The vicious female Ye Youcha, who is in Shura Field every day

Chapter 354 Encounter on the road
Qingzhu was not idle either. He immediately organized the orcs to go into the mountains to pick herbs. In order to avoid misidentifying them, he even asked the shaman for a list of herbs, one of each kind, and picked them directly.

They inquired about the growing location and environment of each herb, recorded them on animal hide scrolls, and distributed them to each herb gatherer.

In this way, the efficiency of herbal medicine is greatly improved, and there is no need to worry about making mistakes.

Although most of the orcs in the tribe have recovered, it is still advisable to prepare more of these antidote herbs.

You need to drink it for at least a few more days to fully recover, or at least to consolidate the recovery.

After all, the plague has not completely disappeared and is still spreading in the space; there's a fear of getting infected at any time.

Feng Su originally wanted to visit various tribes, but seeing Qingzhu's busy work, she thought about it and decided to follow her.

Although he was dashing and sometimes acted and spoke erratically, he was not someone who lacked a sense of the bigger picture. At this time, the affairs of the tribe were naturally the most important.

As for the Phoenix Clan in the Upper Realm, he sent the Phoenix Clan beastmen who had come with him back to check when the plague broke out last night, but there has been no news back yet.

It will probably be a few more days.

And so, everyone got busy with their own tasks.

Meanwhile, here.

Xuanyuan Ming was extremely efficient. As soon as he left the quarantine area, he immediately selected thirty agile, calm, and loyal wolf tribe orc warriors.

Each orc warrior was completely covered up, wearing a mask, animal skin gloves soaked in mugwort, and their clothes and bodies were all fumigated with burnt mugwort, taking all the necessary protective measures very carefully.

I've heard that the plague is much more severe in other tribes than in the Wolf Tribe. I don't want to get infected while delivering medicine and die on the way.

When it comes to life and death, no one dares to be careless.

"The prescription and the holy water jar are the lifeblood of the tribe, and also your lifeblood."

Xuan Yuanming's gaze slowly swept over the thirty elite orc warriors present. His voice sounded somewhat muffled through his mask, but it was still unquestionable, "Remember, you are not allowed to remove your masks on the road, and you are not allowed to approach any suspicious water sources or rotting corpses. If the holy water jar is broken, you will use your own lives to fill it."

He glanced at the crowd and began assigning tasks to each orc, "Rong Xiao, you go to the Bear Tribe in the east. Hei Yan, the Mad Lion Tribe in the southwest is yours. Lei Yi, you're in charge of the Bull Tribe."

He called out names one by one, and each orc warrior carried a jar of holy water and a prescription to a tribe.

Finally, Xuanyuan Ming held up a pottery jar that was sealed most tightly and had the label of Beast King City on it, and was about to hand it to a sharp-eyed young orc.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Xuanming emerging from Su Lie's courtyard out of the corner of his eye, and immediately laughed, calling out, "You brute, come here."

Xuanming had just settled the Golden Silkworm King when he heard this, he turned around and strode over, looking impatient. "What? I'm busy."

"I've got a good job for you."

Xuan Yuanming shoved the pottery jar with the Beast King City label into his hand, then handed him a leather scroll with a prescription written in charcoal. "Go to Beast King City and deliver these two items to Bai Qi. Be quick, as Beast King City has the most dense population, and the situation is probably very serious."

Xuanming glanced down at the jar and remembered that it contained the Golden Silkworm King's saliva. His handsome face instantly scrunched up, and he disgustedly carried the jar away. "Damn it, Crazy Dragon, you want me to deliver saliva?"

"This is holy water, life-saving holy water."

Xuan Yuanming suppressed a laugh and emphasized, to be honest, he was also disgusted, but still slowly added, "This concerns tens of thousands of lives in Beast King City. If it's delivered late, or the jars break on the way..."

At this point, he glanced at Xuanming with his dark golden eyes, "Just wait and see how Yue'er deals with you."

Xuanming shuddered, remembering Xiaoyue's cold face, and instantly cowered. He muttered curses as he clutched the jar to his chest, stuffing the animal skin containing the prescription into his robes. He said in a muffled voice, "I know, I know. Damn it, I brought you a mouthful of water and now I've offended you. Beast King City, huh? I'll make a trip there and settle the score with you when I get back."

After saying that, he transformed into a Nine Nether Demon Wolf and disappeared from the spot, leaving the jar of holy water in his mouth, with the middle part of the head still attached.

I felt so disgusted, I was almost sick of it.

That feeling was no different from drinking the saliva of the Golden Silkworm King.

He doesn't need to hold it in his mouth; in his true form, he can't take it at all.

If he doesn't change his original form, he'd probably never reach Beast King City in his human form using only two legs.

Xuanming may have been disgusted, but he ran incredibly fast.

With the Nine Nether Demon Wolf's speed and his eleventh-level strength, he moved as fast as the wind, taking shortcuts and crossing rivers and several dense forests in the blink of an eye.

Sunlight filtered through layers of branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground and also on the Nine Nether Demon Wolves that were galloping through the dense forest.

Its fur was as red as blood, it had three heads and six eyes, and it was domineering and fierce. The middle head had a pottery jar in its mouth, and it moved as fast as the wind.

Suddenly, he abruptly stopped, his three heads turning towards the bushes, all six wolf eyes fixed on the same spot.

They found a bloodied person lying there, the animal skin clothing on his body soaked in blood, its original color almost unrecognizable.

Because he was lying face down, he couldn't see the face clearly, but the figure seemed vaguely familiar. The three wolf heads simultaneously turned ugly as they smelled the blood and rotting odor emanating from the person.

"What bad luck."

The two heads on either side of Xuanming simultaneously uttered curses in human language.

He was all too familiar with the smell; it was exactly the same as the smell emanating from the orcs in the tribe infected with the plague, only stronger and more deathly.

It also carried a strong smell of blood.

He didn't want to pay any attention to it, and with that jar of saliva (holy water) in his mouth, he was about to set off on his way.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the blood-covered man move his hand; he was clearly still alive.

"Fine, it's still a human life, so I'll be merciful and do a good deed for once."

Despite his disdain, Xuanming couldn't get over the fact that the person was still alive and could obviously be saved. He couldn't bear to leave like that, so he instantly transformed into human form and went to check on him.

He gently placed the holy water jar beside him.

He put on the gloves and mask he had prepared before turning the bloodied man over from the bushes.

Upon seeing the person's face clearly, Xuanming was instantly stunned. "Dead tiger, how could it be you?"

He looked at the blood-soaked, feverish, and rashe-covered figure in the bushes and instantly recognized it as Mu Han.

The young orc, the divine beast White Tiger, who had once hunted, built houses, and fought alongside him in the wolf tribe, now lay curled up like a lump of mud among withered branches and fallen leaves, his breathing so weak he seemed on the verge of death.

His body was burning hot, and almost every patch of his exposed skin was festering and covered in red rashes, some of which were oozing pus. The bloodstains on his body were also turning black and hardening.

The grass and soil beneath him were soaked with dark red blood, and there was vomit and loose feces seeping from his animal skin trousers.

It was obvious that they had vomited and defecated; not only was it disgusting, but the smell was also indescribable.

Xuanming's expression was complicated. He never imagined that Mu Han would one day become like this, so wretched that he was worse than a dead dog.

I can't quite describe my feelings right now. I just feel that Mu Han is even more stupid than me, all for that rotten female Chu Youyou, especially since she's dead.

They actually committed massacres, harming themselves and the entire lower realm of the Beast World Continent.

He had already heard from Little Moon that the key source of this plague outbreak was Mu Han.

In an attempt to avenge Chu Youyou, this foolish tiger slaughtered all the orcs from various tribes who were pursuing her, leading to a united effort by the tribes to hunt him down.

Later, the orcs who had been chasing him were all killed by him. Their corpses piled up like mountains, rotting and stinking. Vultures grazed on them and flew around everywhere. In this environment, the virus bred and eventually spread, causing a plague.

Xuanming stared at Mu Han's pitiful face, but in the end, he couldn't bear to watch him die without saving him.

"I really owe you something."

He cursed and took the earthenware jar containing the holy water, unscrewed the lid, pried open Mu Han's mouth, and poured some water into it.

They dared not pour too much, for this was life-saving saliva, no, holy water; the lives of countless people in Beast King City were waiting to be saved.

How can we let Mu Han drink it all?

Just one or two bites, no more than that.

After feeding, quickly seal the rest of the food.

He found a piece of dry wood nearby, burned it into charcoal shape with the Crimson Lotus of Karma, cooled it slightly, and sharpened it with a dagger to use as a charcoal pencil.

He tore off a corner of his animal skin coat, a piece of animal skin the size of an adult's palm, and used a homemade charcoal pencil to copy the prescription on his body.

The copied prescription was rolled up and stuffed into Mu Han's body.

"For the sake of our past relationship, this is all I can do to help you. Whether you live or die depends on your own fate."

Xuanming stood up with a complicated expression and glanced deeply at Mu Han, who was still unconscious on the ground.

Just as he was about to transform into his beast form to continue his journey, he thought it over and over and felt that it was inappropriate for the other party to be lying like that.

If it were discovered by vultures or wild beasts and devoured, wouldn't that be a waste of holy water?

After thinking for a moment, he simply dragged Mu Han to a relatively secluded cave nearby, and made simple cover at the entrance of the cave.

To ensure the vultures wouldn't notice, it transformed back into the Nine Nether Demon Wolf and continued its journey towards Beast King City at an extremely fast speed.