Chapter 683: with translation of chapter title

In the night not far from them, a silhouette stood upright; under the pitch-black rain curtain, that distinctively jointed big hand exerted slight force, and the sharp weapon that had impaled the Beastfolk straight through was pulled out from the corpse that had long lost its warmth.

As the sticky footsteps gradually approached, under the night sky that person's stern face curled a chilling smile at the corner of the lips, extraordinarily eerie.

The next morning, in the forest that had rained all night, even the wind carried a damp feeling.

Wu Yue was just tidying her clothes, preparing to go out for food, when she was suddenly drawn by a series of chaotic exclamations from outside.

"What happened?"

Quickly finishing tidying her clothes, Wu Yue pulled open the beast‑hide curtain and rose to walk outside.

"It must be because last night the weather was too hot and humid; something must have happened to the Kuma tribe people who have parasites inside their bodies."

A somewhat low‑pitched voice sounded from the edge of a slightly farther tent; Wu Yue turned her head and saw Yuan Lang struggling to sit up, his face slightly pallid.

The step she was about to take stopped immediately: "What's going on? Why does your face look so awful?"

Yuan Lang frowned, his pallid, blood‑less lips pressed together as he seemed to endure the discomfort in his body: "Because the parasites suppressed by the herbal medicine inside me have been restless whenever it rains, only calming a bit after the rain stops."

Wu Yue quickly stepped forward and helped him up: "You're feeling awful, why didn't you tell me? Honestly, you…"

She was about to say something more when the beast‑hide curtain she had half‑lifted was suddenly flipped up by someone arriving; a somewhat solemn voice sounded outside the tent: "Shaman Wu Yue, please come out with the few Beastman Warriors who returned with you yesterday."

Some things have happened in the tribe; the great shaman and the chieftain have ordered us to inspect every tent and tribe member.

Wu Yue patted the pallid Yuan Lang beside her: "Just keep sleeping, I'll go check it out."

Yuan Lang obediently grabbed a corner of the beast‑hide blanket, lay down as told, but his eyes beneath the blanket held a hint of dark, gloomy chill.

After Wu Yue stepped out of the tent, many Kuma tribe members were already standing on the small open space less than five square meters; leading them was the burly Beastman Warrior who had always stayed beside the Kuma chieftain.

"Shaman Wu Yue, please forgive our upcoming actions; your tent and the Beastman Warrior inside it need to be inspected."

Wu Yue gave a slight smile and nodded: "This concerns the tribe's safety; I will of course cooperate with the inspection, but the Beastman Warrior inside my tent is unwell and still resting, so he probably can't walk out on his own—please send two Beastman Warriors to carry him out."

Seeing the burly Beastman furrow his brows, wanting to refuse, Wu Yue quickly said: "The parasites react strongly to last night's rain, so the Beastman Warrior beside me has been tormented all night and has no strength to get up."

The burly Beastman, upon hearing this, furrowed his thick brows: "That Beastman can't get up?"

Wu Yue nodded helplessly, and in the next instant, as if recalling something, two tiny flames of anger sparked in her eyes: "Speaking of last night, I was about to go and tell the healing shaman or the chieftain that I was sorting herbal medicine in my tent last night…"

In front of everyone gathered before the tent, Wu Yue angrily recounted in full how someone had come yesterday to forcibly seize the parasite medicine powder.

"This concerns the lives of all members of the Kuma tribe, yet your patrolling Beastfolk showed no reaction at all—if something happens to the medicine powder and the great shaman blames us, who will be responsible?"

Those words hit hard—not only the patrolling Beastman Warriors nearby, but even the burly Beastman who constantly stayed by the chieftain's side broke out in a sweat.

He casually pointed to two Beastman Warriors to go inside and inspect, then hastily turned and headed toward the chieftain's tent.

Watching their retreating figures, Wu Yue's angry expression instantly faded; after her eyes shifted a few times, she turned back into the tent with a calm face.

The unwell Yuan Lang had already sat up, leaning against the pillow behind him, his gaze toward her resembling that of a big dog that had just torn up the house and been scolded by its owner.

The little flame in Wu Yue's heart sputtered out with a "puff‑hiss".

"Hmph, Warrior Yuan Lang is so impressive—even sick he can go out stirring up trouble; why are you looking at me like that now?"

The Beastman scratched his cheek, a little embarrassed: "I was actually just going to fetch dry grass, but when I walked down the road and heard those people speaking rudely, I couldn't hold back and beat up a few of them."

He glanced furtively at Wu Yue; seeing her expression normal, he relaxed a little: "Don't worry, that skinny old man—I just gave him a beating, I didn't mean to take his life."

"Ding~"

Suddenly, a clear voice rang in her mind; Wu Yue's eyes lit up at the thought: "Tongzi, is the medicine powder ready?"

The chubby, short little Tongzi wiped away a nonexistent sweat; his originally soft voice also showed a hint of fatigue: "After working overtime, it's finally done, but this tiny amount is only enough for ten people."

Having said that, the little fat one waved his hand, and Wu Yue felt a cool thing appear in her palm; looking up, it was indeed a smooth, delicate, plain‑colored small porcelain bottle.

"Is this the medicine powder for treating the parasites?"

The Beastman's low voice sounded in her ear, his warm breath blowing over her nearly transparent earlobe, raising a fine layer of down.

Her delicate ear twitched involuntarily; Wu Yue gave a light cough, averted her gaze, rose, picked up the bamboo tube filled with clean water, and turned to hand it to Yuan Lang.

She then poured out some medicine powder for him: "Take the medicine quickly; once we reach the tribe, after we settle the affairs of the Forest River Forest here, we'll set out for the Sea Eel Tribe to take over our coastal territory."

Yuan Lang gave her a teasing glance at her ears flushed with a pink hue, lightly laughed as he took the water and medicine powder, and obediently swallowed them.

The two then gathered the Beastman Warriors of the Snow Tiger Tribe and distributed the medicine powder to them one by one to take.

Only after everyone had taken the medicine did Wu Yue notify the patrolling Beastfolk to summon the healing shaman.

The excited healing shaman, sporting two huge dark circles under his eyes, sat in Wu Yue's not‑very‑spacious small tent, gazing at the edge of the encampment with a look of longing.

"Why hasn't he come back yet?"

God only knows how tormented the little old man has been these past two days; new tribe members have already shown signs of parasite infection, and the number of people in the quarantine zone keeps growing.

Speaking of that terrifying parasite capable of boring straight through a person, everyone in the encampment feels uneasy, dreading the moment they might unknowingly become host to that horrible worm.

"Even if the worm inside the body is killed, its dead form still needs to be expelled; please don't rush, just wait a bit."