Wuwuyi was frightened by Gan's attack and hurried to one side for a long time but didn't dare to move. After a long time, he saw that Gan really didn't move at all, so he carefully came over again.

"Sweet?Sweet?Sweet?"

She called out a few times, but Gan didn't react at all. She tentatively touched Gan's forehead and found that it was so hot, just like the bald stones illuminated by the scorching sun at noon.

Wuwuyi didn't understand what the disease was. When someone in her tribe was sick, the priests chewed herbs, prayed to God and then fed them. But Wuwuyi had never learned which god to pray to, what ritual to perform, and what herbs to use.

She was worried that Gan was dead. She didn't know what to look at her heartbeat and measured her breathing. After shaking Gan a few times without reaction, she kicked him in the stomach like a slump of a fallen prey. The kick finally had a little effect, which made Gan's moan sound in his throat.

"It's good to be alive."

Wuwuyi breathed a sigh of relief and helped him up against Gan's shoulder. When he touched Gan's hand, Wuwuyi found that it was as hot as his forehead. When he pressed Gan on his back, the heat from Gan's body was even more roasted, and Wuwuyi was sweating all over. On the way from Hestein's camp to here, Wuwuyi kept holding Gan's body tightly to prevent falling off a horse, but Gan's body had never been as hot as it is today.

——This is not caused by Amy's flame, but from the medicinal wine that became a berserker. Gan could not resist the medicinal properties of the medicinal wine after all. His heart was leaping at the extreme speed, and every minute and every second was on the verge of collapse.

In order to cool down, Wuwuyi poured all the drinking water in the kettle she carried with her on him. But it was just a drop in the cup of water. There were many springs in the valley, but Wuwuyi didn't dare to use them at all - she couldn't tell which one was a black spring and which one was not.

After walking in the bushes for a while, Wuwuyi heard the footsteps of tribes coming from afar.

"Search carefully!" a voice shouted loudly, "It should be nearby!"

The tired Wuwuyi cheered up a little, dragged Gan and turned around with difficulty, and hid in the nearby shrubs from it.

"The Mother of the Wind blows away my voice; the Mother of the Earth covers my footprints; the Goddess of the Sun puts my body into the darkness, and the Goddess of the Moon drives death away from me..."

The body cannot detect the fever due to the sweet heat, and the heartbeat cannot detect the beating due to the sweet heartbeat. Perhaps Wuwuyi is indeed a little nervous, but she still calmly completed this series of singing.

Wuwuyi's tribe was not focused on worshiping a certain god. They feared every natural thing and enjoyed the meager protection of every natural god. Footprints with soil nearby twisted into other shapes under the action of magic, and her footsteps and breathing also changed into wind sangs. Whenever there was movement, a breeze would blow, helping her hide the traces of the sound.

Time is dark, and the place is the bushes in the valley. Wuwuyi has enough places to hide his body.

The light of the torch came from afar. However, the goddess of light favored her believers, so that the light of the torch would dim early before it touched Wuwuyi.

Following the light was a sparse sound of footsteps. The tribes searched for Gan's traces in the valley. Each of them was a skilled hunter, paying close attention to all the clues left on the ground and on the trees. However, the goddess of the soil and the goddess of the trees favored her believers and quietly covered all the relevant traces with tulle.

"There are signs of burning flames here!" someone shouted on the west side. So everyone ran towards the other side. With the rhythmic breathing of Wuwuyi, the shadows of the tribes flashed one by one through the gaps between the bushes. Soon, the footsteps gathered to the west and gradually moved away.

Wuwuyi breathed a sigh of relief, carefully dragged Gan out of the bushes and put it on his back, preparing to leave the valley toward the east side where the tribes came.

But before she could take a step, Gan's fingers stuck Wuwuyi's throat!

Wuwuyi turned around in horror and saw that Gan had opened his eyes at some point. His pupils were covered with blood, and he was grinning like a madman on his lips, poking his hard nails tightly into Wuwuyi's throat!

Wuwuyi felt a feeling of vomiting coming up. She tried hard to pull Gan's finger away, but the boy who had just fallen to the ground suddenly gained strength from somewhere. Wuwuyi used all his strength but couldn't break a finger away!

Tears and saliva flowed out of Wuwuyi's eyes and mouth. Wuwuyi's face gradually turned red and her eyes were covered with blood. The tribes were still nearby, so she could not shout loudly, and even had to spend her energy, praying for the protection of the God of Wind over and over again, so as not to let the tribes hear Gan's laughter.

Just when she felt that she was about to be strangled to death, Gan's fingers suddenly softened again. Although she was still pinching Wuwuyi, she didn't have that heavy force. Wuwuyi immediately broke free from Gan, covered her throat and coughed several times one after another.

From the perspective of tribal people, the bushes blew several times in succession.

Gan fell to the ground again, Wuwuyi looked at him in fear and did not dare to get closer. If she continued to carry Gan on her back, she might be strangled to death next time.

——It doesn’t matter if she just leaves like this, right? She even thought of it.

She was not the same as Gan, and she deliberately tried to please Gan just for the tribe. Along the way, she fed Gan an unknown amount of tofu. However, Gan was not very willing to pay attention to her, and even called her the wrong name.

The flames of that messenger were so powerful that Hestein could not cope with them at all, right? Aztlanta would probably win this war, right?

Since that's the case... then there is no need to please these uninvited guests?

"Little hooligan...if you hadn't saved my father..."

Wuwuyi wiped her eyes, drove this absurd idea out of her head, and then struggled to help Gan again, installing the death bomb that would explode at any time on her back.

Go out of the valley... Go back to the river... Walk along the northeast and find the nearest friendly tribe, begging the witch doctor there to treat Gan.

As long as they can successfully hand over the map they drew back to Hestein, they will successfully complete this task.

Along the way, she met many tribes, but Shiyun seemed to have returned to Wuwuyi, and no one found her trace. She quietly left the wooden wall and left the tribe. She knew that she could not support Gan's body for too long, so she could only go to Gan where she sneaked into the front horse, hoping that the monster could help her share Gan's weight.

The horse was still tied to the tree. She was excited and leaned over step by step.

"Is it actually this little girl?"

The sudden sound caused Wuwuyi to shake.
Chapter completed!