Chapter 152: An inexplicable feeling is brewing

Beastfolk momentarily embarrassed: "Little female... shaman, this probably doesn't count as a shaman's curse, right?"

Little female shaman?

What kind of immortal title is this, Wu Yue laughed and shook her head: "Don't worry, it's just joking among our own people."

The little female is still as cute and mischievous as ever, even saying they are all our own people.

The beastfolk all burst out laughing foolishly again.

It was as if a circle of large golden retrievers stood before them, each one adorably goofy.

But one of them was somewhat black... huh?

After getting a clear look at that black 'dog', Wu Yue's face darkened with exasperation.

The two beastfolk beside the pitch-black one saw her looking over, hehe laughed and rubbed their noses: "We thought that for such a happy occasion, we should also help him up to join in."

So you two goofballs, what deep grudge do you have against this beastfolk?

"Quickly put him in the grass nest, his injuries are this severe, he cannot be moved casually."

Wu Yue said helplessly.

The two beastfolk only then realized the beastfolk was seriously injured, and hurried to help him lie down in the grass nest.

Just then, a weak, buzzing mosquito-like sound intermittently echoed in the exceptionally quiet cave, reaching everyone's ears.

"Shaman... shaman..."

This voice was so weak that the beastfolk unconsciously held their breath.

The injured beastfolk's eyes were still closed, not because he didn't want to open them, but because the eyelids scorched by the feral beast's skill had stuck together.

Those two 'shaman' syllables could make a sound only because he forced open his lips, which were stuck together by blood and flesh; at that moment, his pitch-black lips were bleeding.

The cave suddenly fell silent; Wu Yue felt her chest ache and swell, and her eyes involuntarily grew hot.

In her heart, increasing her strength was so she could survive better in a world where even food required desperate effort to obtain.

But at this moment, something seemed to be fermenting in her heart, an inexplicable emotion accumulating.

Wu Yue composed herself, her expression calm as she bent close to the beastfolk's ear: "Get well soon so you can watch me brew the shaman's medicine for you."

The beastfolk's throat made a hooting sound, as if responding to her.

Wu Yue's eye sockets felt sore and swollen as she sat up straight: "Quickly lay him down."

Having said that, she turned and walked out, taking a clean leaf and rolling it into a funnel.

Kneeling beside the beastfolk, she slowly inserted it into the gap of his open mouth: "Give him the medicine."

Yuan Lang, who had just entered the cave, raised his eyebrows at the words, then went straight to the stone platform, holding the stone pot and kneeling on the other side of the grass nest.

In his hand he held a simple spoon carved from wood.

The two of them cooperated like that, spoonful by spoonful feeding all the liquid medicine from the stone pot to the beastfolk.

"After drinking the herbal water, his body heat will gradually subside."

She carefully took the leaf out of the beastfolk's mouth without spilling a drop onto the surrounding skin.

Perhaps because she had been squatting for too long, when she stood up she staggered a bit.

A large hand reached out from beside her, firmly gripping her arm: "Be careful."

The beastfolk was bare-chested, Wu Yue wore only a small tank top, their palms and arms touching, the beastfolk's palm scorching hot.

Wu Yue's body trembled slightly, she glanced at Yuan Lang with a smile: "Thank you."

After saying that, she directly grabbed the beastfolk's arm with her backhand and moved to relieve her numb, aching leg.

Only after a moment did she straighten her body: "All right."

Seeing her like that, the beastfolk gave a light chuckle and slowly released her arm.