Chapter 398: Black Beast Skin

The mental stimulation hadn't subsided when a sharp pain shot from his nose, and Teng Kun almost burst into tears.

Seeing the naked little female before him with her hand still shoved into her own nostril, he felt pain in his nose and ache in his heart.

"You should go in anyway; you'll feel much better soon. I'll go wash up first."

After saying that, she stepped back two steps.

"Pfft—" two streams of long-blocked nose blood spurted out, even spraying onto Qingcao's chest.

The beast's face instantly flushed red from the nosebleed; the sprayed female calmly wiped away the blood, her little face whimpering as she sat back into the tub.

The red rash on Qingcao's body took three full days of treatment before it began to slowly fade.

"Host, hurry up and get up, the sun is baking your butt."

Tongzi's demonic sound kept echoing in her mind; Wu Yue pulled the blanket over her head, opting for selective deafness.

These past days, that Qingcao, eager to get better sooner, has been coming to soak very early; she hasn't had a chance to sleep in for a long time.

Today, after much effort, that Qingcao didn't come over, so she decided to linger in bed a bit.

"Tongzi, let me sleep a little longer."

Looking at the host wrapped up like a mummy, Tongzi's little paws rubbed on the grass mat, but she still extended her claws to pull the beast-skin blanket off her head.

Seeing the host's brows gradually furrow, Tongzi hurriedly spoke up before the dog host could lose his temper.

"Many tribespeople are waiting outside the gate for you; hurry up and get up."

Wu Yue, her head still a bit dazed, glared at Lan Pangzi before her and ground her teeth: "You better be telling the truth..."

She then put on her clothes and headed out, but the instant she pushed the door open, she saw a line of people standing outside.

And at the very front was Qingcao, who had already recovered from her illness the day before.

The sound of the door being pushed open was crystal clear; the tribespeople standing outside the courtyard gate all heard it and turned their gazes toward Wu Yue in unison.

"What's going on?"

She asked while walking toward the gate, opening the big door.

Qingcao scratched her head embarrassedly: "The bumps on my body have healed, but these sisters' children have also grown the same bumps; the little ones are suffering, so I brought them over."

Qingcao said this, then lowered her head somewhat embarrassed.

Seeing this, the other tribespeople hurriedly handed over what they were holding: "Shaman Yue, this is the food we brought; please treat our children, they're suffering terribly."

As soon as one female's words fell, a little one began to whimper and cry.

The little one's A Mu, seeing this, hurriedly picked him up to soothe him, and feeling heartbroken, also shed tears.

"How many little ones here need treatment?"

Wu Yue sighed and asked aloud.

Qingcao eagerly stepped forward: "Yue, there are four little ones in need of treatment here; the wooden tub I used yesterday will do."

Having said that, she looked at her with an eager gaze.

Outside the door, there were not only the sick little ones, but also their fathers and A Mu, because Qingcao said treatment required some work, so the parents all came along.

After Wu Yue had sorted the medicinal herbs, the task of boiling the medicine was entirely taken over by Qingcao and the fathers and A Mu of the little ones.

"Yue, why isn't the little ones' medicine water as hot as the one I soaked before?"

Qingcao reached her hand into the tub to feel the medicine's temperature; her gaze toward Wu Yue was like looking at someone who intentionally meant to harm her.

"Do you think the little ones' skin is as thick as yours?"

After coldly throwing out that sentence, Wu Yue turned and walked out.

Qingcao touched her own cheek: "Not really thick; Yue, you're really awful."

The news that the little ones' and Qingcao's red bumps had been cured began to spread through the tribe in just one day.

Wu Yue also received another summons from the Xuehu Wu.

"I heard that kind of red bump just washes away with a bath?"

The Xuehu Wu looked at the little female before him; it was impossible for him not to be shocked.

"Just who told you that washing could get rid of this red bump?"

Wu Yue looked at the Xuehu Wu, whose face was full of curiosity, with a twitching corner of her mouth.

But then the big shot pointed at the half-beast warrior beside him: "It's these two guys who came back and told me that."

The two half-beast warriors, definitely being made the scapegoats, glanced at their shaman with narrowed eyes: "..."

"Can we just be human?"

But subdued by their own shaman's lustful might, they still nodded in a Chen Ken manner: "Yeah, it's what we heard in the tribe."

Wu Yue pressed the veins on her forehead: "It's best not to touch water with this red bump; the medicine water I had them soak in, boiled from many herbs, is different."

Xuehu Wu: "..."

Rumors have led me astray!

The two half-beast warriors also furtively glanced at their own bitter-faced shaman, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

"Shaman, you wouldn't have come down with that red bump too, would you?"

Wu Yue looked suspiciously at the Xuehu Wu, whose complexion was strange, and asked.

Under her smiling gaze, the Xuehu Wu glared at her irritably: "Isn't that right?"

"I even specially changed into a dirty beast skin and didn't take it off even while sleeping; after finally developing a few, soaking in water did nothing, and they only increased more."

Wu Yue looked at the big shot with an admiring expression: "You're really like a cow flying on a plane."

Having said that, she took a packet of herbs from her side satchel: "This is the herb; when boiled into medicine water, it can be used for bathing, applied to the red bumps, or drunk."

"It can all treat this red bump."

"Shaman, how did the tribespeople in the past deal with this red bump?"

Wu Yue frowned as she looked at the Xuehu Wu.

Who would have thought the Snow Tiger shaman waved his hand and said, "There have never been this many tribe members with red bumps before."

Most were beastmen or half-beast warriors, or their partners and children, but the numbers weren't high; those who developed the bumps would come to me, and since there were few, I simply used my shamanic power to heal them.

Who would have thought there would be this many this time.

Wu Yue also twitched the corner of her mouth, thinking, "I thought those few cubs were all there were."

Who would have thought that in the afternoon a crowd of tribe members would gather at her door again, this time not just the cubs but people of all ages.

But Wu Yue didn't let them stay at her house for treatment; instead she handed out medicine packets, explained how to use them, and sent them home.

I don't know why so many tribe members have red bumps today—could this rash actually be contagious?

The half-beast beside him suddenly spoke, and the word 'contagious' startled another beast warrior, who quickly lifted his beast‑skin garment to check.

The Snow Tiger shaman slapped him with a big palm and said, "Stop talking nonsense, go get to work."

The two half‑beast warriors, clearly disliked by the shaman, drooped their heads and sluggishly shuffled out of the cave.

Wu Yue sat to the side, covering her mouth and chuckling.

Don't worry, shaman, this rash isn't contagious; I think the reason so many tribe members have it this year is because of their beast‑skin clothing.

The Snow Tiger shaman blinked in surprise: "Beast‑skin clothing?"

He frowned: "Everyone used to wear beast‑skin clothing before and never got these bumps."

That's different; before, only beast warriors, half‑beast warriors, or their families could afford beast‑skin clothing.

Pure humans and slaves only took out their precious beast skins in winter to wrap their families for warmth; who would waste them making clothes to wear?

But now everyone has plenty of beast skins, so they all started wearing beast‑skin clothing, even in this hot weather.

Beast skin is naturally warm; if you keep it on without washing or changing it, of course you'd get red bumps.

The Snow Tiger shaman looked at her and said, "You mean the tribe members are getting red bumps because they don't bathe and don't wash their beast skin?"

Wu Yue nodded: "When it's this hot, it's best to wear light, thin clothing."

The Snow Tiger shaman sighed: "These kids are like this because they suffered so much before; now that they have beast skin, they just want to wear it."

I'll have someone tell the tribe about this later; beast skin is plentiful, but you still need to pick the right time—wouldn't wearing it in this heat be uncomfortable?

Wu Yue secretly smiled: "Before, who would have thought precious beast skin could be worn as clothing? Now that we have it, we naturally want to wear it all the time."

In hot weather you shouldn't wear beast‑skin clothing, or you'll get red bumps; you need to bathe more and wash the beast skin often, otherwise you'll get sick—this news spread instantly through the Snow Tiger tribe.

The Snow Tiger tribe members looked at each other, finally realizing why everyone had started getting red bumps this year.

No wonder I didn't get bumps when I wore grass‑vine clothing before, but now that I'm wearing beast skin I do—turns out you really have to pick the right season.

It's not that we didn't know; it looks like we should still wrap ourselves in grass‑vine.

Besides, even though beast skin is great, in this heat it's still more comfortable to wrap yourself in grass‑vine.

In just a day, the tribe's artisans spotted a business opportunity again.

After a few days, various kinds of woven grass bras and similar items were ready.

Since the males are used to going shirtless, this kind of bra is more popular with the females.

Although many females still prefer to wear nothing at all...

But every time Wu Yue walks through the tribe and sees these bare‑chested females, she gives them a long, earnest lecture; as a result, through word‑of‑mouth spreading, the Snow Tiger tribe now has no females who go bare‑chested.

Ding~ New mission posted:

Successfully craft a piece of fabric.

Mission reward: Simple loom ×1

System points ×100

Come on, host! Ollie give!

Looking at the nearly finished grass‑woven bandeau in her hand, Wu Yue felt a pang of misery.

Damn system, are you overestimating me? I'm not the type who can make fabric.

Blue Fatty glanced at her sideways and said, "I really don't have much faith in you, after all, host, you're not exactly bright."

Wu Yue: "..."

To be honest, I was just being modest, but when you put it like that, did you consider my feelings?

Damn it, don't I deserve any face?

The System raised a paw and scratched its chin: "Face? What's that? Do you even have any, host?"

Wu Yue sat with a sullen face in the courtyard; when Yuan Lang entered, he saw the little female looking listless, put the fruit from her basket on the ground beside the stone table, and sat down.

With a worried frown, what's happened?

Wu Yue gave him a listless look, and suddenly felt sour: "System, why is everyone else a transmigrator with no tasks, while I have to do this and that?"

Do you think this is fair to me?

The System snorted: "You can get whatever you want by spending points in the system store or by completing missions; does Yuan Lang have such a good opportunity?"

Wu Yue choked up: "I'm just complaining a little."

Having said that, she stopped listening to the System's nagging, looked up pleadingly at Yuan Lang, and said, "The Beast God has issued a new task: I must make fabric."

Yuan Lang's expression changed: "Fabric?"

He suddenly thought of what had happened in the tribe these past days: "Could it be because of the reason everyone in the tribe got red bumps these past days?"

Wu Yue nodded: "That's probably it—the beast skin is too hot to wear, and the tribe doesn't have a habit of bathing daily, so wearing dirty beast skin makes them prone to illness."

Then do you know how to make fabric? Is there anything I need to do?

Yuan Lang frowned and looked at the little female beside him.

Wu Yue made a sullen face: "You look at me like this—do I look like someone who can make fabric?"

Feeling deflated, she sat up and said: "All I know is that you soak a plant in water, after some unknown time you pull out the fibers, and then weave those fibers into cloth."

Now not talking about weaving, just such a plant, I don't even know what kind it is, there are so many plants in the forest, it's really too difficult.

"Does the Beast God have no hints?"

Wu Yue scrunched her face: "If there were hints... huh?"

She suddenly realized that, from doing a task earlier, she seemed to have obtained a book, and she could check inside to see if there were any plants usable for weaving.

Thinking this, her eyes instantly sparkled as she looked toward Yuan Lang: "Yuan Lang, you're truly my lucky star—I forgot that the Beast God seemed to have taught me to recognize some plants; I'll go back and think about it carefully."

Yuan Lang chuckled lightly: "Just tell me if you need me to do anything."

Wu Yue, in a good mood, moved close to the Beastfolk: "Hehe, be careful—I won't be polite with you."

The Beastfolk's eyes deepened: "Hmm, between us, there's naturally no need to be polite."

Bending over, he took a fruit from the basket on the ground and handed it to Wu Yue: "This is a fruit we found in the forest while hunting; it's sweet and tasty, so I brought a few back—try it."

Wu Yue looked at the gray fruit before her: "What kind of fruit is this?"

"Gray fruit."

Yuan Lang said, and with a forceful pinch of his fingers, he split the basketball-sized fruit in half.

The inside of the gray fruit was white flesh; once split, it released a sweet fragrance, very fragrant.

Wu Yue's eyes lit up; she quickly reached out to take it, and Yuan Lang handed her a wooden spoon: "Use this to eat it—the gray fruit has a lot of moisture."

The fruit was very soft, cleanly sweet, and extremely delicious.

Wu Yue ate the whole gray fruit in one go, then rubbed her belly and let out a satisfied burp: "I never expected the forest to have such a delicious fruit."