Chapter 427: The Shaman Who Ate Delicious Food Until He Transformed

Chapter 427: The Shaman Who Ate Delicious Food Until He Transformed

The shaman of the Flying Snake Tribe held a bowl in his hands, examining it closely and looking utterly delighted. The bowl and the clay pot had captivated him for a long time, and the more he looked at them, the more amazed and incredulous he became.

His tribe was already formidable compared to the surrounding tribes. They had conquered many tribes and seized numerous items. However, nothing they had acquired could compare to these few pieces of pottery.

Even his two prized stone basins, which held the most water in his tribe, were outclassed by this seemingly smaller yet far more practical clay pot. Unlike the lightweight and delicate pottery, the stone basins were cumbersome and difficult to move. In terms of appearance, the stone basins could not even begin to compare.

The shaman had never dared to dream of such finely crafted items. How had they managed to carve the stone into such perfect shapes?

As he emerged from his astonishment and delight at the pottery, the shaman began to ponder its origin with growing suspicion. To him, such items should not even exist.

“¥?”

With these thoughts swirling in his mind, he approached Cao Geng, who was tied up, had his nose battered to one side, and asked a question. Though he wished to remain silent, Cao Geng found himself terrified in the presence of this seemingly frail man—more so than when facing the robust leader.

“*%&$...”

Driven by fear, Cao Geng began to explain. However, the language barrier made it impossible for the shaman to understand him. Simple gestures could convey basic concepts, but the story behind the pottery was complex. Cao Geng’s fear only made his explanation more chaotic.

“...”

Even the intelligent shaman could not decipher Cao Geng’s babbling. Growing irritated, he waved his hand to silence Cao Geng and returned to studying the fascinating 'stone' containers.

“?”

Upon opening one of the smaller pots, the shaman found a pleasant surprise: it contained white, grainy substances. His initial thought was snow, but he quickly dismissed this, knowing it wasn’t the season for snow.

He cautiously touched the white granules inside, confirming they were not snow. The exquisite pottery seemed to hold something just as extraordinary. Curious, he approached Cao Geng again, holding a pinch of the white substance between his fingers and gesturing for Cao Geng to taste it.

"¥!"

The third leader of the Flying Snake Tribe appeared indignant, rushing over to punch and kick Cao Geng, whose nose was still crooked.

"≈ap;......!"

After spitting out the water from his mouth, the shaman spoke up to stop him...

The sun was setting aggressively in the west, about to descend behind the mountains. The orange-red light casts a radiant glow over everything, creating a spectacular sight.

In the golden sunlight-drenched forest, a group of people was moving. They carried weapons in their hands, and the spoils of their hunt or the fruits they had gathered were on their shoulders or in their hands.

Leading them was the chief of Cao Geng's tribe. At this moment, he was carrying a sizable prey on his shoulder, the tribe's biggest catch of the day. Tonight, even the weakest among them would get a share of meat.

Thinking of this and seeing the joyful expressions of those who had received the news, he couldn't help but feel happy.

With these thoughts, his mind drifted involuntarily to the large herd of deer. If they could capture that herd of deer...

His face lit up with longing.

Cao Geng and a few others were stationed there, watching closely, hoping to catch sight of the deer tracks...

"¥!"

Suddenly, a cry from behind interrupted his pleasant daydream.