Wu Yue looked down at the serene face of the Half-beastman Warrior, her heart aching with grief.
It was a familiar face—Shi Lin!
The kind, simple Half-beastman Warrior who had traded meat for hemostatic grass and had even made her a bathtub and water bucket!
Her voice was raspy. "Let me see him."
The female let go of her hand, resting Shi Lin's head on her lap.
Wu Yue stepped forward and held a finger under his nose. There was indeed no breath.
Silence instantly spread through the tribe. No one had imagined that in the span of a single night, a Half-beastman Warrior would lose his life.
The female's suppressed sobs started again, and Wu Yue's heart ached in sympathy.
"Host, I think the priority right now is to save Shi Lin. If we wait any longer, he's really going to meet the Beast God."
The System's sudden voice startled Wu Yue out of her sorrow.
