Seeing what was inside, Huang Yue felt as if struck by a thunderbolt, and fell to the ground against the door.

Inside the animal skin was a black thumb with black mud in the nail crevices. There was

even a half-maggot corpse stuck in the black mud.

It was not difficult to imagine what kind of life the owner of the thumb had been leading.

At this moment, the familiar sound of birds came from outside the house again, like the silk thread controlling a puppet, waving a long whip with thorns in Huang Yue's mind again and again. When

the bird's singing ended, the bird outside the house flapped its wings and flew away with a whistling sound.

Huang Yue held the animal skin tightly, wrapped the thumb again, bit her lips tightly, lowered her head, trembled uncontrollably, and cried inconsolably.

"Xiaotian, I'm sorry, it's my sister who didn't protect you well, I'm sorry..."

"Sister will never let you suffer again, never!"

The grief-stricken voice gradually became firm, and the fingertips unconsciously dug deep into the palm.

Bright red blood flowed out, dripping on the black dried bloodstains, covering them one by one, as if forming a protective film on it.

"Huangyue, what's wrong with you? I seem to hear strange movements in your room."

The male's voice came from outside the wooden house.

Huangyue's breathing paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and then spoke softly:

"I'm fine."

The male was passing by, and heard the movement inside. He was worried that something had happened to Huangyue, so he stepped forward to ask about her.

"I'm glad you're okay. If you have any problems, please tell us. We will help you."

Hearing her say this, the male breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave when he suddenly saw a trace of blood left at the door. He frowned again.

"Huang Yue, why is there blood at your door? Are you injured?"

Huang Yue, who was sitting at the door, froze. She quickly put the animal skin in her arms, wiped the tears from her face, pulled the corners of her mouth, and showed a stiff smile.

After trying several times, the smile finally had some "warmth".

She stood up and opened the door, leaving only a gap of a palm, and smiled at the male outside the door:

"I'm fine, this is the blood of the prey."

Seeing Huang Yue's smile, the male's cheeks suddenly became hot, and he scratched his ears and cheeks with a red face and said, "Then, then I'll help you clean up!"

"No, I'm a little tired and want to rest." Huang Yue politely refused, closed the door and blocked the male's sight.

It was not until she heard the male's footsteps leaving that she breathed a sigh of relief and put down her hands against the door.

The male's words just echoed in her mind, and she smiled self-deprecatingly:

"Help me? Who can help me..."

...

By the river, Foxy Jiaojiao sent the two away.

With two large animal skin bags of salt in his hands, he had to put them back in the cabin, but Long Mo seemed to have stayed in the cabin and had not come out.

Foxy Jiaojiao took a deep breath and walked back. That was her cabin, what was she afraid of!

If he flirted with her again, she would just go up and knock him down!

If you don't take advantage of someone, you're a bastard, and if you don't eat tofu, you're also a fool.

Meanwhile, in the cabin.

It took Long Mo a long time to calm down. He waited for a long time but didn't see Foxy Jiaojiao coming back. He put on his clothes and prepared to go out to find her. When he stood up, he found that the blanket on the ground was wrinkled.

He squatted down again and smoothed the blanket bit by bit with his hands. His movements were unfamiliar but cautious, for fear of dirtying or damaging the things in the cabin.

Once she started to tidy up, it was as if she was possessed

. After smoothing out one corner, she found that the corner seemed to be uneven, so she tidied up the whole wooden house. When Long Mo walked to the corner, he found a small wooden box that was open.

Inside were some scraps of cloth and a pile of bone needles. A strange object on the top attracted his attention.

He stretched out his slender hand and pinched a corner of the strange clothes with two fingers. The clothes were very small, with two circles that were not even the size of a palm connected together. It felt soft, as soft as her hand.

The clothes were black with strange white patterns around the edges. They felt a little rough to the touch and looked like spider silk.

A hint of suspicion flashed across Long Mo's golden beast eyes.

He had never seen such animal skin and clothes like this.

But this is not the point.

With such a small amount of fabric, is it because she doesn't have enough animal skins, so she saved money to make such small clothes?

It seems that he has to work harder to hunt and catch more prey with soft animal skins. He can't let his partner be reluctant to use even animal skins.

When Foxy Jiaojiao came in with salt flowers, she happened to see this scene.

Long Mo was standing in the corner of the wooden house, holding a small bra in his hand, studying it seriously...

Foxy Jiaojiao: "......!"

Fuck...

What is he doing? It's okay that he just touched her, but why did he touch her little bra!

Foxy Jiaojiao opened her mouth, revealing a look of surprise and suspicion, and a thought of disgust arose in her heart.

Could he be a psychopath?

"You, you, you put my things down!" Foxy Jiaojiao was dumbfounded, and the salt in her hand fell to the ground with a plop. She came to her senses and pointed at Long Mo's hand.

Long Mo heard the voice, turned around and saw Foxy Jiaojiao standing at the door with a "shy" face. He was more convinced that she didn't want him to find out that she was so frugal, which was why she was so excited.

He looked ashamed, and his fingers subconsciously pinched the little bra in his hand.

Foxy Jiaojiao: "!!"

It's okay for you to just look at it, but you still pinched it!

She felt a wave of shame, and took a few steps forward, snatched her little bra, and was about to drive Long Mo out.

But he promised in a deep and serious voice:

"I will try my best to hunt. You can make your clothes bigger in the future and don't have to save on animal skins."

Foxy was stunned.

Save?

Hearing these strange words, she suddenly understood something. Could it be that he... didn't know what this thing was and thought she was saving fabric?

Then she saw the serious and solemn expression on Long Mo's handsome face, as if he had wronged her. Her guess became more certain.

"..."

She was stupid.

How could she think that the beastman knew what this thing was.

"I know, you go out first, go out quickly." Foxy's ears blushed. She put the bra behind her back with one hand and pushed him with the other hand.

"Okay." Long Mo walked out obediently.

A good partner should do whatever the female says.

Well, he will try to be a good partner.

After sending Long Mo away, Foxy returned to the wooden house and kept wiping the sweat off her face. Looking at the clothes in her hands, she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

She originally planned to use materials from the Beast World to research a small bra for females, but later she felt that the beast skin was too hard, so she could only use fabric from the space to make a template and try out other materials that were suitable.

Who knew that she was too busy recently and had left it in a corner without cleaning it up.

Unexpectedly, Long Mo saw it.

It was simply a scene of social death in the Beast World...