Yu Wanwan nodded, seemingly understanding, and then asked, "What is the Dark Breath? Is the Orc Continent dangerous now?"
Zewu tilted his head and looked at her with a half-smile: "Little thing, you have quite a lot of questions."
His gaze made Yu Wanwan freeze. She covered her face with her hands and turned her back to Zewu with a guilty look on her face.
Ze Wu chuckled and didn't continue asking her questions. Instead, he answered her question: "Dark Breath is the weapon used by the Dark God to erode the Orc Continent. It is something like black mist. Once you are entangled by the Dark Breath, you will be killed by it, or become his puppet and help him kill people."
There was hatred in his eyes.
If it weren't for those dark spirits hunting down the orcs, his parents wouldn't have left the tribe and lost their lives to protect them.
Once upon a time, he had prayed devoutly, hoping that the power of the Beast God could bless and empower the Orc Continent through stone carvings and spiritual flowers. However, his wish was unfulfilled. The Beast God failed to save his parents. In fact, the longer time went on, the weaker the power of the god became. Now, it seemed that he could not even protect the Orc Continent.
Zewu's expression was cold, and Yu Wanwan couldn't help but shudder.
She wanted to go to her nest, but Ze Wu suddenly reached out and pinched her stem with two fingers: "You are a spiritual flower. Tell me how you transmit the power of the Beast God so that I can use this power to fight against those dark auras."
Yu Wanwan struggled uncomfortably: "I don't know either. Please let me go. It hurts."
Zewu was so strong that she felt like her waist was about to be broken.
Zewu seemed not to hear it, his eyes gradually became dull, but he just pinched her fingers like iron and steel, and the strength seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.
Yu Wanwan screamed miserably.
I opened my eyes gasping for breath, and what I saw was Bai Jing's worried look.
Bai Jing wiped the sweat from her forehead and helped her up: "Wanwan, did you have a nightmare? Are you okay?"
Yu Wanwan blinked, still a little unresponsive.
"Wanwan?"
Yu Wanwan wiped her neck and her hands were covered in sweat.
She pressed her chest: "I'm fine."
This time, she was really confused.
She thought it was a dream, but she had a clear perception. She thought it was not a dream, but when she woke up, she was in the cave and Bai Jing was beside her.
She pressed her waist, and the feeling of being strangled seemed to still exist. She lifted her clothes and took a look. Her skin was still white and tender, without any marks of being strangled.
The Mozhou snake that swam in from outside wrapped its tail around her exposed skin and said, "What's wrong? Wanwan has a fever."
"Hot?" Bai Jing reached out and checked.
He is a hot-blooded orc and is not sensitive to changes in temperature, but Mo Zhou is a cold-blooded orc and can quickly detect any slight increase in Yu Wanwan's body temperature.
Bai Jing hurried out: "I'll go call Feihan in."
Yu Wanwan touched her forehead, and to be honest, she didn't feel any fever.
Feihan quickly followed Bai Jing in. He was still wearing a cooking apron and had a worldly air. As soon as he came in, he reached out and touched Yu Wanwan's forehead.
His solemn expression made Yu Wanwan feel as if she had some terminal illness.
"She seems to have a fever. I'll go get some herbs. Bai Jing, take good care of Wanwan. Give her some hot water and cover her with a blanket so she doesn't catch a cold."
Mo Zhou said, "I'll go with you."
The two of them ran out together, and Bai Jing carried Yu Wanwan back to the bed and covered her tightly.
After kissing her, Bo Jing said gently, "Take a rest first. I'll make you some hot soup."
Yu Wanwan scratched her face. She felt that nothing serious was happening to her, but these people treated her as if she were a critically ill patient.
“Actually, I don’t feel like I have a fever.”
Bai Jing stretched out his index finger and pressed her lips: "Fei Han is a witch doctor, I trust his judgment more. You wait for me obediently, I will be back soon."
"Okay then." Yu Wanwan nodded and lay down on the bed obediently.
Bai Jing was satisfied, took out his apron and started cooking.
After confirming that he had left, Yu Wanwan got out of bed, found the plants in the cave, and called out anxiously, "Grandpa Beast God! Grandpa Beast God, are you there?"
The voice in my head rang out, muffled and a little hoarse: "What's wrong, little female? Why are you so anxious? I'm so sleepy."
He yawned loudly.
Unexpectedly, the God of Time was sleeping. Yu Wanwan felt a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, Grandpa, I didn't know you were sleeping."
"Never mind, I don't blame you." He yawned again, "Just tell me what you want to say."
The voice sounded lifeless, and Yu Wanwan then said, "I want to ask you, is the Lord God's name Zewu?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?" The God of Time asked indifferently.
"Then... is he a plant?"
The voice on the other end suddenly died down, and it was only after a long while that it began to sound again: "Little female, who told you about the vegetative state?"
The history of vegetative states is very long, and even the orcs today don’t know much about it. How could Yu Wanwan, a human being, know about it?
He suddenly had a bad feeling.
Yu Wanwan pursed her lips and told him everything about her encounter with Zewu.
She had been struggling for a long time, wondering whether this was a dream or not, but the touch and pain were so real that Yu Wanwan couldn't simply treat it as a dream.
After hearing this, the God of Time was completely awake. He cried out, "Little female, you've taken away Zewu's plant essence!"
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