Chapter 545: Beastfolk's Intimidation and the Shaman's Curse

Thud! Thud!

A series of dull sounds rang out, and the Uk Tribe people, who had just been panicking, now had faces as pale as tribesmen frozen to death in winter.

On this not-so-large clearing, a strong fishy smell began to spread, and someone had even been frightened into urinating.

After a moment, someone finally came to their senses from the blinding red, trembling as they banged their head on the ground thump thump thump: 'Beastman Sir, spare our lives, we won't dare again, we will work, we will definitely work properly...'

Spare our lives, Sir!

Don't kill us! Don't kill us!

The rising and falling pleas of terror made Ying Ze, seated on the large stone, furrow his brows: 'Shut up.'

The Beastfolk's clear voice, tinged with a bit of irritation, instantly silenced the clearing.

Looking at this group of Uk Tribe people with snot and tears on their faces, even emitting a foul odor, Eagle Eye frowned and coldly shouted: 'Shut up.'

Immediately, that clear gaze turned to the three people standing dumbfounded to the side: 'You three will be rewarded with two days of barbecue, and from now on you will manage these runaway slaves.'

The two middle-aged males and the young male stared, then incredulously glanced at the Beastfolk seated on the large stone, and then at the extremely familiar tribe below.

The young male and his father gulped hard, their eyes unconsciously turning to their uncle and older brother standing nearby.

Being stared at by the two simpletons, even the oldest male's stiff face twitched a few times: 'Sir... we are just ordinary people, and our combat strength is not strong.'

Afraid of not being able to control these tribespeople, he merely lifted his eyes and could see several who had been extremely arrogant in the tribe before.

These people submit to the strength of the Beastman Warrior, but when the Beastman Sir is not around, they themselves are merely being pressed to the ground and rubbed.

Ying Ze naturally knew his worry; upon hearing this, he merely sneered: 'After returning to the tribe today, their bodies will be implanted with the Shaman's Curse; if anyone disobeys and causes trouble, you, the manager, can punish them.'

Under the Beastfolk's icy cold gaze, the middle-aged male's scalp tingled, his eyes flickering, and he finally bowed firmly: 'Mu Sang will definitely manage these slaves well.'

Ying Ze let out a soft hum as if in agreement: 'Go get to work.'

Now, the previous male manager also fell silent, instead smiling as he looked at the newly appointed slave manager.

Mu Sang's face twitched, he took a deep breath, looking at each familiar face: 'Get up, continue working.'

The Uk Tribe slaves naturally heard the Beastman Sir's words just now; although they felt odd about Mu Sang, whom they had never previously regarded, managing them, they dared not show it at all.

Even the few muscular men who had previously clashed with Mu Sang and the three of them struggled to squeeze out a fawning smile, then, with twitching faces, followed behind the large group toward the tall grass.

Seeing that the footsteps around all revealed cautious tribespeople, the young male gulped hard, turning his gaze to his uncle, which now carried a hint of reverence.

Uncle, I will listen to you from now on.

Good grief, if it weren't for Uncle today, they would also be starving or even subjected to that terrifying Shaman's Curse.

Having learned the lesson of blood sacrifice, this group of Uk Tribe slaves no longer dared to cause any trouble, each one obedient like the wild chickens formerly raised in the tribe.

At dinner time, Ying Ze told Wu Yue, Yuan Lang, and a few others what had happened today; Wu Yue also fully cooperated, in front of all the tribespeople implanting the Shaman's Curse on each runaway Uk Tribe slave.

She even demonstrated the curse's power before everyone; the male afflicted by the curse seemed to endure immense torment, veins bulging on his exposed skin, he lay prone on the ground relentlessly striking his head against it, the dull impact sounds leaving no doubt about his force.

Blood slowly seeped from his lips, ears, nose, and even the corners of his eyes; he strained to open his mouth wide, yet could not emit a single sound.

You are not ordinary tribespeople; you are merely slaves of the Snow Moon Tribe. Disobedient slaves have no worth, and your fate holds only one outcome.

Wu Yue's gaze was icy as she looked down at the Uk Tribe slaves kneeling and trembling below; she felt no sympathy at all.

If I had not returned in time, the people of my small tribe might be even more miserable than they are now.

With a calm expression, she waved her arm; the male who had just been in agony, wanting to end his life, collapsed limp onto the land already soaked with his sweat.

She then turned and left the clearing with a few Beastman Warriors.

That scene not only shocked the Uk Tribe slaves, but even the Snow Moon Tribe people and several other tribespeople who had come to learn food making couldn't help but swallow.

Good grief, shamans are indeed terrifying beings.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye; at this moment, in Wu Yue's mountain cave, Wu Yue stared intently at the robust severed arm in the green liquid, murmuring softly: 'Good grief, this arm looks healthier than Ying Ze's unbroken arm right now.'

'Dog Host, hurry and attach the arm to that little bird; I can't wait to see you level up.'

In the system space, the virtual five-short little Tongzi eagerly rubbed its hands, eyes full of excitement.

Wu Yue, immersed in the miraculous power of the potion, felt her emotions stir upon hearing this; she took a deep breath, stood up, and walked outward.

At this time, the sky had been draped in a layer of dark blue gauze; in the distance, the clearing showed one firepit after another, with tribespeople sitting around them, chatting and laughing as they ate.

At the cave entrance were a few Beastman Warriors, along with Majie and the tribespeople of the Dongsang Tribe who had come to learn how to make food using corn.

It seemed they heard her footsteps; they all stopped talking and looked toward the cave interior.

Bu Lun, grease dripping from his mouth as he gnawed on a wild boar leg, enthusiastically greeted: 'Shaman Wu Yue, come eat meat; we've saved the tenderest part for you.'

Wu Yue glanced amusedly at this glutton: 'We'll eat the food later; there are more important things to do now.'

She said, smiling eyes turning to Ying Ze: 'Ying Ze, come in with me.'

Ying Ze's clear pupils instantly widened; he suddenly stood up, his chest heaving violently several times in the astonished gazes of the two other tribespeople, before he slowly exhaled and stepped toward Wu Yue.

Yuan Lang had already risen to her side the moment Wu Yue emerged: 'Ready?'

Wu Yue nodded with a smile: 'Mm.'

Immediately she looked at the Teng Qian brothers, also preparing to follow: 'You two stand guard outside; don't let anyone come in to disturb.'