Chapter 682: Give Me the Medicine Powder

Seeing his pale, weak appearance, Wu Yue let out a soft sigh: "Rest a bit first; I'll wake you when the medicine powder is ready."

Her slightly cool small hand gently covered the Beastfolk's eyes, letting his pain‑tightened dark brows relax.

"Okay."

The Beastfolk slept with his head tilted, a few strands of white hair falling beside his ear, his whole face exposed to the air, handsome and alluring.

The forest weather was changeable; at night it actually began to rain, dense raindrops striking the beast‑skin tent, making the otherwise quiet night seem especially clear.

She sorted the herbs she had gathered from the forest, thinking of selling them to the system space to exchange for more points.

"Shaman Yue Sir, is your medicine powder ready?"

A hoarse voice sounded outside the tent; the next second, without her consent, the beast‑skin flap at the tent entrance was lifted.

A group of three unfamiliar Beastfolk and a shaman wrapped in wide beast‑skin entered, the damp cold night wind pouring through the opened flap made Wu Yue shiver.

She set down the herbs in her hand, rotated her slightly sore neck, took a talisman from the system space, and raised her hand to activate it.

The barrier talisman rose in the fine rain, forming a safe isolation zone; the few unfamiliar Beastfolk felt the icy rain and damp cold wind on their bodies, only then realizing what had happened, and they couldn't help feeling regret.

"We just wanted to ask about the medicine powder; we mean no harm."

The Beastfolk at the front looked both angry and annoyed, his smile twisted by mixed emotions into something grim.

Wu Yue regarded them calmly, a faint smile on her lips: "Oh, you can say that to the healing shaman later, or go tell the great shaman and the clan chief."

After the arrogant remark, Wu Yue then turned to look at the Beastfolk behind her.

Yuan Lang had already awakened when the few people entered the tent.

"I'll tidy the tent."

The previously not‑spacious tent had already been dismantled by the activation of the barrier talisman.

"Shaman Yue, you're only a newly promoted shaman; you can't hold onto the medicine powder for treating parasites. Hand it over to me, and I'll support you for the next opportunity at the Beast God Stone Wall."

The shaman hidden within the wide beast‑skin finally spoke, his voice hoarse like that of many elderly shamans.

Through that wide beast‑skin, she could even feel the sticky, greedy gaze clinging to her body.

"Beast God Stone Wall?"

Wu Yue's eyes flickered; could this be the blood‑red stone wall they brought back from Beast God Mountain earlier?

She found it almost laughable—he himself would snatch the parasite‑treatment medicine powder from her for a chance at the Beast God Stone Wall, what face does he have to promise her another opportunity?

"Don't come again, I can't guarantee you'll all return safe and sound next time."

"Trying to pull a white‑wolf‑out‑of‑nothing stunt on her—really picking the wrong target."

"Fine, fine, fine—I'd like to see how long this newly promoted shaman can act arrogant in the tribe."

The shaman wrapped in the wide beast‑skin seemed furious, the wide beast‑skin trembling slightly.

Immediately, Wu Yue felt a dark, chilling gaze sweep over her body; the unnamed shaman then led several Beastman Warriors away, stepping through the rain.

By now the tent had been re‑erected; the Beastfolk glanced at the dim, gloomy shopfront and pulled over a nearby wide beast‑skin to drape over himself.

"When I came by earlier, I seemed to see a lot of dry grass piled up in the tents at the camp entrance; I'll go fetch some to lay on the ground."

"In the cold, rainy weather, if you just lay beast‑skin on the ground and sleep on it, Yue will surely fall ill."

After speaking, the tall figure tightly wrapped in Beastfolk bao guo charged straight into the rain curtain.

Watching his retreating figure, Wu Yue's crescent‑shaped brows knotted: "Really too reckless—if the ground is damp, just laying a few more layers of beast‑skin would do."

When he comes back later, I'll definitely have a good talk with him.

In the distance, only when that not‑so‑large tent vanished from sight did the corner of Yuan Lang's mouth, hidden beneath Beastfolk bao guo, reveal a cold arc.

He turned on his heel and pursued in the direction the few had gone.

Several Beastman Warriors each grabbed a corner of the beast‑skin and held it high over the head of a thin, short, elderly pure‑human male.

With the beast‑skin and several walls of flesh shielding him, the thin old man didn't get a single drop of rain on him.

But at this moment, the thin old man's expression looked icy and sinister, his inverted‑triangle eyes full of resentment and madness.

A Beastfolk with his hair tied in a braid with grass rope said, "Shaman Sir, the healing shaman is really out of line—actually giving the precious barrier talisman to a female shaman, you didn't even get a share."

The thin old man's sinister triangular eyes glanced sideways at the speaking Beastman Warrior: "What's wrong with me not receiving the shaman's talisman? Are you mocking me?"

After saying that, he hooked the corner of his mouth into a cruel arc; his pitch‑black, sharp fingertips twitched, and a black‑green shamanic energy coiled around the Beastfolk's wrist.

"Ah!!!"

An extremely shrill scream echoed through the camp, and the surrounding tents were flung open one after another.

Someone wanted to curse the midnight troublemaker who disturbed their dreams, but upon seeing the thin old man surrounded by those Beastman Warriors, they all shrank back into their own tents.

"Hurry inside, don't let that Sir see you."

"Ah, I don't know which Beastman Warrior is unlucky this time."

"Those things have nothing to do with you—hurry back and sleep."

A somewhat solemn Beastfolk voice sounded in the tent.

The mentioned female pouted unhappily: "I just thought that burst of shouting was a bit scary."

The speaking Beastfolk let out a light sigh, cradling his female's head in his arms and gently patting her back: "Go to sleep soon; once you're asleep you won't hear it."

The thin shaman coldly watched the Beastman Warrior rolling on the ground; when the Beastman could no longer roll and lay there twitching like a dead fish, he finally sneered and withdrew the black‑green shamanic energy he had previously injected into the Beastman's body.

"Let's go."

As soon as the words fell, he ignored the Beastman Warrior still lying in the rainy night and led the remaining Beastman Warriors away.

Silence spread across the dark rainy night; the tall Beastman Warrior who had been standing closest to the thin shaman suddenly spoke: "Shaman, we were careless this time—we didn't expect this little newly promoted shaman to possess such powerful shamanic talismans. Next time we'll bring more people; I'll definitely strip her of every piece of beast‑skin clothing…"

"Pfft—"

A muffled, sharp weapon piercing flesh suddenly sounded.

The Beastman Warrior, still mid‑sentence, widened his eyes as a cold‑glinting sharp weapon pierced through his chest.

The spurting blood droplets still carried the warmth of the Beastfolk's body, splashing and spattering onto the faces of several people around.

Warm... sticky...

When the short thin shaman saw this scene, the scream in his throat, because of extreme fear, was stuck tight in his throat, only emitting a 'heh heh' sound like that of an old man in the twilight of his life.