Don't mess with that Miao boy, he's sickly and perverted.

Faced with Wu Li's explanation, Meng Lu had nowhere to verify it.

The High Priest is still in seclusion and it will take some time before he emerges. It's difficult to confirm whether Wu Li has come out of seclusion on the High Priest's orders. However, Meng Lu believes he wouldn't dare to lie, otherwise the High Priest would have plenty of ways to punish him.

But Menglu felt an inexplicable jealousy.

The Wugu tribe members can never leave Chishan for their entire lives, but Wu Li can.

"It's just a dog, let it out for a bit," Menglu could only console himself. Then he unleashed a torrent of vicious curses at the bastard, but he could no longer treat him like he used to as a child, beating and abusing the bastard without hesitation, for fear of being poisoned by the venomous insects within him.

Menglu was very unhappy, so he turned his anger on Chai Xiaomi, who was struggling to carry her luggage.

The woman was only up to Wu Li's shoulder. She carried a bundle in each hand, one large on the left and one small on the right. The girl was clearly exerting all her strength, her face was flushed red, and her eyes were glaring angrily at Wu Li.

"I packed your luggage, so naturally you should carry it. Even if you glare at me with your eyes wide open, it won't change anything. I haven't repaid the favor I did for you that night. A small act of kindness deserves a great return."

The thought of Wu Li patting her head and saying those words, making her feel completely at ease, and even using grand principles to shut her up, left Chai Xiaomi speechless. No wonder he "mercifully" packed her bags; it turned out he was waiting for her here.

Chai Xiaomi's cheeks were puffed up with anger, just like the bundle hanging from her arm. Her attention was entirely on Wu Li, and she didn't notice the gaze that Meng Lu was casting at her.

Because of system maintenance, after losing the simultaneous interpreter for Youtiao, she could no longer understand Miao language.

I have no idea what they were babbling about, but even a fool could guess that they couldn't possibly have anything good coming out of their mouths. Otherwise, why would Wu Li's eyes look so terrifying right now, as if he were about to kill someone?

Indifference was Wu Li's consistent attitude towards his clansmen.

This often made Menglu feel that Wuli didn't take them seriously at all, as if they were a group of ants jumping around, full of contempt from a superior.

But then, he actually fought back.

To everyone's surprise, the high priest's dog started biting people.

"Say what you just said again," the boy's voice, hardened by ice, trailed off with unusual slowness.

Meng Lu chuckled a few times, a smug satisfaction in his grasp of Wu Li's weakness. "So I was right after all. He called it a drug-raising person, huh? What, you're getting angry now that you've been exposed!"

Upon hearing this, the people behind her burst into laughter, their lewd and malicious gazes falling on Chai Xiaomi.

Putting everything else aside, this girl's figure and appearance are no less than those of the princess who is known as the most beautiful woman in Liangya Prefecture.

When I first saw her, she looked disheveled. But upon closer inspection, I noticed her bright eyes and white teeth. Her large, black, grape-like eyes became increasingly captivating. Her skin was translucent like fine porcelain, and her waist was so slender it could be encircled with one hand. I wondered what it would feel like to touch her; it must be incredibly smooth and tender.

Thinking of this, Menglu licked his lips and repeated his previous words, his language becoming increasingly offensive: "I think it's just a male dog in heat picking up a female dog to amuse himself! It's just that this female dog doesn't seem very clever, so while you're out, I'll send her to you for a few days to play with, and I'll train her for you! Uh—"

Before he could finish speaking, he choked up.

He gripped his neck with both hands, feeling something wriggling in his throat and then rushing into his brain.

Then, without warning, an eyeball rolled out!

He instinctively raised his hand and caught it.

A bloody eyeball lay in his palm, its veins intertwined, staring straight at him. Meng Lu was terrified by the gaze of that eyeball, and his hand trembled uncontrollably.

"Uh—uh—" Menglu opened his mouth, trying to scream, but his throat felt like it was being choked by an invisible hand, and he could only make broken hoarse sounds.

The people behind them were also stunned by this sudden scene, their mouths agape in shock, and no one uttered a sound.

"Aaaaaah!"

But one person shouted very loudly.

Chai Xiaomi threw down her bundle and buried herself in Wu Li's arms.

"How did his eyeballs fall out?!"

The scene was too bloody, but the main thing was that it was so sudden. They were talking when tears just started falling from her eyes without her noticing. She closed her eyes tightly and buried her face in Wu Li's chest.

A deep, youthful voice came from above:

Are you satisfied?

Chai Xiaomi was stunned for a moment, then looked up to meet the boy's downcast face. Her eyes were slightly raised, and her tone even had a hint of seeking praise.

"Huh?" She was stunned. "What?"

She does not endorse bloodshed and violence.

Seeing Chai Xiaomi blink twice blankly, her eyes filled with confusion.

Wu Li then realized that Meng Lu hadn't understood what she had just said. She had clearly understood Miao language before, but now she looked confused.

That's true. Given her temper, if she had understood, she would have jumped up and down long ago.

Strangely enough, when he looked into her clear and innocent eyes, he was secretly glad that she hadn't understood those vulgar words.

He had endured the most vile words and the most despicable insults, and was already used to them. But she must have never heard of them before, otherwise why would she always argue and bicker with him over the smallest, most trivial things?

"What am I satisfied with, Wu Li!" Chai Xiaomi shrank back, her hair standing on end as she caught a glimpse of Meng Lu's empty, bloodshot eyes. "I don't like watching such bloody and violent things. Did he say something that upset you?"

When Chai Xiaomi saw the smug look in Wu Li's eyes, she guessed who the instigator was.

He wasn't usually in a stable mood when this group of people caused him trouble before.

He was so stable that she was almost exasperated, wishing she could remind him, "Hey, aren't you the villain? Give me a good thrashing!"

The girl's clear eyes were always as bright and clear as moonlight, so even the slightest hint of disdain was particularly noticeable and somewhat offensive.

She was not satisfied.

What is she disgusted by?

Wu Li's gaze suddenly turned cold; he remembered—she loathed everything dirty.

He himself is the embodiment of "filth".

He was the defiled product of the saintess, the unspeakable shame of his clan, and a vessel for raising Gu worms. He was like an immortal monster, his body cycling between decay and healing, his mind silently twisting in the long, dark years.

He gradually grew to love the stench and bloodshed, to love playing the victim in front of his people, and to love the innocent expression after the killing.

Every year, people go missing deep in the Chi Mountains, and the tribe says it is the work of evil spirits.

No one knew that the "evil spirit" was him.

Chi Lie was the only exception. He was in a playful mood and just wanted to scare her. He acted impulsively but forgot that she was the high priest's nephew. So he broke his ribs and staged the whole thing himself.

He enjoyed and reveled in torturing people with witchcraft, and was obsessed with watching those faces contorted with fear. Those secret, exhilarating moments were among the few pleasures in his gloomy life.

All of this was unknown to anyone within the Wugu clan.

Now, however, it has been exposed.

I acted impulsively again.

Wu Li lowered her eyes, looking at her pale fingers. The slight tingling sensation from activating the Gu worms still lingered at her fingertips.

"Wu Li!" Behind Meng Lu, someone finally broke free from their shock, their voice trembling, "When...did you steal such insidious Gu techniques?"

"Three months ago, Uncle Aji's body was found at the bottom of the cliff behind the mountain, his eyes had been gouged out... Last month, Sister Qing, who was washing clothes by the stream, mysteriously disappeared, and was found three days later in an old tree hole, also blind..."

His voice trembled more and more, each word seeming to be squeezed out with difficulty from his throat:

"Could all of those have been your doing!?"

In their eyes, Wu Li was a walking poisonous insect, whose flesh and blood had nurtured countless venomous creatures, and that touching him carelessly would result in a backlash. Over the years, the clansmen had avoided him like the plague, both disgusted by his mixed bloodline and fearful of the danger within his body.

Little did he know that his own ability to manipulate Gu magic had reached such a level that it was probably second only to the High Priest and the Clan Chief.