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Chapter 97 He's a madman

The mudslide and flash flood converged at the cliff to form a turbid waterfall, which crashed down and rushed away.

As the turbid waves subsided and the muddy water gradually settled, the submerged vegetation resurfaced.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light struggled to emerge from the mud.

The light was faint, yet extremely tenacious, standing out starkly in the dim light.

As the light faded, a slender figure gradually came into view.

Exhausted, she lay on her back on the muddy grass, her soaked clothes clinging to her heaving chest in a startling arc. Her alluring face was deathly pale, and strands of hair stuck to her face made her look even more fragile.

Her narrow eyes were half-closed, and her long eyelashes trembled gently like fluttering wings.

After a long while, when the last glimmer of light in the world was completely swallowed up, Fu Ying slowly opened his eyes from the darkness.

She stretched her tightly clenched hand in front of her eyes, her slender fingers unfurling, revealing a shattered doll lying in her palm.

The "Substitute Puppet" was a life-saving artifact forged for her by a dwarf craftsman in a Western fantasy world using mithril and dragon blood. It could protect its master from three inevitable calamities.

Fu Ying stared at the broken doll in his hand, then suddenly smiled: "The backlash from the contract is indeed formidable."

If a male kills a female, the contract will backfire, and he will die.

Similarly, if the female breaks the bond, she will bear the consequences. If it weren't for the "scapegoat," she wouldn't dare to try it. One such deadly experience is enough.

The wrath of the Beast God is no child's play, and the power of the gods cannot be repeatedly challenged.

Fuying put away the broken "scapegoat puppet" and remained lying on the muddy grass, motionless.

The cold, wet mud washed over her limbs, but she seemed oblivious. Recalling the pained, contorted expression on Qinglan's face when she fell into the mud, and her heart-wrenching screams, her eyes narrowed.

Her breaking the contract didn't mean she truly gave up on the strategy or genuinely set Qinglan free.

Strategies are like flying a kite.

Some people need to loosen the string and let their birds fly high, while others need to tighten the string and hold them firmly in place.

Only by controlling the flow and maintaining a proper balance can one see the clouds part and the moon shine through.

Qinglan's rejection of her was almost instinctive; it was a physiological aversion etched into her very bones.

He may have already begun to be moved, and the strategy may have started to show results, but it's too slow.

If we don't deliver a devastating blow, he won't be able to complete the mission; he'll likely spend his entire life stuck in this endless, tense standoff.

And what she can least afford to waste is time.

She had to complete the mission; even the most unruly beast had to be shackled by her.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed through the woods.

Fu Ying frowned, sat up, and ran her fingertips over the markings on her waist. She was somewhat surprised that the flash flood was so powerful that it had swept her far away, even making Teng and Bai Cang's location faint.

The low murmur of orcs could be heard.

"Lingnan, are you sure there will be prey once the waters recede?"

"Nonsense! With such high water levels, it'll definitely wash the wild animals downstream. We can just pick them up!"

"How long will the rainy season last? I don't want to stay in this gathering place of wandering orcs for a second! I'm afraid to close my eyes every day, for fear of being eaten while I'm asleep. Lingnan, shall we leave?"

"What nonsense! Haven't you seen how the Beast God is angry during this rainy season? It's either earth dragons turning upside down or floods raging. You should be grateful for any shelter from the wind and rain. What are you complaining about?"

"..."

Fu Ying listened to the two talking, but the scattered information was unclear and useless.

She was about to stand up when she suddenly froze.

She looked down at her lower abdomen, her drooping eyelashes casting a shadow on her pale cheeks.

There, a purple double-petaled flower seemed to sway in the wind and rain, every line on it flowing with a moonlit glow, pure and sacred, completely unlike the lines of a beast god's contract.

At this moment, the flower is burning brightly.

She was so close that she could feel the veins of each petal as it unfolded.

Fallen rhizome.

The original owner's seven beast husbands were all unique and vying for attention.

Luo Heng is definitely the most special one.

Because his animal form was neither a ferocious beast nor a bird, but a moon-reflecting flower.

In the Beastman Continent, the probability of a plant acquiring beast crystals by chance and becoming a beastman is extremely low—perhaps only one every few hundred years. But fate loves to play such cruel jokes. This led the ruthless original owner to encounter this one-in-a-million miracle.

Luoheng is a moon-reflecting flower, which needs to be reflected in the moon to grow and absorb the moon's essence. Therefore, it can only take human form when the moon's essence is at its strongest, which should be its safest time.

Coincidentally, when the original owner was burying rotten animal bones in the Frost Plains tribe under the cover of night, he was discovered at the edge of the cliff.

Under the moonlight, vines hanging from the cliff face intertwined, and a boy with a fluorescent glow came into view. His pale skin had faint purple veins, and moonflowers that had not yet been gathered were still wrapped around his hair.

How could the original owner, who always sought out rare and exotic treasures, possibly let go of a plant-beastman, one in a million?

It is already difficult for plants to obtain beast crystals, and Luo Heng is just a one-star beastman with no strength to even kill a chicken.

Using her position as the daughter of her tribe's chief, the original owner forcefully brought Luo Heng back to the oasis tribe.

She formed a pact with Luo Heng solely for her own safety, ensuring that the latter would be bound by the Beast God Pact and dare not harbor any thoughts of rebellion.

If digging out Teng's beast crystal was a one-off deal, then for Luo Heng it was a long-term, perverse torture.

A rare plant-beastman was Fuying's favorite toy during that cold season.

What she loved to see most was Luo Heng unable to see the moon, curled up on the ground, listless and dejected.

His trembling body was like a withered flower.

The reason why Luoheng can condense beast crystals is entirely due to the nourishment of moonlight.

After being imprisoned by the original owner, it was unable to receive the moonlight normally for a long time, causing the beast crystal to shrink and the star pattern to break. Every full moon, it would suffer excruciating pain, and its body and mind were on the verge of collapse, almost going mad.

He had indeed gone mad, and after the Oasis tribe was destroyed, he disappeared without a trace.

Fu Ying's lips twitched, and she pinched her brow, feeling a bit of a headache.

So cruel.

These beasts were not only physically and mentally injured, but also suffered great mental torment, with every inch of their bones and blood soaked in hidden wounds that were difficult to heal.

For Luo Heng, falling into the hands of "Fu Ying" was far more hopeless than falling into an abyss.

As expected, Luo Heng should be in the place of the wandering orcs that these two orcs mentioned.

She patted the mud off her clothes and walked toward the two orcs who were being pulled from the water.

Qinglan decided to let things cool down for now; she needed to see just how crazy Luoheng had become.

As Fuying walked by, he crushed the dead wood on the riverbank, making a teeth-grinding crunching sound.

The two orcs immediately stopped what they were doing, their ears perked up, and they stared intently at Fuying.

When they saw that it was a glamorous and alluring female, they were both stunned.

She was wrapped in a half-wet animal skin, and the mud did not obscure her vibrant color; instead, it added to her wildness.

“Female…female? What are you doing here? Is it…” Lingnan was the first to come to his senses, staring at Fuying without looking away. He rubbed his hands together, his eyes darting around: “You were swept down by the flood, weren’t you?”

As he spoke, Lingnan reached out to help, but when he met Fuying's ambiguous smile, he suddenly withdrew his hand. This was the instinct of the beastmen to seek advantage and avoid harm.

This female made him realize the danger.

Fu Ying parted her red lips slightly: "Take me to the place you were talking about, the gathering place of wandering orcs."

"You...you mean..." Lingnan stammered, taking a half-step back, his monkey tail clenching slightly behind him, as he tentatively asked, "You mean the settlement over at the Black Crocodile Swamp?"

"Playing dumb?" Fu Ying narrowed his eyes, a spark of fire leaping from his fingertips.

“Witch…” Lingnan’s knees buckled, and the young orcs behind him were even more terrified, kneeling directly in the mud. They had just come out to find some food, how could they have encountered a witch who had been swept down by the flood?
Fu Ying didn't make a move; he simply threw out a bloodstained wild beast and said calmly, "Take me there."

The stench of prey's blood filled their nostrils, making the two orcs' eyes gleam with greed; they had been starving for a long time.

"Good, good!" Lingnan glanced at Fuying cautiously, pulled the prey over, and immediately put on a fawning smile, even twitching his beast ears in a flattering manner.

"My lady, please follow me through this forest..."

He led the way with his back bent, his tail still tucked tightly between his legs. Behind him, a young orc carried his prey, his stomach rumbling as he smelled the blood wafting from it.

"Ouch, watch your step..."

Fu Ying casually kicked aside a pale white orc skull that was blocking her way, and looked at the swamp in the distance.

Fallen osmanthus...

The chapter I wrote while staying up all night has sparked a lot of controversy.

Thank you all for the discussion. I've watched it all, and the plot will continue to develop.

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