Chapter 544: Taken care of

"Beastman Sir, we won't run away anymore; please, Shaman Sir, forgive us, don't bestow your Shaman's Curse upon us!"

"Beastman Sir, we won't run away anymore!"

"Don't bestow your Shaman's Curse upon us, please!"

"We won't run away anymore!"

"The scene was filled with ghostly wails and wolf howls, and even some males had burst into tears."

"We didn't want to run; it was A San and his group who said so, it was A San and his group who came looking for us!"

"The Wuke Tribe's understanding of the Shaman's Curse could not be clearer; although they take pride in having a shaman in their tribe, it's truly terrifying that this shaman, with a bad temper, often bestows the Shaman's Curse on a whim."

"And as a fearsome poison master, Niluo's curses are all related to the poisonous insects she keeps."

"Just thinking about those pitch-black worms wriggling inside their bodies made everyone tremble uncontrollably."

"They set aside the thought of pushing forward the leading male to lessen their own punishment."

"A San?"

"Ying Ze looked down at the sea of black‑clad people kneeling below, his clear voice tinged with a rare gloom."

"Who is A San? Step forward, and anyone with him, stand up!"

"The gloom in his voice was audible to all, and the crowd below fell silent."

"After a moment, just as Ying Ze was growing impatient, a thin male stood up: 'Beastman Sir, I am A San.'"

"At this point, the thin A San had lost the cleverness he had shown when arranging the escape in the tall grass."

"Faced with the powerful Beastman Warrior, he could only tremble."

"And those with him—I'll ask one last time: step forward yourself."

"After his voice fell, several more males shakily rose: 'Beast... Beastman Sir, we dare not...'"

"Ying Ze gave a cold laugh: 'It seems our Snow Moon Tribe can't keep you; we don't want people like you, even if you are slaves.'"

"Several males felt a jolt in their hearts, then some felt delighted; did the Beastman Sir mean to let them leave?"

"Go!"

"Several Beastfolk exchanged glances, saw delight in each other's eyes, then looked triumphantly at the astonished tribesmen raising their heads, turned, and ran off into the distance."

"The Beastman Sir actually let A San and them go!"

"Then what we just—"

"Don't speak, the Beastman Sir has stood up."

"The males who had been whispering fell silent at once, watching Ying Ze rise, walk forward a few steps, and curl the corner of his mouth into a cold smile."

"Suddenly, everyone felt a cold arc slice through the sunlight; before they could realize what it was, several mournful howls rang out from afar."

"Gradually, the howls faded away, and the long‑grass plain returned to calm."

"It's taken care of."

"The tall Beastman Warrior merely left a brief remark, then returned to sit on the stone as before."

"The Snow Moon Tribe's overseeing male looked with awe at the lazy Beastman Warrior sitting there, then turned to the Wuke Tribe slaves still kneeling in a daze: 'Keep working!'"

"Hurry up, don't slack off!"

"The surrounding Snow Moon Tribe males also realized this, lamenting their Beastman Sir's harsh methods while driving the Wuke Tribe slaves to keep working."

"At that moment, the Wuke Tribe slaves who had risen turned and were also shocked by the sight before them, their faces turning deathly pale."

"Five deep gullies appeared in the ground that had been flat moments before; at the end of each gully lay a shocking expanse of blood‑red, where the several males who had just left now lay."

"Gulp!"

"Gulp!"

"..."

"Zhen Zhen's gulp sounded, and the Wuke Tribe males felt their scalps go numb, immensely relieved they had not followed those who left."