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Chapter 75 contains a pair of eyes

Qinglan's slender fingers suddenly tightened, the sharp edges of the box digging deeply into her palm.

His jawline was taut into a sharp arc, and even the pale blue veins on the side of his neck were clearly visible.

All around seemed to be the sound of the wind, which entered my ears and carried a slight chill.

After standing quietly for a long time, Qinglan slowly opened the box.

When his fingertips touched what was inside, his body suddenly stiffened, his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and the words that spilled from his thin lips were so light they almost scattered in the wind.

"Who...are you?"

The bone ornaments in the box rolled around with his movements, making a clear, crisp sound when they collided.

Beneath the bone ornament, a strand of flaxen hair lay quietly, its ends broken irregularly, shimmering in the clear moonlight.

Fuying sat on the treetop, watching Qinglan return to the Frost Plains tribe, before gently brushing the snowflakes off her body.

She stood up, stretched her back, looked down at the snow-capped mountains, and gently touched her rose-colored lips.

Having lost the cover of her Hua Hua identity, she can't return to the Cangshan tribe. She needs to think about how to talk to Teng. Given the current situation, even if she is completely open and honest, Teng probably won't take any action... right?

"Let's go back to the oasis tribe first and find the eyes..."

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Fuying left the snow mountain and didn't rest much along the way. Three days later, she arrived at the oasis tribe.

The chill of the snow and ice still seemed like yesterday. Standing in the dense forest, the damp, warm wind, a sign that the rainy season was about to begin, rushed towards me, carrying a sweet floral fragrance that made Fuying feel a little nauseous.

She took a bite of sour wild fruit to calm herself down before walking towards the oasis tribe.

However, before even getting close, Fuying saw several orc cubs rolling and laughing on the sand.

She raised an eyebrow and walked closer, and saw tanned animal hides drying in the tribe, several male beastmen sharpening bone knives, and some females washing wild fruits and cleaning prey. Although these beastmen were not yet numerous enough to form a tribe, they had already become the new masters of the oasis tribe.

Suddenly, a childish, babyish voice rang out: "Who are you?"

Fu Ying looked down at the orc cub who barely reached her knees. He had a pair of tender, bluish-gray horns on his head and was looking up at her with a curious expression.

"Wow, what a beautiful older sister! Mother, Mother, a beautiful older sister has arrived—"

When the orc cub saw Fuying's appearance, it suddenly cried out in surprise.

This sound instantly attracted everyone's attention.

The cubs that were tearing and playing suddenly perked up their ears, and the beastmen in the tribe also put down their bone knives and turned to look at Fuying, who was standing at the entrance of the tribe.

Soon, the beastmen came out one after another.

The lead male said gruffly, "Female? Are you lost?"

Such a beautiful female is truly rare.

Fu Ying blinked her long, narrow eyes, her voice as gentle as a lingering breeze: "Lost? No, this is my home."

After he finished speaking, the surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

"Fu, Fuying?! She is Fuying?" A female in the crowd suddenly screamed.

The fact that the Oasis Tribe was wiped out by the Cangshan Tribe was common knowledge throughout the entire North Mountain. Although these wandering orcs occupied the Oasis Tribe's territory, they had still heard about these events.

Even though I've never met the originator of "Fuying", I've heard of her reputation as the most beautiful woman in Beishan.

With a little thought and considering what she said, it wasn't hard to guess the identity of the woman in front of them.

The air suddenly solidified.

The gazes of all the orcs instantly sharpened.

Fu Ying stood there quietly, clearly sensing the beastmen's gaze shift from inquiry to shock, and then to cold hostility. "The Oasis Tribe is gone, what are you doing back here?!" A tall male beastman stared at Fu Ying warily, gripping his bone knife tightly, a threatening growl rumbling from his throat.

The cubs didn't understand and remained curious. The females quickly pulled them to stand at the back, as if the woman in front of them wasn't a weak female, but a ruthless executioner.

In their eyes, this was a female who could cause rivers of blood to flow in the oasis tribes.

Fu Ying curled her lips into a smile, her upturned eyes sweeping lightly over the crowd, instantly increasing her intimidating aura.

With a flick of her wrist, the long whip, radiating icy energy, tore through the air. The tip of the whip swept across the sand, instantly creating a deep trench. The flying sand and stones caused the surrounding beastmen to retreat in unison, their pupils contracting sharply.

Fu Ying smiled brightly: "I just want to find something. Behave yourselves and step back."

"witch--"

"The wicked woman has become a witch—"

The orcs cried out in terror, and they all retreated, no longer daring to shout.

As messengers of the Beast God, the shamans held a transcendent position on the Beastman continent.

Fu Ying ignored them, entered the tribe, and headed straight for the cave where the original owner had lived.

However, the cave was cluttered with many things and no longer resembled the original appearance in my memory. As for the jar in front of the stone bed that had been carefully used to store Qinglan's eyes, it was gone.

Fu Ying's eyes darkened, and he slowly walked out of the cave, his gaze coldly sweeping over the group of orcs.

"Where is the stuff inside?" Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling edge.

The orcs looked at each other, shifting their feet uneasily, pushing and shoving each other, but no one dared to speak.

After a long pause, a female finally stepped forward, shoved around. She kept her head down and spoke in a voice barely audible: "When we...when we moved here, none of those things were...we didn't need them, so we...we threw them away..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it almost disappeared into the wind, but Fuying could hear it clearly.

Fu Ying slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his knuckles silently tightening on the long whip, his voice icy: "A jar, containing a pair of eyes, where is it?"

Upon hearing this, the female's expression changed, and she looked up at Fuying with a hint of fear.

"Where?!" Fu Ying stepped forward, a cold glint flashing in her eyes, like shards of ice.

The female was so frightened that she choked up, her lips trembling, and stammered, "I...I just left it outside."

Fu Ying frowned, her heart sinking: "Take me there!"

The female bit her lip, not daring to say anything more, and led the way, taking Fuying into the woods.

Soon, Fuying's gaze suddenly fixed on something.

The jar from my memory lies there quietly, now broken into pieces.

She walked slowly closer, her footsteps crunching softly on the dried stains. She crouched down, her fingertips tracing the broken jar, where the bright green medicine stains had solidified into a spiderweb-like pattern on the inside of the jar.

The things that were originally soaked in the medicinal liquid have dried up.

Fu Ying reached out and picked up the dry, shriveled eyes, holding them in her palm. They were so light she could barely feel them, and there seemed to be a faint bitter smell in the air.

The female looked at the beastmen following closely behind as if pleading for help, and in the next instant, they scattered like birds and beasts.

Fu Ying ignored them, looked at the eyes in her palm, pursed her lips, took out a shimmering box, and carefully placed the eyes inside, her movements very solemn.

Even though the eyes are damaged, they can still regenerate and regain their vitality by soaking them in a restorative liquid that contains powerful life-giving energy.

But it takes time.

(End of this chapter)