Chapter 196: Ruyi, don't fail me now

Chapter 196: Ruyi, don't fail me now

Han Cheng stared at the exposed patch of fur, stunned.

The retreating Eldest Senior Brother soon obscured his line of sight.

The Eldest Senior Brother bumped into Han Cheng, turned around to look, and, seeing Han Cheng's gaze fixed straight ahead at the saber-toothed tiger, he thought he was worried about the tiger.

Just as he was about to say a few words in a low voice, Han Cheng had already started to retreat.

Though he was extremely eager to confirm whether the creature lying in the grass was indeed Fu Jiang, he couldn't put the entire tribe at risk.

As everyone slowly backed away, the saber-toothed tiger and the slightly red-eyed wild boars disappeared, and as the tense atmosphere dissipated, the group became more active.

The Eldest Senior Brother glanced back at the area and motioned for everyone to head elsewhere. However, it was at this moment that Han Cheng stepped forward.

"Divine Child!"

"Divine Child!"

Understanding Han Cheng's intentions, everyone grew anxious and began calling out to him in low voices.

Seeing the concerned looks on their faces, Han Cheng smiled reassuringly, telling them not to worry and that he wouldn't act rashly.

The Eldest Senior Brother and the others refused to leave without Han Cheng, insisting on accompanying him back.

Only after Han Cheng displayed the authority of the "Divine Child" did they fall silent, their concern evident.

Han Cheng instructed everyone to wait there and, for safety's sake, had Mu Tou chop down several tough vines from a nearby tree with stone axes, using them to create a barrier in front and on both sides of the group.

Everyone was now located on a moderately steep slope surrounded by tall trees.

The chopped vines were entwined around these trees, forming three layers: one about twenty centimeters off the ground, one at waist height, and the highest one about a meter above the ground.

There was a branch extending towards the center of the confrontation.

Though it was a branch, it was thick enough, about the size of a bucket.

Han Cheng flipped onto this thick branch and moved cautiously forward.

After advancing about three meters, he stopped at the fork. This spot was conducive to concealing his presence and provided stability.

With one hand holding onto the branch, Han Cheng looked towards the saber-toothed tiger. From his elevated position, he could see the lump in the grass quite clearly. His heart couldn't help but pound at the sight, as the fur color and partial body shape resembled Fu Jiang's!

However, the distance was still too far, and the creature had been bitten, so the details were unclear.

Feeling uncomfortable and hopeful, Han Cheng wished it wasn't Fu Jiang.

He wanted to get closer but restrained himself.

As the trunk extended forward, it branched out more, and the branches ahead quickly became thinner.

While it could support his weight, it couldn't conceal his figure, and it was very easy to make noise. It wouldn't be good if these guys found out he was here.

He looked down at the wild boars below, making threatening noises but ultimately unwilling to attack, and at the saber-toothed tiger, only growling softly. He cursed their fussiness in his heart. Were they going to bicker like this before every battle? Bicker first, then fight?

After waiting for a while, Han Cheng couldn't wait any longer. He quietly took off his backpack and wore it in front of him.

Inside the backpack were eight small stones, which Han Cheng had carefully selected and placed inside. Because there were only a few stones, they covered the bottom of the backpack. The stones wouldn't fall out even if he bent over with the backpack on.

He took out a stone from inside and held it in his hand, squeezing it tightly. Thinking of the scene in Water Margin where Yan Qing shot the sparrow, he silently prayed in his heart, "If Fu Jiang's life is not meant to end, let this stone hit the wild boar below, startling the beasts and leaving behind a broken corpse for me to inspect! If Fu Jiang cannot survive this time, the stone will miss, and the beasts will remain unmoved!"

After silently praying this way, Han Cheng raised his right hand, which he often used to practice throwing stones for fun. Looking at the stone in his hand, he whispered, "Ruyi, don't fail me now!"

Then, with a sudden swing of his arm, he let go of the stone, which flew straight downward!