Chapter 195: Severe Illness

Wu Yue felt somewhat surprised; she had not expected that in this world the beastfolk would place themselves on equal footing with the wild beasts of the forest.

She recalled that in her previous life, people always believed they stood at the top of all worldly creatures, and funerary customs were elaborate and lengthy.

"We eat wild beasts, and after death we should return our bodies to the wild beasts, until every last bit of flesh and every bone is accepted by the Polar Forest, only then can we return to the Beast God's embrace."

Lang Ya whispered.

Wu Yue let out a soft sigh: "Although I know you have your own arrangements, there is something I still need to tell you."

Her expression turned solemn, and Lang Ya's demeanor also grew serious.

Wu Yue frowned at the corpses scattered around: "I suppose you have also smelled it; many tribesmen's corpses have begun to rot, and if you do not handle them soon..."

She took a deep breath: "If left to rot for a long time, it will produce a terrible disease that will then affect even more tribesmen."

"Is this what the shaman said?"

Lang Ya looked at Wu Yue in shock and said.

Wu Yue's mouth twitched, and she could only nod lightly: "Yes, this is something the shaman specifically reminded me to pay attention to before he left."

Lang Ya's expression grew grave: "I will first take you to see the shaman and the chieftain, and then I hope you can explain the situation to them."

Wu Yue nodded: "Of course."

Behind them, Yuan Qi heard this and his eyes showed a hint of doubt.

He was quite certain that before setting out, the shaman had not seen Yue again, so these words were not spoken by the shaman but by Yue herself.

But he said nothing, for regardless of whether it was true, leaving these corpses in the tribe is bad.

Leaving aside whether it will cause a greater disease, just this smell is enough to make those with keen noses feel light-headed.

Lang Ya first led them to the chieftain's grass hut; at this point, all members of the Black Wolf Tribe had already moved into the grass huts to live.

Seeing Lang Ya bring a female inside, followed by many Snow Tiger Tribe members behind her, the Black Wolf Tribe chieftain's eyes instantly flashed with delight.

"Is this the Snow Tiger Tribe's shaman disciple Ye Duo?"

"How come you look different? You've gotten thin from not eating well lately."

Lang Ya glanced awkwardly at Wu Yue beside him, stepped forward, and said: "She is a female of the Snow Tiger Tribe, but not Ye Duo; she is Wu Yue."

The Black Wolf Tribe chieftain startled: "Not Ye Duo?"

Then he looked at Wu Yue, his eyes gaining a touch of complexity: "Is this young female also a shaman disciple?"

Wu Yue stepped forward with a light laugh: "I am not a shaman disciple; I merely know some herbal medicine, which is why the shaman sent me here."

The Black Wolf Tribe chieftain inexplicably relaxed, having thought the Snow Tiger Tribe had produced another shaman disciple.

"Does Ye Duo, the young female, have no time?"

The Black Wolf Tribe chieftain persisted.

To be frank, it's not only because of Ye Duo's status as a shaman disciple; he also harbors a hidden desire to take the opportunity to let the tribe's beastman warriors make advances on Ye Duo.

Unexpectedly, the one who came was not Ye Duo.

Wu Yue did not want to argue with him about whether it was Ye Duo, and got straight to the point: "When I set out, the shaman instructed me to tell you that if the corpses of deceased tribesmen are left piled in the tribe for a long time, they will provoke a more serious disease."

The Black Wolf's face showed great alarm: "A more serious disease? What disease?"