When they finally reached the tribe, Su Qinglan was relieved to see the familiar sight of caves, they had finally reached the tribe. But just as Hu Yan was heading toward their cave, both of them noticed something strange.
A loud commotion was happening not far away. Many beastmen had gathered in a large circle, and a heavy discussion was ongoing. Some were whispering, others murmuring. It was clear something serious had happened.
Su Qinglan blinked in confusion. "What’s going on?" she asked softly, with confusion written all over her face. Even Hu Yan frowned, his golden eyes narrowing in concern.
"Let’s see," she said while patting his shoulder.
This time, thankfully, Hu Yan didn’t insist on carrying her again. He gently set her down on the ground and kept a hand on her shoulder as they walked toward the crowd.
They squeezed through the gathered beastmen together, and the moment they reached the front, Su Qinglan froze.
There, in the middle of the crowd, was a female beastman kneeling on the ground. She was crying so hard that her whole body shook. In her arms lay a young beastman; his skin was pale, his eyes were closed, and his body was covered in blood.
It didn’t take long for Su Qinglan to realize that he was already dead.
Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the deep claw marks across his neck. The wound was savage, it had directly slit straight through his throat. Blood had long dried around the wound, and his chest was still.
The crying female held him tightly, her voice hoarse from shouting. "Roe! Roe, what happened to you? Why did you go there?" She wailed, shaking his body as if he would wake up. "You promised you’d be careful! Why did you leave me alone like this?!"
Her cries were heartbreaking, echoing through the tribe.
Beside her knelt another beastman, who was probably her other husband. His eyes were red and swollen from crying. He held the female by her shoulders, trying to comfort her, but his own body trembled. His jaw was clenched so tight that his teeth were almost grinding.
Hu Yan’s expression turned grim as he stared at the dead beastman. "Those claw marks..." he muttered under his breath. "That wasn’t from any small beast."
Su Qinglan bit her lip, her heart aching at the sight. She looked at the female again, who was now pressing her forehead against the dead beastman’s chest, crying until her voice broke. The crowd around them whispered in low tones.
"Another ferocious beast group attacked?" someone said.
"No, he went out alone this morning," another replied. "They say he went to the northern ridge."
"The northern ridge? Isn’t that near the forest where beasts have been the most dangerous?"
Hu Yan’s brows furrowed deeper. He felt Su Qinglan clutch his arm tightly, and he placed his hand over hers reassuringly.
Su Qinglan stood quietly, listening to the whispers spreading through the crowd. The people were talking in low voices, but their words were enough for her to understand the truth behind the tragedy.


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