After thinking for a while, Manghu said again, "That's settled then. I need to go help. There are at least thirty people in the tribe who have been injured this time. We simply can't handle it all."

After saying that, as if to avoid Li Qing, Mang Hu turned sideways and quickly left.

Li Qing turned around and glanced at Chu.

“Go ahead, I’ll take care of myself and Big Black,” Chu comforted him. “Don’t worry, we’re both really fine. Big Black should rest more. When it wakes up, just give it something to eat. The people in this tribe are very kind. They’ll give us anything we ask for.”

Li Qing forced a smile at Chu and followed Mang Hu.

After a moment of silence, Li Qing asked softly, "Is there anything I can do?"

As they were talking, two more people walked up to them, carrying an old man as they passed by.

The old man's face was contorted in pain. He clutched his stomach with one hand and his mouth with the other, coughing violently a few times.

This exacerbated the old man's pain, and he weakly said, "Put...put me down, it hurts, it hurts!"

The two men had no idea what was wrong with the old man, so they could only carefully put him down.

After the old man was put down, he knelt on the ground, supporting himself with his hands, and coughed even more violently.

With each cough, the old man's face grew paler and paler; his condition was so serious that each cough only worsened his symptoms.

The two men were caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to help or not. They exchanged glances, and one of them gently walked to the old man's side, knelt down, and lightly supported his back with one hand to help him catch his breath. The other leaned over the old man and asked with concern, "Why don't we take you to Ye Wu's place first? This coughing can't go on, and it looks like..."

The old man shook his head, then coughed a few more times. This time, his cough sounded like it contained phlegm, and he forcefully spat a clump of liquid onto the ground.

There was a pool of blood!

The two were terrified and ran as fast as they could towards a group of people.

They had no idea what to do. They originally wanted to carry him to Ye Wu's place, but seeing how weak the old man was, they dared not make any rash moves, for fear that if they moved him even slightly, the old man would die.

Mang Hu turned back and looked at the old man with concern, then said blankly, "I don't know... I don't know what to do either... This is the first time I've seen something like this."

Li Qing looked around the Qingye tribe and, after observing the sick patients, suddenly felt something was amiss.

Whether it was the elderly person, the few people with more severe symptoms, or those with milder symptoms... they all had one thing in common: they were all clutching their stomachs and coughing forcefully, as if they were deliberately forcing themselves to cough!

Even though this action exacerbated their pain.

Why is that? Why would they do that? Is it because they have an upset stomach?

Li Qing followed Mang Hu to a place where more people were gathered.

There were many more patients lying here, regardless of gender or physical strength, writhing in pain on the ground. Among them was a short man bustling about.

He must be Ye Wu.

Li Qing thought to himself.

"Ye Wu, how is it? Is there any result?"

"What happened to them? Were they framed by other tribes while they were out?"

"It must have been the work of the poison witch! It must be! They couldn't have been poisoned suddenly; they must have been framed by a poison witch from another tribe. Damn it, our tribe never provokes other tribes easily, so why are they always causing trouble for us!"

"No matter who they are, we won't swallow this insult!"

The discussion grew increasingly heated, and just as it reached its peak, a voice rang out: "Shut up! Don't disturb Ye Wu. They need rest too. All of you, leave. Don't bother them until Ye Wu tells you to do something!"

The speaker was a tall man, about the same height as Li, with a body covered in a chaotic tattoo of various animal patterns. On his right hand was a leaf pattern, and on his left hand was a bear head. The bear looked very gentle, unlike other tribes that tattooed ferocious carnivorous beasts with bared teeth and fangs to show off their strength. This seemed to represent the attitude of the Qingye tribe. They did not provoke trouble, had no intention of expanding their territory or harming other tribes, but they were by no means a weak tribe that would be bullied.

His tattoos were very different from anyone else's in the tribe. Clearly, this must be the chief of the Qingye tribe. On the way back, Manghu had briefly introduced the chief to Li Qing. He had a strange name, Xiong Ga, and was an experienced level two warrior. True to his name, he was very good friends with a big brown bear.

The chief's words were like sacred decrees in the tribe. Moreover, these people respected Xiong Ga very much. Upon hearing Xiong Ga's command, they all cooperated well and quietly withdrew.

At this moment, Xiong Ga also looked haggard. He walked over to Ye Wu, who was squatting next to a woman with one hand on her abdomen, and asked in a low voice, "How is it? Do you know what happened? Was it the work of other tribes?"

Ye Wu shook his head.

“Then, what happened?” Xiong Ga frowned, speaking very softly, afraid of disturbing Ye Wu. “Their situation looks very bad, could it be…”

Xiong Ga didn't dare to say the last word.

“I don’t know,” Ye Wu shook his head, his voice sounding very frustrated. “I read their relevant memories, but they just went to other tribes to trade and then returned to their own tribe. They didn’t encounter anything strange along the way, nor did they eat anything strange. But they still collectively broke out in illness after returning to their tribes… It can be basically ruled out that people from other tribes were behind it, because none of them accepted any food or even a drop of water from the other tribes!”

"How could they all suddenly have such a serious illness?"

Ye Wu shook his head.

Just then, Mang Hu's voice suddenly came from behind them: "Is it possible... that they ate something bad on the way here, causing their stomach aches?"

Xiong Ga and Ye Wu were discussing the poisoning incident and didn't notice that there was someone behind them. Just as they were about to turn around and scold him, they saw that the other person was Mang Hu, who had just escaped from the Mishan tribe. They sighed and said, "How is this possible? Our tribe has lived here for so long. If there were other poisonous plants here, this phenomenon would not have taken so long to occur."

Xiong Ga walked up to Mang Hu and gently patted his head: "Take Li Qing to rest first. You've finally returned to the tribe. You don't need to help here. We can handle it."