Chapter 644: Who is it?

At lunch, they ate the long-eared rabbit roast meat with added seasoning specially provided by the healing shaman; Wu Yue lay very leisurely on the soft beastskin mat and soon fell asleep in a daze.

Buzz buzz buzz!!!

Suddenly, Wu Yue, immersed in her beautiful dream, felt as if her eardrums were being struck by waves of strong energy, producing a buzzing sound that made her head spin.

She painfully covered her ears.

But the invisible energy wave ignored her hands and struck her fragile eardrums again.

Just as she endured the ear pain and headache, opened the shop to exchange for a barrier talisman, accompanied by a sharp hiss, that powerful invisible energy was instantly blocked by another equally powerful energy.

In the silent tent, only the sound of heavy breathing echoed inside.

Wu Yue's hands hanging at her sides still trembled slightly; she collapsed limp into the soft beastskin mat, gasping heavily, her eyes still holding the relief of having survived a disaster.

"Shaman... shaman, are you... are you alright?"

The intermittent voice came from outside the tent; it was the beastman guard.

Wu Yue swallowed saliva to moisten her dry throat, but her voice still came out hoarse: "I'm fine; what just happened?"

The beastman warrior outside the tent let out a heavy breath: "I don't know, but that powerful energy wave behind was from the Grand Shaman."

Grand Shaman...

The Grand Shaman directly addressed by the beastfolk could only be the Grand Shaman of the Kuma Tribe.

And the energy wave that required a tribe's Grand Shaman to intervene to block...

Wu Yue's pupils contracted; could it be that the Sea Snake Tribe discovered the salt had been moved out?

Moments later, after she had just recovered, the beastman guard's low voice came from outside the tent: "Shaman, that powerful energy wave just now was the Sea Snake Tribe's Grand Shaman; it's said that all the snow salt the Sea Snake Tribe brought to this trade fair has disappeared, not a grain of salt left in the cave."

Wu Yue's slightly weak voice sounded in the tent: "Okay, got it; I'll rest a while, don't disturb me."

The beastman replied softly, then respectfully continued guarding outside.

On Wu Yue's face in the tent appeared a sly smile; that Sea Snake Grand Shaman, furious to this extent, actually launched a non-selective energy attack at the trade fair's encampment.

In the afternoon, the entire trade fair encampment was immersed in a tense atmosphere; each encampment's stalls were questioned once by the Sea Snake Tribe's beastman warriors, either friendly or violent.

Even the encampments of each tribe had Sea Snake Tribe beastman warriors or shamans of equivalent status come to inquire.

Inside the Sea Snake Grand Shaman's tent, the air was frozen and cold, like a winter sea surface, making people shiver.

The two beastman captains assigned to guard the Salt Cave now lay prostrate on the ground inside the tent, their faces deathly pale, drenched in cold sweat.

"Not a grain of salt remains in the whole cave; tell me no one has entered or exited."

The Sea Snake Grand Shaman's voice was hoarse and cold, as if a snake's tongue licked over the body, sticky and terrifying.

His thin, sharp fingers slightly lifted; the two beastmen kneeling on the ground felt as if something had caught their necks, their faces turning purple, their eyes full of painful pleading.

The few middle-aged beastmen sitting below twitched their faces, but fell silent upon seeing their Grand Shaman's grim expression.

Two dull thuds of heavy objects falling sounded; the two beastmen's limbs went limp and they collapsed on the ground, panting heavily.

"Get out."

The cold voice sounded from above; the two struggled to lift their bodies and slowly crawled out of the tent.

"Shaman, our salt..."

The Sea Snake Chieftain licked his dry lips, his voice somewhat hoarse as he opened his mouth to ask.

"After returning, assign these two wastes to the most barren and chaotic territories; the salt lost this time will be fully replenished next year from your territories."

The cold voice directly interrupted the Sea Snake Chieftain's words; the chieftain suddenly exhaled and nodded repeatedly.

"All of you, get out."

The thorough investigation lasted a full two days, ultimately ending without any results.

This matter became the talk of all the tribes in the trade fair encampment; previously, everyone viewed the Sea Snake Tribe with awe and fear, but now those gazes carried a hint of sympathy.

Moreover, everyone speculated wildly about who dared to steal the Sea Snake Tribe's entire salt supply and remain undiscovered.