inspire-indiana Chapter 119 The weak and the strong
Chapter 119 The weak and the strong
At this time, Nishi Ichisu was busy fixing the pottery jar in the backpack.
"Xiqi."
"Wu? Do you want to talk to me about something?"
Xi Yiqi answered without raising his head, and stuffed a few more chopped nuts he had chopped on the way back into the backpack.
It’s getting late, so we have to set off early to avoid being unable to reach the cave before dark, which would be dangerous.
"Manfeng is dead." Wu Yu revealed the news softly.
Upon hearing the news, Xi Yiqi paused, slowly tightened the leather straps, then raised her head and looked at Wu Yu with sparkling eyes: "Really? This is great!"
There was an expression of surprise on her face, and she seemed to be genuinely grateful.
Wu Yu nodded: "Yamaye sent someone to tell me that his death was very sudden."
"Oh? Why do you say that?"
The girl in front of me seemed very curious.
"He died on the way back to the Shanyan Tribe. This is indeed a good thing for us." When Wu Yu said this, there was a smile on his face.
After hearing this, Xi Yiqi also breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great, otherwise if he goes back and talks nonsense, our tribe will be in even greater danger."
As she spoke, she lowered her head and stroked the edge of the backpack, her eyes lowered, trying to hide the complicated thoughts in her eyes.
"Well... yes, but his death was a little strange."
"What's going on?"
"It appears he died of poisoning."
"Ah?! So that's the case. But he must have offended a lot of people. I don't know who harmed him..." Nishi Ichiki seemed very surprised.
"Yes, but this is a good thing for us... What's that on your head?" Wu Yu nodded in approval, a look of relief appearing on his face. Then he changed the subject and took a few steps towards Xi Yiqi.
"What?" Xi Yiqi looked at Wu Yu's outstretched hand, which was about to touch his head.
"Let me help you..."
"Well, thank you Wu."
"By the way, it is said that when he died, he suddenly fell to the ground while holding his chest. There didn't seem to be anything unusual, but I guess it should be..."
At this point, Wu Yu paused and then asked casually, "I've taught you this symptom before. I haven't taken you to identify herbs for a while. Can you guess what it is?"
"Really? I haven't reviewed herbal medicine for a long time, so I really can't guess it for a moment." Xi Yiqi frowned, as if he couldn't figure it out even after racking his brains, and a bit of embarrassment and shame appeared on his face.
Wu Yu looked at her deeply, the expression in his eyes was unreadable.
At this time, Xi Yiqi said softly: "Wu, isn't it better for him to die? It doesn't matter what kind of poison it is."
"This has nothing to do with our Yanyuan tribe..."
At the moment when it was about to touch, the hand stopped.
Yes, as long as you die, does it matter how you die?
Wu Yu withdrew his hand.
"Well, I can't take you to the forest to identify herbs during this period. You need to review more. I'll leave first." His eyes deepened, and there was an imperceptible heaviness in his voice.
"Okay, don't worry, Wu, I will take good care of my people." Xi Yiqi nodded, looking serious.
Wu Yu nodded slightly, put on the packed basket, and turned away.
After Wu Yu left, the expression that Xi Yiqi had deliberately maintained on his face disappeared instantly, his tense shoulders and back relaxed silently, and he looked at the cave entrance with empty eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
After becoming a witch, she was lucky enough to meet Lan Yingcao in her first class.
Of course Wu Yu did not miss this opportunity and explained its efficacy in detail - this herb can only be used on places without wounds. Once used on wounds, it will become highly toxic.
They brought a few this time just in case.
So, it was indeed she who killed Man Feng on impulse!
The light in the cave was dim, and Nishi Ichiki's face appeared and disappeared in the interweaving of light and shadow, with a complex light flashing in his eyes.
She herself didn't understand what she was thinking at the time - a soul from the 21st century could take other people's lives so easily in another world.
She only remembered Manfeng's fierce eyes, the stone knife that was about to stab into Arthur, and the stone spear that was about to insert into Ster's body.
In addition, we learned from Shanye that Chief Shanyan did not seem to like the news about Manfeng.
So she did just that.
Wu usually doesn't leave the tribe easily, so no one knows her identity at the trade fair. She was also very careful, dripping a few drops of blue grass juice on the stone knife when no one was paying attention.
The juice is colorless and odorless, and no one will notice it.
Manfeng must die.
If he doesn't die, he will report to the chief of the Shanyan tribe. Who can expect anything good to come out of the mouth of an enemy?
Once he died, only leaders like Shanye and Shannan were left to report the matter to Chief Shanyan.
There is no doubt that these two people would never exaggerate or deliberately distort the facts. At most, they would tell Chief Shanyan the exact facts.
The worst case scenario is to present the pottery to the chief of the Shanyan tribe.
At that time, a bold idea had quietly grown in her heart - migration.
This is not a trip that can be taken on a whim. Food, weapons, tribesmen and where to go must all be carefully planned without any carelessness.
To rashly step into the territory occupied by the expelled is tantamount to seeking death.
They need time!
Therefore, Manfeng must die - he will never let the Yanyuan tribe go easily and will most likely retaliate soon.
Xi Yiqi was filled with thoughts as his eyes fell on the faint light coming through the cave entrance, feeling mixed emotions.
She killed someone, so naturally she couldn't get over it psychologically.
Fortunately, what she saw the next day strengthened her determination: no matter what, I must go back alive, and I must survive at all costs. This is not a modern society, but a world where the strong prey on the weak. Here, as long as you do not touch the bottom line of morality and do not arbitrarily harm innocent people, you can survive.
I did this just to protect myself...
She continued to tidy up the pottery jars, repeating softly: "There's nothing wrong with this...", as if she was giving herself psychological hints over and over again.
At this moment, she was the only one left in the cave, and when she stopped talking to herself, the surroundings fell into dead silence.
until,
"Click——"
It seemed that a pottery bowl fell to the ground and broke.