Chapter 29: Unfamiliar World

His eyes, dark as an ancient well and bottomless, made all the beastfolk around him shudder.

Seeing him regain consciousness, the middle-aged beastfolk hurriedly squatted down and asked anxiously: "Yuan Lang, how do you feel?"

His deep black eyes narrowed slightly; Yuan Lang exhaled lightly, suppressing the intense pain radiating from his body: "Still... okay."

His voice was somewhat low, as if he were suppressing something.

The middle-aged beastfolk sighed, took out a withered herb from the pouch at his waist, his face showing a hint of struggle, and finally handed it over: "Yuan Lang, eat this herb,"

Yuan Lang was one of the strongest among the beastfolk youth of the tribe, and also the leader of this salt‑exchange mission.

This time, to protect the salt and fight the fierce beasts, he suffered the worst injuries.

Yuan Lang took the herb, his distinctively jointed fingers stained with blood, broke off the top segment and slipped it into his mouth, then handed the rest back.

"Let's divide it among them."

He lifted his head and looked around; after his gaze shifted for a moment, he parted his thin lips: "Where is this?"

The middle-aged beastfolk and the tribespeople of the surrounding Snow Tiger Tribe stared blankly at the beastfolk sitting on the ground: "Yuan Lang, what's wrong with you? This is the Polar Forest; we're almost back to the tribe."

The middle-aged beastfolk's expression also turned grave; Yuan Lang this is

The beastfolk's gaze is naturally different; seeing in the dark is merely a trivial matter. After clearing his view of the surroundings and seeing the men around him wearing only a belt of animal hides, Yuan Lang's doubts grew stronger.

What place is this exactly?

He remembered leading two vice captains to hold the rear, but being outnumbered, they ultimately leapt into Dead Man's Ravine.

Dead Man's Ravine is filled with jagged rocks; where could there be such towering mountains and dense forests?

"Ugh!!!" Suddenly, a fierce headache swept over Yuan Lang; he clenched his fists tightly, as if something in his mind were washing over him.

Accompanying the pain, it grew increasingly clear.

After a while, the biting pain gradually faded; the land around Yuan Lang was already soaked with sweat.

As the headache faded, the surrounding sounds gradually reached his ears.

"Yuan Lang, what's wrong with you?"

"Uncle, did Yuan Lang hurt his head?"

"Let's not rest; let's carry the wounded tribespeople back directly—we've already lost many of our people."

Yuan Lang closed his eyes tightly; his sturdy chest rose and fell violently. The image that had just flooded his mind gradually became clear—it was not his own, but another person's.

No, it should be said to be a beastfolk's memory.

The beastfolk who shared his name burned his beast patterns in his final moment as an offering to the Beast God—could this be the reason he came here?

Another world? An unfamiliar world.

Yuan Lang opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding tribespeople: "I'm fine now; perhaps my head was injured in the earlier battle, but I'm much better."

The middle-aged beastfolk's face lit up: "Yuan Lang, are you all right?"

Knowing what he was asking, the beastfolk gave a slight nod: "Just woke up; I even thought I had gone to the Beast God's place."

The beastfolk suddenly understood, and some tribespeople joked: "Then did you see the Beast God?"

As soon as the words fell, he was beaten up by the surrounding tribespeople, yelling "ouch ouch" as he dodged away.

Seeing that he was truly unharmed, the middle-aged beastfolk instantly relaxed, sat down on the nearby grass, and said: "You little brat, you really scared Uncle half to death; if anything happened to you, how could I face your father A Mu?"

Thanks to all the little partners for their support and collections; welcome newcomers, sprinkle flowers~

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