Chapter 217 (1/2)

Leaving, Go Away Freely and Easily

After doing bad things, A’Mang looked at Nan Xun beside him and said, “A’Xi, go, pack our things.”

A’Mang pulled Nan Xun straight to their own cave, ignoring the group of people behind them that were shocked silly.

“Ah—our pottery! Our baskets! Our hard work ah—” After being briefly shocked, the women burst into cries of pain.

Those things were all through by their painstaking effort. How dare A’Mang? How dare he!

In the stone cave, A’Mang did what he said.

He pulled off several pieces of animal skin and his own washed skirt hanging from the wall, wrapped them up quickly, and bundled them into a back basket with a straw rope. Then he took several stone knives, as well as the spare spears. Everything in the cave was packed into the basket.1

Nan Xun was still in a daze. After a while, she began to pack up the other trinkets. She had a jar of salt, a jar of wild dried vegetables, a jar of fruit wine, and even the bamboo tube of toothpaste. She also collected a small bag of warm stones, several bones needing to be grinded by A’Mang for her, and a pile of sweet potatoes in the corner.

A’Mang carried a packed bamboo basket, holding Nan Xun with one hand and a spear with the other. They passed in front of the group of people freely and easily.

Then A’Mang said without looking back, “Now I will leave the tribe with the witch and never come back. You don’t have to worry that the witch will harm the tribe. You can re-elect the position for Patriarch, I don’t want this position anymore.”

While moving, A’Mang suddenly remembered something, and walked back a few steps.

He went to the pile of prey to find the sabretooth tiger he had hunted before, then carried the beast that was almost as tall as him with one hand.

“A’Xi, let’s go.” A’Mang didn’t pull Nan Xun, so he glanced at her.

Nan Xun’s scorching eyes stared at her man, and the corners of her mouth couldn’t stop rising. She gave a heavy “en” and followed him closely.

The tribe finally came back to their senses. A man angrily said, “A’Mang! Are you going to abandon the tribe for this witch? You’re not worthy to be a warrior of our tribe!”

A’Mang didn’t turn his head around and only faintly replied, “I’ve left the cannibal tribe. Naturally, I’m no longer a warrior of the cannibal tribe.”

“Ah—” A’Xiang screamed and collapsed, “A’Mang, you can’t do this! She killed your best brother, A’Bao! Not only don’t you not want to avenge him, but you also want to abandon the tribe and follow her? A’Mang, you’ve been affected by the witch’s voodoo—”

When the men heard this, they tried to block A’Mang’s way. A’Xiang also ran over, but he didn’t want them to approach. So, A’Mang suddenly threw a stone knife backwards, and nearly chopped A’Xiang’s beautiful face into two.

A’Xiang was so scared that her legs softened. She fell on the ground on her butt.

No one stepped forward. All the people in the cannibal tribe, young and old, men and women, over 100 people watched their young Patriarch take away everything that belonged to him. He carried a large sabretooth tiger in one hand, and a spear in the other. He left the tribe with the witch, disappeared into the vast night, and didn’t look back the entire time.

Nan Xun was extremely excited. Before that, she was visibly tired, but now she was very energetic.

The two walked in the night, under the full moon’s brilliance that shined through the foliage, straight forward.

It wasn’t until Nan Xun’s stomach gurgled that A’Mang looked at her, and said with some remorse, “A’Xi, I forgot that you haven’t eaten yet.”

Nan Xun smiled, “A’Mang, you haven’t eaten yet either.”