Leisurely Life in the Beast World - Chapter 230

“What? You said you ran into Ge Xing of the Watson Tribe?” The loud voice of the chief of the Grizzly Tribe echoed in the cave.

Sitting on a beast hide mat was a young beastman—the same square-faced beastman who had encountered the Watson Tribe at their new settlement.

He nodded. “Yes, Father. When I was hunting, I heard noise and signs of activity on the plains, so I led some tribe members over to check it out. It turned out to be the Watson Tribe. They were… playing with mud.”

The chief of the Grizzly Tribe raised an eyebrow. “Playing with mud? What are they doing with mud?”

The young beastman scratched his head. “I’m not sure, but maybe they’re building caves with it? There are no mountains on the plains, so they don’t have anywhere else to live.”

The chief snorted. “Building caves with mud? When it rains, those will collapse immediately. Ge Xing must be getting old—he’s getting dumber by the day.”

The young beastman nodded solemnly. He felt the same way.

Meanwhile, Chief Ge Xing, whose intelligence was being questioned, was busy overseeing the beastmen as they placed sun-dried green mud bricks into kilns to be fired.

On the plain, now cleared of weeds, numerous fire pits blazed. Each fire pit had a beastman stationed to add firewood, collect the fired bricks and tiles, and load fresh mud bricks into the kilns.

Day by day, the settlement’s tall walls began to take shape. They were wider, thicker, and taller than the walls of the old tribe.

The beastmen of the Watson Tribe felt immense pride and joy as they watched the towering walls gradually take form.

“Chief, the prey in the forest has been decreasing over the past few days. When we do spot one, it disappears almost immediately,” reported Lei Er, who had been out hunting. His troubling news made Ge Xing frown deeply.

“How is that possible? This is the time when there should be more prey, not less. Why are they decreasing?” Ge Xing muttered to himself, unable to make sense of the situation. After pondering for a moment, he finally waved his hand. “If there’s no prey, help with the wall construction. I’ll ask the shaman.”

First, Ge Xing ran to the river to wash the mud off his body. Once clean, he went to Ji Nuan’s tent and brought her along to visit the shaman in her tent.

The shaman was sorting through herbs the beastmen had collected over the past few days. Seeing Ge Xing and Ji Nuan arrive together, she was surprised. “Why are you two here at this time?”

Ji Nuan shrugged, equally puzzled. “I don’t know either. Uncle Ge Xing said there was something he needed to talk about, so he dragged me along.”

Both of them turned to look at Ge Xing.

Ge Xing, without beating around the bush, spoke with a serious expression. “Today, Lei Er went hunting but didn’t encounter a single prey beast. Something strange seems to be happening.”

Ji Nuan’s heart sank. beasts are highly sensitive to disasters and danger. If something threatens their safety, they instinctively flee to safer areas. Could it be that some danger is approaching here?

The shaman froze mid-motion as she sorted herbs. Her deep gaze fixed on Ge Xing. “Not a single one?”

Ge Xing shook his head. “There was one—a great horned deer—but it seemed terrified, like it had been frightened by something. It bolted away as if running for its life.”

The shaman immediately sat up straight. “When you were very young, Ainilu Forest experienced an earthquake. The ground shook violently, rocks fell from the mountains, and caves collapsed.”