Wen Zuo became even more worried and reached out to check the temperature on Mo Shuwan's forehead, which was indeed normal.
"Chief! They're back!"
In general, when there are important matters, they are not allowed to whisper when the clan leader is speaking. Even if Wen Zuo was worried, he could only suppress his worries for the time being, and he took Mo Shuwan's hand and stood up, and together they looked at the clansmen who had returned with a prey.
The prey was badly injured and was dragged over by two tribesmen like a dead dog. The prey looked up and sized up the tribesmen. Among the dozens of people, he saw Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo squeezing into the crowd. His eyes widened suddenly, and he opened his mouth to say something, but the tribesman who was pressing him down reached out and snapped his neck.
The tribesman who snapped the prey's neck frowned unhappily. "Chief, we've had terrible luck. We finally found some prey, but it turned out to be rotten."
"Alright, let's head to the next hunting spot once the others get back. You guys go and deal with the carcass of this prey quickly."
Seeing the corpse lying on the sand being dragged like a dead dog by a tribesman, Mo Shuwan felt uneasy for some reason. She stepped forward and snatched the carcass from the prey. "I'll take care of it."
The clansman glanced at Mo Shuwan, shrugged, and said, "Alright then, you handle it."
With Mo Shuwan gone, Wen Zuo naturally couldn't stay any longer. He quickly chased after her, snatched the carcass of the prey from her hands, and carried it on his shoulder. The two of them sped away from the sight of the tribesmen.
—What's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly decide to deal with the carcass of your prey?
Mo Shuwan stared at the carcass of her prey for a long time. "I don't know. I just saw him seem to have something he wanted to say to me."
Wen Zuo looked at Mo Shuwan with a puzzled expression.
—Just because of this?
"Well, not entirely. I don't think he should have died."
Wen Zuo understood. Shu Wan made this decision for no reason. She just felt that the prey should live, and because he died, she felt uncomfortable and wanted to dispose of the prey's body.
He sighed softly, stretched out his hands, and silently began digging a hole.
The tribespeople were still waiting. Although the storm had temporarily changed direction, it didn't mean they were safe. So they needed to get to the next hunting spot as soon as possible. The two quickly buried the carcass of their prey and returned to their tribespeople together.
Not long after they returned, several clansmen who had been sent out by the clan chief to gather information about one of the clansmen who had just gone out returned with grave expressions and said, "Clan chief, they are all dead. They were all beheaded."
The tribesmen gasped. "These damned prey! If I ever see them again, I'll make sure they pay!"
The clan chief sighed.
Of the teams that had set off earlier, only one had not returned, and now that they had all died, there was no reason to wait any longer. The group of dozens set off again, and it took them about ten minutes to reach the next hunting spot.
It was also an oasis, but there was nothing else in it except grass and lakes, yet the tribespeople were extremely happy.
Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo stood outside the oasis. Seeing the joyful expressions of their people, they also felt happy, but they were not so happy inside.
For no reason at all, I felt that everything in front of me was wrong.
After a while, Chen Jiaxu emerged from the oasis carrying a pile of grass and walked up to Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo, smiling as he said, "Why are you two standing here? Aren't you going to steal the prey?"
Mo Shuwan opened her mouth, about to speak, when the clan leader in front shouted, calling for them to assemble.
The chieftain's voice was full of joy, "Alright, now that we have food, there's no point in us staying any longer. Everyone go and have some water, then we'll head back."
Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo were like puppets. When the clan chief said he was going to get some water, the two of them followed the group to the river. After drinking the water, they prepared to return to their city with everyone else. However, they had only gone halfway when the prey they had encountered before reappeared.
Mo Shuwan turned her head blankly to look at Wen Zuo lying beside her. After a moment, she squatted down and touched Wen Zuo's face in disbelief, whispering, "Wen Zuo, what's wrong? Get up quickly."
Blood kept flowing from the corner of Wen Zuo's mouth. He looked at Mo Shuwan, whose face was covered with tears, with a complicated expression. In his final moments, he turned to look at the prey who were slaughtering him. A look of helplessness flashed in his eyes. He moved his fingers lightly on the yellow sand, and before he could finish writing a single word, he breathed his last.
"Wen Zuo... Wen Zuo..."
She seemed to hear a cold snort, followed by a heart-wrenching pain. Her mind went blank for a moment. She looked down at the sword stuck in her heart, then at Wen Zuo lying in front of her. Just like Wen Zuo before, a look of helplessness appeared in her eyes.
Why……
The owner of the sword that had been stuck in her heart pulled it out, and her body lost its support, collapsing violently onto Wen Zuo's corpse in front of her. In her last moments before death, she saw several familiar figures slowly moving away from her sight.
The sandstorm slowly swept in, and in a very short time, the place full of corpses and blood was completely covered by yellow sand. After a long time, there was no smell of blood or corpses, and the massacre that had happened here seemed to have never existed.
...
"Shuwan! You're finally back! I missed you so much!"
Mo Shuwan helplessly reached out and pushed Ah Xiang away, "How many times have I told you, don't rush at me so hard next time!"
Upon hearing this, Ah Xiang scratched her head sheepishly, "I'm sorry, I was so happy to see you all back that I forgot for a moment." She chuckled twice and then hugged Wen Zuo, Liu Dongcheng, Yang Zhou, and Chen Jiaxu, saying "Welcome back" happily each time she hugged them.
After hugging everyone, Ah Xiang turned around and took Mo Shuwan's hand, saying happily, "I personally prepared food and hot soup for you. You've worked hard this time. The chieftain said you can rest this afternoon, but you must go hunting tonight."
"Yes, I know."
After returning to the oasis, they greeted the tribespeople who had arrived late. Mo Shuwan and the other four carried the soup handed to them by A Xiang, their faces full of worry.
It tastes incredibly delicious, but I just don't really feel like eating it.
Turning her head, she saw Ah Xiang's expectant gaze beside her. Mo Shuwan took a deep breath and brought the bowl to her lips, but before she could drink it, she was suddenly overcome with nausea, and most of the soup in her hand spilled out.
Wen Zuo quickly placed the bowl on the grass, gently patted Mo Shuwan's back, and looked worried.
"Is the captain alright?"
Who is the captain?
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