Chapter 257: This contempt is genuine

Looking at their mutually assessing gazes, Wu Yue deeply felt that Bgm should be playing here.

As for what it is...

It's just because I glanced at you an extra time in the crowd, your nose hair jumped into my sight, I prayed we'd never meet again, and from then on eating meat tastes even sweeter~

Silently taking out the conspicuously blue hair from their own nostrils, they glanced at each other, then all ran together to a few salt crystal beasts whose hair had been plucked, and in the beasts' frightened little eyes they pressed the hair they had shoved into their nostrils back in.

Anyway, as long as it's on the body, it's okay.

But then a scene appeared in which the Snow Tiger Beastmen were injured; the salt crystal beasts that had just looked terrified suddenly shook violently, giving off a feeling like an elderly disco.

Only after the blue hair that the Beastmen had pressed onto their bodies was shaken off did a few salt crystal beasts seem to sigh in relief, sit back on the ground, and continue gnawing at their own ore.

Moreover, the place where they ate was quite a distance from where those hairs had been flung.

Wu Yue burst out laughing hysterically inside!

This is outright contempt— you shoved hair into someone's nostril and then pressed it back in— is that polite?

The Beastmen somewhat embarrassedly rubbed their noses, looking at Wu Yue and hehe-laughing.

That simple-minded look left her speechless: "You don't need to worry; meat cured with salt, besides being salty when eaten, has no spoiled flavor."

The Beastmen solemnly nodded with their beastly faces, but their gazes toward Wu Yue carried a hint of sympathy.

Her former tribe was too small to have any surplus meat stored for winter, so she wouldn't know what over‑stored meat tastes like.

Wu Yue naturally didn't notice the Beastmen's troubled little glances; at this moment she also felt a bit nervous, unsure whether her earlier curing of the meat had succeeded, and if it had gone bad...

Her eyes lit up— how could it possibly be spoiled?

If it really were spoiled, those Beastman Warriors with keen noses would have already smelled it.

The beasts followed Wu Yue toward the corner where the cured meat was stored, but the closer they got, the more surprised the Beastmen's faces became.

Until the neat row of hanging cured meat came into view, the Beastman Warriors surged forward like villagers of a small tribe seeing so much meat for the first time.

Each one stretched out their necks to sniff the cured meat continuously.

"Really no flavor!"

"Beast God, this meat has been stored for ages, yet it hasn't spoiled at all— not a hint of stink!"

The commotion here eventually drew the attention of the remaining Beastman Warriors.

They marched over aggressively, intending to discipline those disobedient, howling Beastman Warriors.

But upon seeing that row of cured meat they had long forgotten the whereabouts of, they widened their eyes.

"Is this the meat we cured earlier?"

Having said that, just like the previous Beastman Warriors, they stepped forward and took a vigorous sniff.

In the next moment, the familiar scene played out again— the howling cries and eye‑stinging celebratory dance made Wu Yue's lips twitch violently.

Is curing a piece of meat really worth celebrating with an eye‑watering dance and a howl that feels like it'll pierce her eardrums?

After a while, Yuan Lang, returning from his patrol, gave each beast a kick, and only then did the Beastmen cover their mouths, crouch on the ground, and let out suppressed chuckles.

Too lazy to bother with the Beastman Warriors who had sniffed the cured meat over a hundred eighty times, Wu Yue and Yuan Lang simply grabbed a piece of cured meat with extra beast meat and walked off elsewhere.