Chapter 178: Bathing Becomes Fragrant

"That's right, Flower Dew Water; as long as we have this, we won't fear mosquito bites any more. Put a little in the bath water, and it can also help the tribe get rid of lice."

Hearing that, Youchao Xuan was thrilled, "What, is there such a useful thing?"

That day, Nan Qinghuan was very busy. She sent Axi to fetch mint leaves, then had the leaves roasted dry and sealed them in 80‑percent alcohol.

The method is simple, and the tribe learned it quickly. The spray bottle she retrieved from the space was filled by everyone, and seeing the leaves inside they were amazed, "Qinghuan, can this really repel mosquitoes and insects?"

Axi thought it unbelievable, having never seen it. "Can this really work?" "Of course. In a few days we can use it. Each of you take a bottle home. This afternoon we'll start repairing the houses. Everyone work hard; we'll live in new homes soon."

A Mu was curious about these things but was averse to houses, "Qinghuan, what's so good about living in a house? Caves are fine—wide and big. Look, aren't you dissatisfied with the place you share with Ying?"

A Mu had lived in a cave for half her life and was reluctant to leave.

"A Mu, have you forgotten? I told you the tribe gets eczema because the damp caves cause it. If we can build houses, every family can live in clean homes, free from beasts and mosquito bites. How wonderful?"

It must be said, A Mu's thinking is still very traditional; after living in a cave so long she can't accept the houses they speak of. She also knows that Ying agreed only because Qinghuan wanted a house; otherwise he feared he couldn't keep her.

"Ah, you all live there; I'll stay in the cave, that's fine."

"A Mu…"

A Mu left sadly. Axi hurriedly comforted, "Qinghuan, it's okay. Once the houses are built, A Mu will move in and see the benefits of living in a house."

Indeed, only when they know the benefits will they accept. She was about to speak when suddenly… "Careful."

Youchao Xuan accidentally scattered the alcohol; in an instant, Boom—a blaze surged, almost scorching him.

"Are you okay?"

Fortunately it didn't burn him.

Youchao Xuan was terrified, "Goddess, what's happening?"

That was really dangerous. What kind of water was that, so powerful it could ignite fire? "Om, how can this water make fire blaze?"

No one understood what was happening, and Nan Qinghuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Everyone, be careful from now on. That's not ordinary water; it's alcohol, which ignites with open flame."

"Alcohol can make fire bigger. Does that mean we can put some alcohol on kindling when we start a fire? It would burn faster?"

It must be said, Youchao Xuan is clever; every time he tries to start a fire he fails and relies on tribe members to help.

Nan Qinghuan blinked and nodded, "Right, you can try, but be careful. Don't use too much, or the fire will flare up and burn you. Understand?"

Axi was thrilled, "Qinghuan, I'll use alcohol to start fires from now on. I used to blow into wooden tubes; it was exhausting."

She hadn't expected alcohol to have this use—great.

Nan Qinghuan was about to speak when a howl of wolves came from outside.

"Oh dear, the Wolf Pack is here. Ying wants us to watch Shiva being bitten to death by wolves."

"Om, Ying asked me to ask you, are you going to watch Shiva being eaten by wolves?"

To be honest, Nan Qinghuan wasn't interested at first, but Shiva had harmed her and Axi; she deserved death, and she wanted to see how miserable she was.

"Alright, if everyone is watching, I'll go too."

This was Nan Qinghuan's first time seeing a wolf pack devour a person; it was indeed gruesome.

When she arrived, Ying was already seated on a high wooden platform, with Ji Lei and Dashan standing beside him, looking imposing.

"Ying"

She found it odd; he wasn't supposed to be organizing the tribe to cut wood for foundations, so why is he here? "Qinghuan, come over."

Seeing her, Ying was delighted, strode toward her, then led her to a side seat. Nan Qinghuan saw his head drenched in sweat; he hadn't returned last night, so he must be exhausted.

"You're tired, aren't you? Why not rest a bit?"

Ying reached out and pinched her cheek, "I'm not tired. The timber will arrive this afternoon; after that, it's up to you and Youchao Xuan."

He knows nothing about houses, so he doesn't know how to build them, but Nan Qinghuan and Youchao Xuan do. Thus he provides them with materials—wood and labor—while the construction method depends on Youchao Xuan.

Youchao Xuan is a talented person Nan Qinghuan brought from the Otherworld, and now he can finally be put to use.

Nan Qinghuan was in good spirits; the top‑level problem was solved, and now the tribe could finally develop properly.

She gently slipped her arm around Ying's, leaning close, "Don't worry, I won't disappoint you. By the way, did the old man really die?"

Her forward intimacy pleased Ying; he hadn't touched her for many days.

Tonight he must… "Qinghuan, tonight I want you."

He said it bluntly; Nan Qinghuan's face flushed instantly. Good heavens, what kind of setting is this—truly hard to change one's nature.

Looking at Dashan and Ji Lei, the two showed no expression, as if it were nothing unusual.

Nan Qinghuan took several deep breaths. Fine—if others aren't embarrassed, then the embarrassment is hers alone.

"Stop talking. You still haven't answered me about the old man?"

Ying squinted slightly, enjoying her intimacy, and said slowly, "He's dead."

"Dead?"

Dashan chuckled, "Om, when you just came over there was fresh blood on the ground—that blood was the old man's. He'd already been eaten by a bald vulture; I tossed his bones outside the tribe. The Rongdi should have received them."

"What, Rongdi?"

She inhaled sharply, recalling that when she arrived she had indeed stepped on a lot of fresh blood, assuming it was from animals, not realizing it was the old man's.

"Rongdi? He's still here?"

She was a bit stunned; how could this Rongdi still be unrelenting? Mentioning Rongdi, Ying's smile faded. He gently pushed Nan Qinghuan aside, then stood and summoned the Wolf Pack.

"Wooo…"

With his summons, a pack of wolves sprinted out of the forest.

Seeing the wolves, Nan Qinghuan inhaled sharply. Good heavens, what breed are these, so tall? She realized she had wasted her study of paleontology, for she encountered many unknown creatures here, none of which left any records, so she didn't know their names.

Those wolves were over a person tall, their fur long, somewhat like a sheep's, but with a tuft of red hair on their heads. Their teeth were curved and sharp, protruding outward, and they had three eyes. She was certain she'd never seen such creatures. Seeing these living animals before her, she felt the universe was vast and humanity minuscule. These were ancient beasts, yet modern times left no trace—no fossils at all.

Her professional curiosity kicked in; she gently tugged Ying's arm, "Ying, what kind of wolves are these?"

Ying was pleased she was interested in his pets. He reached out, patted her head, and indulgently said, "These are called Red Fire Wolves. I raised them to deal with the Pan Tribe's people."

"Red Fire Wolf?"