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

Chapter 355 Regret
Mu Han remained unconscious in the cave, completely unaware of everything happening outside.

Whether it was the holy water that Xuanming fed him that had an effect, or whether Mu Han's life was not meant to end, his originally faint and almost disappearing aura gradually became steady and powerful.

The high fever was gradually subsiding, and although the festering pustules and rashes had not disappeared, they had improved, and the patient was clearly out of danger.

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Han finally woke up and looked at the unfamiliar cave in front of him, as well as the sunlight streaming in from the cave entrance.

He was stunned, seemingly unable to believe he was still alive.

He clearly remembered being chased by wave after wave of orcs. He couldn't remember exactly how many he killed, only that there were many, many orcs who tried to kill him. In the end, they all died.

Similarly, he himself was not much better off, suffering severe injuries, developing a high fever, and then breaking out in a frightening rash.

He initially thought it was due to his injury, but things got increasingly wrong, and he started vomiting and having diarrhea.

It was only then that Mu Han finally realized that he had contracted the plague.

It was exactly the same as the plague that swept across the entire Beast World continent thirty years ago.

At the time, I thought it would be better to just die, since living would just be like being a walking corpse anyway, and life would have no meaning.

He struggled to sit up, feeling as if his bones were falling apart, and he had no strength left. He could only sit against the cave wall.

The pustules and rashes on my body were still frightening, but I stopped vomiting and having diarrhea, and the bone-chilling cold and the suffocating feeling of impending death also disappeared.

He stared blankly at the simple cave, its entrance hastily covered by tree branches, with only a few rays of sunlight filtering in.

Strange smells lingered in the air: the smell of blood, decay, urine, and feces, making one want to vomit.

He glanced down at his disheveled appearance, noticed the suspicious yellow substance inside his animal skin trousers, his expression changed slightly, and he felt instantly disgusted, a look of revulsion flashing in his eyes.

Mu Han never imagined that he would one day be so pathetic, worse than a wild beast.

He dragged his dirty body to his feet, wanting to find a place to wash up.

Suddenly, a piece of animal hide fell from his arms to the ground. There seemed to be something written on it, and he was stunned.

He bent down to pick it up and slowly unfolded it. What he saw was a bunch of herbal names written crookedly in charcoal pencil, along with the method of decocting them.

The handwriting on the bottom line was particularly illegible: “Take the medicine according to the prescription, you won’t die—Xuanming.”

Xuanming?

Mu Han's muddled mind instantly cleared. That brute? It was him? How could he be here?

Why would he save himself? And did he even know that he was the source of this disaster?

He recalled Xuanming's pure yet volatile gaze, the scenes of the two hunting together in the wolf tribe, building houses together, and their playful banter.

As he thought about it, Mu Han couldn't help but laugh.

Although Xuanming is reckless and rude, and sometimes speaks without thinking, often using vulgar language, he is the kindest person at heart and would never betray his companions, much less act like I would.
Slaughter everywhere.

The filthy image of Chu Youyou's tragic death once again uncontrollably crashed into his mind, followed by overwhelming anger and an impulse to destroy everything.

At that moment, he only wanted to make everyone who had hurt her, mocked her, or simply stood by and did nothing pay the price.

He was in a bloodthirsty frenzy, slaughtering everyone from his pursuers to innocent orcs passing by, leaving mountains of corpses... He didn't care about the consequences, didn't care that the rotting corpses attracted vultures, and didn't care that the plague was spreading quietly.

Only now, lying in this cave, looking at the prescription left by Xuanming, did I suddenly wake up as if from a dream.

What did he do?
For Chu Youyou, who had long since disappointed him, was insatiable, and even brought about his own demise.

Just for the sake of their past relationship
He transformed himself into a monster more terrifying than any beast.

He killed countless innocent lives and personally ignited the plague that swept across the entire lower realm.

Those orcs, females, old people, and cubs who were wailing in pain... their despair was all caused by Mu Han.

Regret, like the most poisonous vine, instantly tightened around his heart, suffocating him.

A metallic taste rose in his throat, and he coughed violently, which aggravated his wounds, causing him to curl up in pain.

Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
What right does he have to live? What right does he have to be saved?
Suddenly, Su Xiyue's beautiful and delicate face flashed before my eyes again.

Those clear, bright eyes held a knowing calmness and a hint of... disappointment?

He went so crazy for Chu Youyou, causing the deaths of so many beastmen.

In her eyes, wasn't it incredibly stupid and despicable?
Mu Han's eyes flashed with pain, and he suddenly buried his head in his arms, his shoulders trembling slightly, and a low, suppressed, desperate growl came from his throat like that of a wild beast.

He once longed to stand by her side and protect her forever.

But now, he has even torn himself to shreds the right to look up at them from afar. What right does he have to live?

They don't deserve to live.

.........

Meanwhile, in Beast King City.

The once bustling and vibrant metropolis is now shrouded in a deathly gloom, resembling a ghost town.

The streets were nearly deserted, with hardly anyone in sight. Every household kept their doors and windows closed, fearing that venturing out would lead to contracting the terrible plague.

Just then, a patrol of orc guards walked through the street. They were in neat formation, carrying bone weapons, and each orc guard wore a burlap mask.

The squad leader's sharp eyes swept across the desolate street, but when he saw a figure huddled in a corner, he frowned instantly. "There's someone over there. Go check it out. If he's not dead, take him to the quarantine area. If he's dead, drag him out of the city and burn him. Be quick. Remember to splash that area with mugwort water three times."

The sound stood out starkly and clearly in the deathly silent street.

Two orc guards immediately stepped forward and swiftly turned the person over, discovering that he was an elderly orc with a face covered in festering red rashes, barely breathing.

"He's still breathing."

One of the orc guards turned around and reported loudly.

"Take him away, take him to the quarantine area. Hurry up."

The squad leader frowned, waved his hand impatiently as if shooing away flies, and said, "Damn it, how many is this today? If this keeps up, the city will be deserted."

The two orcs responded and quickly found a stretcher to carry the old orc infected with the plague to the quarantine area.

Inside the Beast King's Palace.

The once magnificent hall, filled with intrigue and extravagance, is now permeated with the strong aroma of mugwort and other herbs.

The huge windows were wide open for ventilation, but they couldn't dispel the heavy, oppressive atmosphere.

In the center of the hall, a figure was lying on a mountain of animal skin scrolls and simple clay tablet maps.

He was tall and slender, dressed in a simple moon-white beast-patterned robe. His long, dark hair was loosely tied up with a simple wooden hairpin, with a few strands falling down, making his profile look delicate and almost fragile.

But those slightly upturned fox-like eyes were bloodshot, and he looked tired and weary, as if he hadn't slept for days.

It was Bai Qi, the Beast King of Beast King City.

He rubbed his temples, looking at the shocking numbers hastily scribbled in charcoal on the animal hide scroll spread out before him: 197 new patients, 57689 deaths, and a shortage of medicinal herbs…

Every number weighed heavily on him, making it hard for him to breathe.

This was the first time since he took office that he felt overwhelmed and powerless.

"Beast King? Ha."

Bai Qi chuckled self-deprecatingly and irritably tossed the animal hide scroll in front of him aside.

Just then, hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the hall.

"Reporting to the Beast King, a giant red wolf with three heads and six eyes has suddenly appeared outside the city, carrying a pottery jar in its mouth. It says it comes from the wolf tribe."

An orc guard rushed in in a panic and knelt on one knee in the center of the hall to report.

Bai Qi's eyes flickered slightly, and he instantly knew who the three-headed, six-eyed red-haired giant wolf was. Apart from Xuan Ming, there could not be a second wolf with such a unique form.

"Let him in, bring him to the Beast King's Palace."

He gave the order in a detached voice, then, thinking of Xuanming's temper, added in a low voice, "Remember to be polite, otherwise I won't be responsible if you get into trouble."

Although I don't know why Xuanming came over at this time, I know it must have been at Xiaoyue'er's behest.

The orc guard was clearly taken aback for a moment, then quickly realized that the three-headed, six-eyed red wolf was an old acquaintance of the Beast King.

That's a terrifying eleventh-tier beast, even stronger than the Beast King. Would he dare to be impolite?
They're even afraid to speak loudly.

They were afraid that if the other party became unhappy, they would devour them.

"Yes, Beast King."

Although the orc harbored these thoughts in his heart, he did not voice them and quickly withdrew respectfully.

I had something to do this morning, so the update is a little late.