Chapter 517: Mushroom Head

The two walked out of the cave together, the forest wind rustling the surrounding leaves with a crisp clatter, mixed with the laughter of the tribespeople and their cubs.

Feeling the atmosphere completely different from his own tribe, A Man smiled and looked at the Dong Sang clan chief: "What's wrong, Dong Sang? Is there anything you still can't say in front of the shaman?"

The Dong Sang clan chief sighed: "Originally, when the Medicine Shaman Sir came to our tribe, I should have arranged the best cave in the tribe for you to live in, but..."

He glanced at the cave he previously lived in, brows furrowed: "You also know the best cave in our tribe is where I live, but a few days ago our tribe's supplies were looted, and the shaman and beastman warrior of the Snow Moon Tribe helped me retrieve them, so my tribe has now given that cave to the Snow Moon Tribe's shaman and beastman warrior to reside in."

A Man frowned: "That... from the Snow Moon Tribe, is he a shaman sir?"

The Dong Sang clan chief scratched his head: "He is a shaman."

A shaman, not a shaman sir, because Wu Yue Sir has never said he is a shaman sir.

A hint of contempt flashed in A Man's eyes: "Just a shaman, let her stay in another cave and that would be fine."

Dong Sang felt bitter inside: "You Huo Teng Tribe are so awesome, you don't even care about a shaman, but I can't—I'm just a tiny tribe in a remote forest, how dare I speak to a shaman like that? I'd probably die too slowly."

Seeing his bitter expression after drinking the bitter shamanic medicine, A Man instantly understood the Dong Sang clan chief's dilemma.

Laughing, he slapped his shoulder: "Come on, I'll go with you—the shaman of this small tribe will surely know our shaman sir is coming and will voluntarily give up the cave."

The Dong Sang clan chief secretly sighed in relief, his eyes full of gratitude: "That's really great."

A Man smiled: "Then wait here a moment, I'll go tell the shaman sir."

The Dong Sang clan chief nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I'll wait here for you."

A Man moved quickly, or rather, the Medicine Shaman, now immersed in the deliciousness of the stone-skin fruit, had no time to pay him any mind, waving him off with a flick of the hand.

Seeing the Dong Sang clan chief still waiting where he was, the expelled A Man sheepishly rubbed his nose: "Let's go, I've already spoken with the shaman."

The two all the way to the cave where Wu Yue and a few others lived, they happened to run into Teng Qian, who had just returned from hunting.

Seeing that familiar sturdy figure and the familiar ring of mushrooms on his head, Teng Qian's hand trembled and he exclaimed: "Mogu Tou!"

"Mogu... Mogu... Tou!!!"

The Dong Sang clan chief's hand shook, his left foot tripping over his right, nearly falling; after steadying his staggering stance, he quickly turned his head to look at A Man beside him.

The Huo Teng Tribe's people like to wear a ring of mushrooms on their heads; this mushroom holds great significance for them.

Although he was also curious when he first saw it, he had never before seen anyone dare to call out "Mogu Tou" in front of the Huo Teng Tribe's people.

Previously, a hostile tribe had also called the Huo Teng Tribe's people that way, and in the end that beastman warrior never appeared again.

Thinking of Teng Qian's identity, Dong Sang couldn't help but feel anxious: "Captain A Man, Teng Qian comes from other territories and doesn't know you are a member of the Huo Teng Tribe; please forgive him!"

But after his words faded and there was still no reply from A Man, the Dong Sang clan chief's heart sank instantly—it looks like Teng Qian is in for bad luck.