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Chapter 41 The Fox Clan, Bai Cang

beautiful?

That was Fuying's first reaction upon hearing the sound.

She squinted and turned to look at the person who had come in. Upon seeing them, her eyebrows twitched slightly.

He stood tall and straight, with long limbs and a snow-white animal hide casually wrapped around his waist. Every exposed muscle texture silently spoke of power and wildness.

He stood alone, exuding a dangerous and deadly allure that made people eager to see what he looked like.

However, as my gaze shifted upwards, a chill ran through me; it was a face that sent shivers down my spine.

How to describe it?
His face looked like a defective product cursed by disaster.

His face was devoid of skin, with his muscles and blood vessels exposed in a grotesque manner, presenting a terrifying texture.

His facial features seemed to have been manipulated by a pair of invisible giant hands, distorted beyond recognition, his eyes were empty, and his cheeks were covered with crisscrossing cracks, like land that had been parched to the extreme and had cracked.

It's like a broken piece of porcelain, each crack telling a story of a tragic past.

Fu Ying shuddered, not out of fear, but because the original owner's long-lost memories were beginning to assault her.

The original owner had seven beast husbands. The first one was a native of the oasis tribe. The two grew up together and had a deep bond. The original owner formed a contract with someone as soon as she came of age. Unfortunately, she became abnormal from then on.

On the day of the covenant, she used the black grass again. After her beast husband fainted, she peeled off his face with a bone knife.

why?

Because the beastman was so beautiful, his face seemed to be a masterpiece sculpted by Nuwa.

The original owner was both delighted and jealous, so she peeled off the beastman's face.

However, the beastman was, after all, a member of the oasis tribe, and the original owner knew that such behavior would be condemned and criticized by the tribe. On the night of the contract, after completing the heinous act of skinning, he threw the man directly onto the Thorn Cliff, not intending to let him live.

Fuying's fingers curled up quietly as she looked at the person in front of her, unsure of how to react.

Fox Clan, Bai Cang.

He saw Fu Ying staring straight at him, and he froze as if he were in a daze. A slow smile appeared on his lips, but because he had no skin, the smile looked sinister and chilling.

He walked slowly and quietly towards the pillar.

As he drew closer, he bent down slightly, extending his hand. His fingers were like those carved from white jade, exquisitely beautiful to the point of perfection. Yet, at this moment, those hands seemed to carry a deadly threat. He gently stroked Fuying's hair, his movements tender. In the deathly silence, he softly said, "Are you afraid?"

Fu Ying stared blankly at Bai Cang. In the story, Bai Cang was like a lonely figure completely forgotten by fate. All the details about him came from the original owner's memories. He was a beastman who never appeared from beginning to end.

But undoubtedly, his experience was equally tragic and pitiful.

"Chief Wind... Chief Wind Chant, she's a female who just fell from Thorn Cliff. She's not very bright and doesn't know any better. Please be magnanimous and don't take it to heart! We've come here because we have something to ask of you!"

Seeing that Fuying was about to be in trouble, Maoqi gritted his teeth, hurriedly stepped forward, and said in a fearful voice.

“…Feng Yin?” Fu Ying was stunned for a moment, staring at him for a while. It wasn’t Bai Cang?

However, a name doesn't mean anything. Perhaps he hates his past memories and changed his name?
Feng Yin lowered her hand, her empty eyes seemingly unfocused: "The female who fell from Thorn Cliff?"

His tender, affectionate voice turned cold, revealing a hint of disgust.

Cat Seven's heart skipped a beat. She carefully tugged at the armrest to warn her not to cause trouble.

Fu Ying snapped out of her daze, composed herself, and said calmly, "I need to correct you. I didn't fall. I jumped down from Thorn Cliff to find a beast crystal. Chief Feng Yin, that five-star patterned lightning-type beast crystal you have belongs to my beast husband. I wonder if we could make a deal?" Hearing this, Feng Yin seemed to chuckle, crossed his arms, leaned down to gaze at her, and said with a smile, "Jumped down from Thorn Cliff for your beast husband's beast crystal? Little female, do you think I believe that? Besides, with your appearance, why would a beastman with a five-star patterned mutated beast crystal be willing to form a contract with you?"

"Whether the leader believes it or not is not important. As long as the beast crystal is in your hands, we have room for negotiation."

"Herbs, food, animal cores—whatever you want, I can give you."

A cool evening breeze ruffled Fuying's hair; her expression was calm and composed, her eyes full of serenity.

Feng Yin seemed to be taken aback for a moment. Then, he looked down at her with a mocking gaze, his pleasant voice, which sent chills down one's spine, was full of indifference: "Unfortunately, I don't lack any of these."

Fu Ying was not discouraged. After pondering for a moment, she looked up at Feng Yin and asked, "How about I treat your face?"

The seven beastmen each had their own misfortunes, but if we're really talking about it, the one in front of us, Bai... oh no, the one in front of us, Feng Yin, is probably the easiest to heal.

His star pattern was not broken, but he became a fallen orc due to disfigurement, betrayal, and other reasons.

She can't help him resolve his inner conflicts right now, but healing his face is no problem.

"What did you say?" Feng Yin seemed to have been touched on a sore spot. His empty eyes stared at her, and a chilling pressure emanated from him, so indifferent that it was as if he were looking at a pile of dead objects.

Cat Seven was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his back; he had forgotten to tell the little female.

The leader of the Wind Whisper tribe has an extremely strange and twisted personality.

He loathed the way people looked at him directly and hated people who were better looking than him. But looking around, he could pick out anyone from the orc tribe and they would all be better looking than him!
Therefore, any orc who wants to join the Windwhisper tribe only has two paths to take.

Either they must destroy their own faces to please the leader, or they must be born as ugly beastmen to successfully enter the Windwhisper tribe.

Over time, this became a well-known characteristic of the Wind Whisper Tribe.

The little female has really broken a taboo!

Cat Seven was extremely anxious, but Fu Ying tilted her head and stared straight at Feng Yin: "I am a witch."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent. Then, the beastmen began to discuss among themselves, their gazes towards Fuying filled with even more astonishment. They had all seen females before, but they had never seen a shaman at the foot of Thorn Cliff.

"Witch?" Feng Yin paused slightly, as if he had thought of something, and his brows furrowed with gloom.

Fu Ying's eyelids twitched, knowing that he was thinking of the original owner's beast mother, the shaman of the oasis tribe, whose ability was healing, something Feng Yin knew.

Fu Ying coughed lightly, interrupting Feng Yin's recollection: "Yes, I am a shaman, I can heal you!"

Feng Yin raised her hand, her slender fingers brushing across her face, and sneered, "You think I can cure you like this?"

"Yes!" Fu Ying answered firmly.

Jade Skin Sculpting Cream has powerful repair capabilities, penetrating deep into the skin to promote cell regeneration and reshape the skin. It's incredibly effective, but... it's not a legitimate elixir; it's a banned substance.

"Okay!" Feng Yin chuckled softly, a gentle curve appearing on her lips.

"I'm giving you this chance, but if you can't satisfy me, little female, I'll take your face." Feng Yin's voice wasn't loud, but every word was meaningful and contained a hidden threat.

After saying that, Feng Yin glanced at Fu Ying casually and added listlessly, "Although your face is really not very interesting."

Cat Seven felt a fine layer of cold sweat break out on his forehead as he listened, and his gaze towards Fu Ying was full of worry.

(End of this chapter)