Yang Zhou looked at Chen Jiaxu strangely, then at Mo Shuwan who was vomiting. "The captain is—" He suddenly stopped mid-sentence, racking his brains but unable to recall who the captain was. He then smiled sheepishly, "I might have been thinking about something else. Just pretend you didn't hear me."
"Oh, okay."
Because Mo Shuwan suddenly vomited, and it seemed quite violent, Wen Zuo was worried about her and quickly helped her back to the house to rest. Yang Zhou and the others originally wanted to drink, but as soon as they put the bowl to their lips, they remembered how Mo Shuwan had vomited so violently earlier, and immediately lost their appetite. They put the bowl on the grass and went back to their houses to rest.
Ah Xiang stared blankly at the five bowls of soup on the ground.
After Mo Shuwan and the other five returned to the house, the clansmen who had been busy just moments before stopped what they were doing and looked in four directions at the same time.
Liu Dongcheng, who had just lain down and hadn't even fallen asleep yet, frowned. The feeling of being stared at made him very uncomfortable. His displeasure made him get up and walk out of the house. In his line of sight, the clansmen were busy with their own affairs. They all looked at him with surprise, probably because they saw him lying down and then coming out again.
Liu Dongcheng frowned and went back to his house to sleep.
That evening, the group set off on time. Just as they were about to reach the next hunting spot, they encountered several stray prey. However, these prey were extremely powerful, and the group was eventually killed and forced to flee.
Yang Zhou was a step too slow and was snatched away by some prey. The tribesmen's expressions changed drastically, but they were too busy saving their own lives to care about that tribesman who had no status.
"Tell me, who exactly are you people?"
Yang Zhou snorted coldly, glaring fiercely at the prey before him. "You are the prey! You were born to be hunted by us. Now you've turned the tables and captured me. You'll get your comeuppance sooner or later!"
The prey seemed to be communicating, and Yang Zhou tried hard to hear them, but he found that he suddenly couldn't understand what they were saying, which made him a little annoyed.
The prey who had just asked the question looked down at Yang Zhou again and asked, "How many of you are there?"
"I'm not telling you damned prey!"
After Yang Zhou finished roaring, he saw that his prey were communicating again, but he could no longer understand them. He could only vaguely make out that the prey seemed to be discussing how to deal with him, and the final result of their discussion seemed to be to take him away.
Bound like a dumpling, Yang Zhou stumbled along behind his prey with a dark face. They walked and stopped frequently, and soon Yang Zhou discovered that their destination was actually an oasis, and that these prey actually had a map.
Yang Zhou was shocked. The prey deserved to be lowly creatures. How could they have a map!
Wait... a map... what's a map?
Yang Zhou was stunned, tilting his head, extremely uncomfortable with the new word that had just popped into his mind.
But he didn't have time to think it through. He was led by the prey to the edge of the oasis, a place some distance away. There he saw his people, and the prey were still discussing things in a language he couldn't understand. His mouth was gagged so he couldn't make a sound, and he could only watch in disappointment as his people collected the prey and left.
Yang Zhou followed several prey into the oasis.
Why did your companion leave so quickly after coming in?
Yang Zhou glared fiercely at the prey who had asked the question.
"He's obviously no good. Since he won't say anything, we might as well just leave him here to fend for himself."
So Yang Zhou was sent to a place far away from the oasis. He was tightly bound and could not untie himself. He could only stare at the bright stars in the sky in frustration.
grumble!
Suddenly, his ear was bitten hard. Yang Zhou turned his head angrily, but saw nothing. A look of confusion appeared in his eyes. Then, his ear was bitten hard again. He looked around angrily, but found nothing strange.
But with his ears being bitten repeatedly, Yang Zhou couldn't just lie there quietly. He rolled to the side, and before he could even feel smug, he was horrified to see his pants burning.
"Mmm!"
grumble!
Roar!!!
Yang Zhou rolled several times on the ground before the flame burning on his pants was finally extinguished. He looked around in disbelief. He had clearly heard the sound and was indeed attacked, but he couldn't find anything. This strange phenomenon sent a chill down his spine.
Yang Zhou, who was lying on the ground unable to sit up, had his ear bitten again. This time, there was a pulling force, as if trying to drag him away.
Fearing that the strange flames would reappear and burn him to death, Yang Zhou quickly scooted forward, following the pulling force.
roar!
Yang Zhou's face contorted for a moment as both ears were bitten, and he began to wriggle faster. He then realized that as long as he crawled forward, he would not be burned or have his ears bitten, so he could only be more proactive.
He didn't know how long he had been urging forward by the two unidentified creatures. Yang Zhou, whose face was ashen, spat out a mouthful of sand. Urged on by the creatures, he looked ahead. The next moment, a look of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes, but before he could shout out, he was splashed with a mouthful of sand.
With his clansmen by his side, Yang Zhou felt emboldened and was about to fight back when he saw a familiar figure. He paused, his eyes filled with confusion.
"That person...wasn't it me?"
Two distinct growls reached his ears. Yang Zhou crawled forward a few more steps and saw the person who looked exactly like him who had just emerged from under the yellow sand. He was slaughtering his people with the help of others. Strangely, Yang Zhou found that he felt no anger at all.
He quietly moved toward the battlefield, his eyes fixed on the five figures weaving among his people. Before long, all of his people fell.
Yang Zhou stared in disbelief at the dozens of corpses in the distance, slowly sat up, and murmured, "What on earth is going on? Why is there another me?"
Soon, he realized that some of the people had noticed him. They slowly walked over and looked at him with surprise.
"Holy crap, how is he still alive?! This is simply unbelievable!"
"By the way, how many days have we been here? When was the last time we caught him?"
Yang Zhou stared blankly at the person who looked exactly like him.
He heard a calm voice say, "It's been more than twenty days, sixteen days since we caught him last time. I can see the rope marks on his body, and they were indeed tied up by us last time. In other words, he has been in this state for more than ten days and has survived in this place where storms come every few days."
More than ten days have passed since I was arrested?
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