Wuwuyi was so frightened by Gan's attack that she huddled on one side for a long time without daring to move. After a long time, I saw that Gan was really motionless, and then I cautiously approached him again.
"Gan? Gan? Gan?"
She called softly several times, but Gan didn't respond at all. She touched Gan's forehead tentatively and found that it was extremely hot, like a bald rock exposed to the scorching midday sun.
Wuwuyi didn't understand what kind of disease this was. When someone in her tribe got sick, the priest would chew the herbs, pray to the gods, and then feed them. But Wuwuyi had never learned which god to pray to, what rituals to perform, and what herbs to use.
She worried whether Gan was dead. She didn't know how to check heartbeat or breathing. After shaking Gan for a few times but no response, she kicked him in the stomach with all her strength, just like a fallen prey. This kick finally had some effect, causing a moan to escape from Gan's throat.
"It's good to be alive."
Wuwuyi breathed a sigh of relief and supported Gan on his shoulders. When Wuwuyi touched Gan's hand, he felt that it was as hot as his forehead. When Gan was pressed onto his back, the heat coming from Gan's body made Wuwuyi sweat all over. On the way from Hestein's camp to here, Wuwuyi had been holding Gan's body tightly to prevent him from falling off his horse, but Gan's body had never been as hot as it was today.
——This is not caused by Amy's flames, but by the medicinal wine that turns into a berserker. After all, Gan couldn't resist the effects of the medicinal wine. His heart was beating at an extremely fast speed, and he was on the verge of collapse every minute.
In order to cool down Gan, Wuwuyi poured all the drinking water from the water bottle he carried on him. But this is just a drop in the bucket. There are many springs in the valley, but Wuwuyi doesn't dare to use them at all - she can't tell which one is a black spring and which one is not.
After walking in the bushes for a while, Wuwuyi heard the footsteps of the tribesmen coming from the distance.
"Search carefully!" a voice shouted, "it should be nearby!"
The tired Wuwuyi cheered up a little, dragged Gan to a difficult direction, and hid in the nearby bushes.
"Mother Goddess of the Wind, blow away my voice; Mother Goddess of the Earth, cover my footprints; Goddess of the Sun, plunge my body into darkness; Goddess of the Moon, drive death away from me..."
The body is not aware of the heat due to Gan's heat, and the heartbeat is not perceptible because of Gan's heartbeat. Perhaps Wuwuyi was indeed a little nervous, but she still completed this series of chants calmly.
The Wuwuyi tribe does not focus on worshiping any one god. They revere every natural thing and enjoy the meager protection of every natural god. The nearby muddy footprints were distorted into other shapes under the influence of magic, and her footsteps and breathing also changed into the roar of the wind. Whenever there was movement, there would be a breeze blowing, helping her hide the traces of the sound.
The time is night and the place is the bushes of the valley. Wuwuyi has enough places to hide his figure.
The light of the torch came from afar. However, the goddess of light prefers her believers, so that the light of the torch dims early before it touches Wuwuyi.
Following the light was the sound of sparse footsteps. The tribesmen scattered around the valley searching for traces of Gan. Each of them is a skilled hunter, paying close attention to all the clues left on the ground and in the trees. However, the goddess of soil and trees prefers her believers and quietly covers all relevant traces with gauze.
"There are traces of flames here!" someone shouted from the west side. So everyone ran towards that direction. Amidst the rhythmic breathing of Wuwuyi, the black shadows of the tribesmen flashed through the gaps between the bushes one after another. Soon, the footsteps all gathered to the west and gradually moved away.
Wuwuyi took a breath, carefully dragged Gan out of the bushes, put him on his back, and prepared to leave the valley toward the east side where the tribesmen were coming.
But before she could take a step, Gan's fingers suddenly jammed Wuwuyi's throat!
Wuwuyi turned around in horror and saw that Gan had opened his eyes at some point. His pupils were bloodshot, and with a lunatic smile on his lips, he dug his hard nails into Wuwuyi's throat!
Wuwuyi felt a sense of vomiting coming up. She tried hard to pull Gan's fingers away, but the boy who had just fallen to the ground suddenly gained strength from nowhere. Wuwuyi tried her best and couldn't. I can break one of his fingers apart!
Tears and saliva flowed from Wuwuyi's eyes and mouth. Wuwuyi's face gradually turned red and her eyes were bloodshot. The tribesmen were still nearby, so she couldn't shout loudly, and she even found some energy to pray to the God of Wind for protection over and over again, lest the tribesmen hear Gan's laughter.
Just when she felt like she was about to be strangled to death, Gan's fingers suddenly softened again. Although she was still squeezing Wuwuyi, she was no longer as strong. Wuwuyi immediately broke away from Gan and coughed several times while covering his throat.
From the perspective of the tribal people, strong winds blew several times between the bushes.
Gan fell to the ground again, Wuwuyi looked at him in fear, not daring to come closer. If she continued to carry Gan on her back, she might actually be strangled to death next time.
——It doesn’t matter if you just leave like this, right? She even thought about it.
She was not on the same side as Gan, she only deliberately came to please Gan for the sake of the tribe. Along the way, she fed Gan an unknown amount of tofu. But Gan has never been very willing to talk to her, and he even kept calling her by the wrong name.
The flame of that divine envoy is so powerful, there is no way Hestein and the others can cope with it, right? In this war, Aztlan will most likely win, right?
In this case...then there is no need to please these uninvited guests?
"You little gangster...if you hadn't saved my father..."
Wuwuyi wiped his eyes and drove this ridiculous idea out of his head, then struggled to lift Gan up again, and placed the death bomb that could explode at any time on his back.
To get out of the valley... to return to the river... walk northeast to the nearest friendly tribe and pray to the medicine man there to heal Gan.
As long as they could successfully hand over the map drawn by Gan back to Hestein, they would have successfully completed this mission.
Along the way, she met many tribesmen, but luck seemed to have returned to Wuwuyi again, and no one found her trace. She quietly left the wooden wall and the tribe. She knew she couldn't support Gan's body for long, so she could only go to the place where Gan tied his horse before sneaking in, hoping that the monster could help her share Gan's weight.
The horse was still tied to the tree. She cheered up and moved closer step by step.
"Is it this little sister?"
The sudden sound made Wuwuyi shake violently.
From behind a bush, the familiar blond man quietly turned around and stared at her with a smile.
(End of chapter)
