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Chapter 53 You didn't hesitate at all.

The giant lizard beastmen exchanged glances, then said in a gruff voice, "Lan is the most outstanding beast mother in the Cangshan tribe, how could we let her escape? Of course, we brought her back to our tribe!"

Fu Ying frowned: "Then who were the ones who escaped?"

"All we know about Teng, Moyan, the shaman from the Cangshan tribe, and a female!"

The strong ones all ran away; there was only one female, which I suppose was Sang Jie.

Fu Ying pondered silently when she suddenly heard the giant lizard beastmen cautiously say, "Female, we've told you everything we know. Now, can you let us go?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Ying raised her eyes and glanced at the group.

That look sent chills down the spines of the orcs.

When we emerged from Teng's cave, the sky was already beginning to lighten.

She couldn't let the giant lizard beastmen get away; she also needed to get the shark tail scale from Lan. She would have to make another trip to the giant lizard tribe, and if they went back and messed things up, it would only add more trouble.

After leaving the Cangshan tribe, Fuying found a stream, sat down, and ate something.

Since Teng and Xingkong left together, there shouldn't be too much concern about their safety. The most urgent matter is the shark tail scales.

In her eyes, the destruction of the Cangshan tribe was nothing more than the cycle of cause and effect. When Cangshan massacred the oasis, she should have foreseen this day—it's just that the retribution came faster than she expected.

After filling their stomachs, Fuying continued on her way.

She planned to first go to the giant lizard tribe to investigate and see if the shark tail scale was still in Lan's hands.

According to scattered testimonies from a few orcs, the giant lizard tribe is entrenched in the wasteland south of the Cangshan tribe.

Fuying trekked through the mountains for two days before finally discovering the giant lizard tribe at dusk on the third day.

Giant mounds rise abruptly from the wasteland, each with a deep, dark opening on its side—a unique tribal lifestyle of the giant lizard tribe.

Fu Ying didn't rush into the tribe, but instead observed from the outside.

The giant lizard tribe's defenses were not as strict as those of the Cangshan tribe, and there were fewer sentry posts, but there were still quite a few people.

As the hunting party's horns sounded, the giant lizard tribe's lair suddenly stirred.

Countless monitor lizards swarmed out of the deep cave, their scarlet tongues flicking, their jet-black scales gleaming with a metallic sheen in the setting sun.

Even more chilling was the sight of several large male lizards carrying female orcs bound by vines on their backs. Their eyes were vacant, and their bare skin was covered in bruises.

Fu Ying frowned deeply, and soon she saw a familiar face.

Mulberry and mustard greens.

This shaman, with his unusually pale skin and aloof demeanor, now had disheveled hair and a gruesome array of blue and purple marks on his body, a sight far more unsettling than what others might perceive.

So, the female who ran away with Mo Yan wasn't Sang Jie?

Fuying was lost in thought when suddenly, some noises came from the woods.

Her gaze suddenly turned cold, a dagger flashed between her fingers, and she walked straight towards that direction.

However, before she could get close, poisonous fog filled the surroundings. This method looked strangely familiar.

When Fu Ying broke through the poisonous fog and saw the crimson python hanging in the tree, she narrowed her eyes and asked, "Mo Yan?"

This python was entirely blood red, and its eyes, filled with a constant interplay of clarity and rationality, reflected a human struggle.

When Fu Ying's voice came, its massive body visibly paused, then slowly lowered its ferocious snake head, its triangular head almost touching hers, its cold snake eyes locking onto her figure without blinking.

"What are you looking at!" Fu Ying slapped Mo Yan's triangular head. Mo Yan tilted his head, his forked tongue arcing through the air. When he raised his head again, his cold, beastly eyes were now clear. When he saw Fu Ying's face, his pupils contracted sharply.

"...Hua Hua?" Mo Yan's hoarse voice trembled with disbelief.

Fu Ying said coldly, "Change back when you wake up."

"..." Mo Yan's bloodshot eyes held a hint of wariness: "How could you possibly have come back from Thorn Cliff?"

Fu Ying glanced at him sideways: "Is this the time to talk about this? The Cangshan tribe was destroyed, and you were also poisoned by the viper's saliva. You're staying here for your mother and sister, aren't you?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Yan's eyes were filled with malice, his snake body tensed, and his scales seemed to emit a chilling rustling sound.

Fu Ying didn't stand on ceremony and said bluntly, "I can help you."

Mo Yan's slender snake-like eyes narrowed slightly, and a sharp suspicion appeared on his face.

He slowly straightened up, his crimson scales gleaming coldly in the moonlight, his voice chillingly sharp: "For Teng, you even dared to jump off the Thorn Cliff..."

At this point, he raised his voice dangerously at the end: "And now you want to help me?"

"Heh." Fu Ying glanced at him and gave a cold, mocking laugh: "Of course there are conditions!"

A surge of bloody anger welled up in Mo Yan's chest.

Although he knew that he was not as important as Teng in this little female's heart, hearing her negotiate with him still made the muscles under his scales tense uncontrollably, and an indescribable resentment arose in his heart.

"How ironic." Mo Yan moved slightly closer to Fu Ying, his tongue flicking out, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing: "Back then, when you extracted Teng's beast crystal, you didn't hesitate for a second."

His forked tongue almost touched Fuying's face, full of sarcasm: "Now you're willing to jump off a cliff for him?"

Fu Ying's gaze turned cold for a moment, but it quickly melted away like spring.

She curled her red lips dismissively: "As expected of the most vigilant snake-clan beastmen, they were able to pry open Green Mountain's mouth by following the slightest clues. Such skills are a waste for a tribal chief."

Only Green Mountain knew that "Huahua" was "Fuying".

She finally gave in to her soft heart.

She should have slit Green Mountain's throat when the Half-Mountain Tribe followed the Cangshan Tribe.

Now, things have gotten out of hand, and Mo Yan has seized this opportunity to make sarcastic remarks.

Mo Yan chuckled lightly, her forked tongue coiled around her ear, each word dripping with venom: "I'm genuinely curious, why is our ruthless and decisive number one vile woman of Beishan suddenly interested in Teng, this cripple?"

Fu Ying smiled gently, but her words were anything but polite: "What's it to you?"

Mo Yan paused, about to speak, when suddenly someone shouted, "Who's over there?!"

His scales suddenly tightened, and with a flick of his tail, he tried to coil up Fuying. She glanced at him coldly, lightly stepped on Mo Yan's snake scales, and had already darted dozens of meters away, showing no intention of appreciating his kindness.

Mo Yan paused for a moment, then quickly followed.

After getting away from the monitor lizard tribe, Fuying found a quiet place and started eating.

I've been feeling hungry these past few days and need lots of food to fill my stomach.

If she were just an ordinary female, she would most likely starve to death, so Bai Cang was truly at ease.

The crimson python slithered out, raised its ferocious head, stared at Fuying for a long time, and hissed with its tongue: "You used to be just an ordinary female."

A hint of confusion flashed in his snake-like eyes: "Is it because of the death of your beast mother... that you became a witch?"

(End of this chapter)