"Are these birds a gift from the Beast God?" Shen Miao said with a cold smile.
Lin Shousheng interjected, "This isn't enough to be a proper greeting gift from the Beast God."
The implication is that things will become even more difficult ahead.
Soon, Shen Miao learned what a higher-level greeting was. One day, Lin Shousheng said that they had arrived at their destination—he judged by the density of the beast god's aura, something Shen Miao was not sensitive to.
Then, Qingchen and Xuelang both developed high fevers.
Both of them were burning like charcoal, which was quite frightening to touch. Shen Miao was even afraid that they would burn to death, so she took out antipyretics from her space and gave them to them.
But it was of no use at all.
Shen Miao discovered a problem: it seemed that the closer she got to the Beast God's territory, the less effective the medicines she took out became.
She didn't know the principle behind it, but she dared not give them the medicine again, fearing it would have the opposite effect. Fortunately, Lin Shousheng came along.
He diagnosed and treated them, prescribed medicine, and even used a unique and mysterious medical method that the orcs couldn't understand, finally managing to bring down their high fever.
Shen Miao wanted to keep the two of them, but Qing Chen and Xue Lang refused, so she had no choice but to take them in with her.
They were extremely thirsty along the way, but couldn't find any water anywhere. The two patients who had just recovered had chapped lips. Chen Miao made up her mind and decided to take water out of her spatial storage.
Just then, a female beast with a very gentle appearance came over with a water bag and said, "You are beastmen from out of town, aren't you? Can't find a water source? This is water I brought from home, please take it and drink it."
Shen Miao said modestly, "That's not a good idea. Water sources don't seem to be easy to find around here. If we drink yours, you won't have any left."
"It's alright, you're our guests." The female beast handed the water pouch to Chen Miao, smiled at her, and turned to leave.
Shen Miao's throat was already parched. Holding several heavy water bags in her hands, she didn't think twice before giving one to each person and then opening the lids to pour the water down her throat.
"etc!"
Lin Shousheng grabbed her wrist.
Shen Miao asked in confusion, "Uncle Lin, what's wrong?"
"This water is undrinkable." Lin Shousheng said solemnly, then threw the water pouch in his hand to the ground. The water spilled onto the ground and began to hiss and steam.
Shen Miao was startled. What was this? Why was the water steaming? If she drank it, wouldn't her internal organs be burned?
She quickly turned around, snatched Qingchen's water pouch, and took the snow wolf's pouch as well, throwing them all out.
Shen Miao was furious. She told the others and stormed out to confront the female beast. She looked around but couldn't find the female beast who had delivered the water.
In just a short while, the person disappeared!
It is clear that this female beast came prepared, with the intention of poisoning them.
Shen Miao was still angry, but she couldn't find the culprit to vent her anger on. So she kicked a tree by the roadside and prepared to go back and talk to Qing Chen and the others.
However, when she turned around, she found that the path she had come from was gone.
Instead, behind her was a sea of fire, and countless ghostly figures with their mouths agape, shouting loudly, yet no sound came out. Only their frantically flailing limbs revealed their madness.
Shen Miao stumbled back a few steps, her face filled with panic.
What is this? Is it the Road to the Underworld? How did she suddenly end up in this place?
Shen Miao turned and ran in another direction, only to find that the bright and sunny sky was gone, replaced by a gray sky, and the surrounding scenery seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gray mud and sand.
She ran frantically, calling out Qingchen's name.
No, no, the place where they landed vanished into thin air!
"Qingchen, Uncle Lin, Snow Wolf, where are you? Come out!"
Shen Miao tripped and fell, her chin seemingly cut, but she felt no pain. She spun around, the surrounding scenery constantly changing, one moment a raging fire, the next a pot of boiling oil. She even saw something that looked like a person but wasn't quite, being pressed alive into the scalding oil.
The thing struggled incessantly, spraying countless drops of oil, but this did not prevent it from being quickly boiled into a pot of rotten meat.
Shen Miao retreated repeatedly, only to find a completely different scene behind her.
A person who was originally upright was, after being judged, turned into a pig on all fours in the blink of an eye.
Shen Miao became increasingly alarmed as she looked around. If she wasn't mistaken, this place must be the eighteenth level of hell!
How did she end up in the Eighteenth Level of Hell? She was clearly with Qingchen and the others. Right, they came to the territory of the Beast God, who harbored great malice towards them. So, it's very likely that the Beast God was behind all of this!
At this moment, Shen Miao suddenly woke up. This was not reality, but an illusion. However, if she could not leave this place, she would be slowly assimilated by the illusion. At that time, even if she wanted to leave, she would not be able to.
No, she wants to leave, she wants to get out!
How can I get out?
Shen Miao's brain was working rapidly, her fingers nervously scratching and fidgeting. Suddenly, her hand brushed against a bulge on the animal hide, her eyes lit up, and she pulled the thing out.
It was the stone knife she always carried with her.
Shen Miao gripped the stone knife and slashed her hand hard. The sharp pain instantly cleared her mind. She held onto the pain, and once the wound healed, she started slashing again.
Unbeknownst to me, my hands were already covered in blood.
The persistent pain made her vision blurry, but the terrifying scenes were fading away little by little. The clearer her mind became, the more fragile the hallucinations became.
Finally, the illusion completely disappeared, and the path she had seen when she ran out reappeared in front of Shen Miao.
She was breathing heavily and stumbled as she ran toward Qingchen and the others. But whether it was from blood loss or shock, she fell heavily to the ground after only a few steps.
"Wonderful!"
Lin Shousheng exclaimed in surprise and ran out to help her, but Qingchen was faster than him. In the blink of an eye, he was already beside Shen Miao.
Shen Miao climbed up by Qing Chen's hand, groping his hand, his shoulder, his face. They were all warm. She was back. She had returned from the deepest hell!
"What happened to you?" Qingchen hugged her tightly.
Shen Miao leaned on his shoulder, and for the first time felt that having such a shoulder to lean on was the happiest thing in the world.
Lin Shousheng walked over and pulled the two apart. "Stop hugging! Shen Miao, you need to take care of your hand right away!"
Shen Miao blushed slightly, only then noticing the many wounds on her hands. She quickly pleaded with Lin Shousheng, "Uncle Lin, please be gentle, I'm afraid of pain."
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