Chapter 180: Is This a Big Deal?

Feeling chilled, Wu Yue decisively pushed aside the strange thoughts in her mind: "Tongzi, did anything happen while I was asleep?"

Tongzi seemed to have pondered for a long time before saying: "Last night there was a heavy rain, does that count?"

Wu Yue: "It rained?"

Wu Yue, somewhat surprised, stood up, but as she was about to rise, a strand of shiny black hair on her chest startled her: "Damn! What the hell is this?"

Although the original owner's hair was also black, in sunlight it always had a faint brown tint.

She reached back and grabbed a handful of hair... indeed, it was oily, shiny black hair.

Her mood was a bit sour right now; damn, even when she used to take care of herself every day in China, it was never this good.

Sour...

"Tongzi, you said there wouldn't be any changes, right?"

Wu Yue gritted her teeth a bit: "Tongzi, you said there wouldn't be any changes, so why did my hair turn out like this?"

Tongzi shrank his head: "Don't you think it looks great, host?"

Looks great, you idiot!

In the end, Wu Yue simply twisted a grass rope and braided her hair up.

She pushed open the door; outside the sky was still early, but the surroundings were already bustling.

But this bustle wasn't joy; it was filled with an inexplicable tension and anxiety.

She furrowed her brows slightly and hurried out.

What met her eyes was a collapsed grass hut and people bustling around, clearing soaked dry grass, animal hides, or food.

When Wu Yue came out, Qing Hua was helping a neighbor tidy up; seeing her approach, she quickly hurried over.

Before Wu Yue could react, she gave her a big hug, voice trembling: "Thank you, thank you, Yue; if it weren't for you, we'd be like these tribespeople today."

Wu Yue froze at the words, then followed her gaze.

Indeed, aside from a few human families who had built houses like hers, the entire open ground now had no grass huts left.

A few young ones, seemingly just scooped out of the mud, were placed by their parents on a large stone slab, with thick dry grass underneath.

Wu Yue looked around in surprise: "Wasn't it said... just a rain?"

Seeing her reaction, Qing Hua gave a wry smile: "Yesterday's rain was heavy; our newly built huts are fine, but the old ones the tribespeople lived in are not."

In fact, we used to be like this; before each rainy season, we would repeatedly rebuild our huts.

Wu Yue pressed her lips: "In this situation, don't the chieftain and shaman care?"

Qing Hua shook her head: "How could they not care? At the highest point of the tribe there are several large caves, which we all use to take shelter when the rainy season comes."

But that's for when the rainy season arrives; now our food is insufficient, and if we let the beastman warriors take us up to the caves, coming down would be very inconvenient.

Wu Yue looked toward the cave direction, and indeed saw several openings high up.

"So we stay in the caves to avoid the rain during the rainy season?"

That's an entire season.

Qing Hua nodded: "Yes, our Snow Tiger Tribe stays like that the whole rainy season, but the Mad Lion Tribe and Black Wolf Tribe only need to avoid half of it, while the Flying Eagle Tribe, living on high cliffs, doesn't need to worry."