkey continue talking.

The skinny monkey smiled and said, "Your Highness, do you still remember my real name?" The skinny monkey asked with a smile.

"..." Zhou Chang didn't know, and immediately went to look for it in Prince Yi's memory.

At this time, Prince Yi's consciousness seemed to be revived, and a name was about to pop out.

The skinny monkey smiled again and said, "For so many years, everyone has called me skinny monkey. Actually, my surname is Zhu and my real name is Hou San. If I can't breathe when the prince draws the dagger later... Your Majesty, don't forget to set up a tablet for me and write my name 'Hou San' on it. In the future, please send me some food during the holidays. If the name is written wrong, I'm afraid I won't be able to receive it. It would be best if I have delicious food every day..."

"Okay, but what do you want to eat? You have to wait until you pull out the dagger and then tell me in detail, otherwise I'm afraid I'll forget..." Zhou Chang tried hard to hold back the soreness in his eyes, and his heart was bleeding.

What if the skinny guy really can't make it?

"So, the prince agreed?" The skinny monkey was still smiling to confirm.

"I don't agree. Don't even think about dying. You have to stay alive so that you can have food." Zhou Chang stuffed a cloth into the skinny monkey's mouth, not allowing him to continue.

After the skinny monkey gave his "last words", he felt relieved and let the cloth in his mouth.

Without closing his eyes, he just stared at the dagger on his stomach and nodded to Zhou Chang.

Zhou Chang took a deep breath, silently prayed to God for protection, and gave one last warning: "It may hurt, but you have to bear it, otherwise you will bleed more."

The skinny monkey blinked and said nothing more.

Zhou Chang turned around and prepared a cloth soaked in liquor in his left hand, and grasped the handle of the pirate's dagger with his right hand.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Breathing stopped and a pin drop could be heard.

At the moment when the skinny monkey's belly relaxed, Zhou Chang suddenly pulled out the dagger and almost at the same time used a cloth to hold down the gushing blood.

"Ugh..." The skinny monkey tensed his body due to the severe pain, and he just stood there stiffly without moving.

Zhou Chang's heart was in his throat. He stared at the skinny monkey's tense body but did not faint. He then took a deep breath and finally he also gasped for breath.

Without wasting a moment, he began to wipe the wound with liquor and a towel.

Zhou Chang couldn't stop talking: "Monkey, think about it quickly. Just now you said what you wanted to eat. Anything is fine. Just tell me what you want to eat."

The skinny monkey's chest rose and fell, and he could still groan in his throat, but gradually he became unresponsive.

The most feared thing was losing consciousness. Zhou Chang was shocked and quickly poured a glass of strong liquor from the jar, took out the cloth towel that was stuffed in the mouth, and gave the skinny monkey a sip of the liquor.

"Pa, pa, pa..." He patted the skinny monkey's face quickly, trying to force him to stay awake.

At least this trick works.

The skinny monkey slowly opened his eyes again.

As soon as he woke up, Zhou Chang hurriedly put his hand back to press the wound on his abdomen.

"Ah...it hurts..." the skinny monkey groaned.

Even though it was just a sound, Zhou Chang was ecstatic in his heart. He handed the remaining half cup of liquor to Shouhou and said, "Drink it. Even if it hurts, stay awake and talk to me."

The skinny monkey barely raised his head to catch it, drank half of it and spit it out: "Ahem..., it tastes bad..."

"It's a good thing that you know it tastes bad." Zhou Chang was about to cry for joy, but he couldn't let it go. "Think about what you are going to eat. If it hurts, just shout."

The wound was not treated well enough, so Zhou Chang quickly used Yuan Qi's dagger to roast it over the flame of the oil lamp, and then used the dagger to cut off all the blackened flesh around the wound.

The skinny monkey bit the cloth tightly because of the pain. He was sweating all over, his veins were exposed, and he couldn't speak at all.

Zhou Chang kept on talking to him, "Didn't you just say you wanted to eat roast chicken? Actually, beggar's chicken and earthenware chicken are also delicious. When you recover from your injury, let's go eat them together. In addition to chicken, there are also ducks and geese..."

Yuan Qi's dagger could cut iron like mud, let alone cut flesh.

Soon the area around the wound was cleaned up, revealing bright red flesh, but blood was still oozing out.

Zhou Chang took another look at the black powder sent by his neighbor Tao Da.

I don't know if the black powder is reliable, but there is no other medicine available. Since it is said to stop bleeding, I have to take a chance.

Sprinkle the powder on the wound, press it, and pray silently that the bleeding will stop.

Zhou Chang kept his eyes on the skinny monkey.

The skinny monkey didn't say anything for a while and then closed his eyes again. Fortunately, his chest was rising and falling, indicating that he was still breathing.

Zhou Chang continued to make plans: "By the way, you just said you wanted to eat roast chicken, roast duck, roast goose, braised pork elbow, braised carp, what else is there besides these, I can think of donkey meat fire, braised prawns, crystal meat..."

As he spoke, the blood flowing from the wound seemed to be decreasing.

The skinny monkey opened his eyes slightly but did not answer. His consciousness seemed to begin to fade again, the rise and fall of his chest became weaker and weaker, and then he slowly closed his eyes again.

"Monkey, wake up... What did you say your real name was just now? I don't remember it... Monkey..." Zhou Chang slapped the skinny monkey's face again.

"I...my name is..." The skinny monkey forced his eyes open again, the cloth towel he was biting fell to the side, and he started talking again.

"Speak slowly, I can hear you." The bleeding had basically stopped and there was no time to delay, so Zhou Chang began to thread the needle.

The fisherman had nothing else at home, so the needle and the thinnest fishing line he found were still frighteningly thick.

But there was no choice but to disinfect the needle and fishing line with strong liquor.

The skinny monkey was half-conscious and didn't say his own name, so he asked, "Your Majesty, do you still remember my real name? Make sure you don't write it wrong..."

"I don't remember. You have to say it a few more times." Zhou Chang didn't dare to stop, but his hands were shaking violently.

"My name is..." The skinny monkey was very honest and wanted to repeat it.

Zhou Chang picked up the cloth that had fallen to the side and was about to stuff it back into the skinny monkey's mouth: "I'm going to start stitching the wound. You have to continue to endure the pain...try not to move."

The skinny monkey smiled and refused: "No need, the pain of this is nothing compared to that pain."

"Which one hurts?" Zhou Chang didn't know which one the skinny guy meant, but he wanted to divert his attention. "Then go on, tell me why your real name is Hou San. Tell me about your past."