Chapter 557 (1/2)

Blood Collection

The journey back was rather peaceful. The tribespeople didn’t encounter any more beasts or dangerous animals and plants. The only bad thing was that it was an unbearably hot day. The moss on the ground had started to dry up. Animals fought over water by the river, sometimes water collected by the tribesmen would be stained red.

The heat was enough to kill lifted spirits. Even the Flaming Horn tribesmen, the happiest of the bunch, were bummed out then. Duo Kang, in particular, was having a rough time. The winter he experienced last year was the polar opposite of the weather now. If this year was much worse than last year, could the other side of the sea be flooded by melted ice?

When they reached the tribe, Shao Xuan only knew they had it easy in the forest. The stream that was the main water source for the tribe had dried up. Not a single drop of water was seen in the nearest three streams to the tribe. Luckily, the strong Flaming Horn tribespeople were still able to send out a team of warriors to carry back large jars of water for their animal enclosures and farmlands.

The other tribes had it worse.

The troubled people held rituals every day to pray for rainfall but nothing good had come out of it. The weather got even hotter.

With no rainfall, not only the beasts in the forests were killing each other, humans too.

Apparently, during these odd winter seasons, more tribes went to war with each other, mostly over water. When the water supply was scarce, with each tribe trying to survive, battles were unavoidable.

After they exited the forest, the other tribes didn’t hang around the Flaming Horn Tribe for long. Not only because of the beasts, but they were also worried about the drought.

It was lucky that only a portion of the tribespeople went hunting in the forest. The other half were well-rested and could help protect the green-faced fanged beast from thieves during the transportation process. When life was getting tougher, crime was more likely to happen.

When the rest of the tribespeople left, the members of the Flaming Horn tribe got busy.

The long-awaited green-faced fanged beasts were here, it was time for the next step.

They were eager to slice its skin for blood but it’d evaporate before it was used. And if they rushed the weapon-making process, there would be a lot of mistakes.It was better to collect and store some blood beforehand.

Shao Xuan made a syringe using bamboo. It was half a metre long with its insides thoroughly cleaned to avoid contaminating the blood. The piston was made of sap from a type of tree in the forest.

The needle head was made from bird bones. The bones were hollow in the middle and carefully selected so they weren’t not too fine nor too thick. This was to make sure they wouldn’t break that easily.

The crowd was excited to see the new invention put to use. They caught on to its functions as soon as they saw Shao Xuan testing it.

The seven green-faced fanged beasts were still unconscious. On their way back, as soon as Shao Xuan noticed the beasts regaining consciousness, he would inject more poison in them. The odd thing about the beasts was that other than the time they ate, their mouths were all tightly shut, even when they slept. Shao Xuan couldn’t even feed them medicine.