Author: Yi Ren Bei
Chapter 3
Yan Mo finally got a scoop of water. His parched throat screamed for relief as he instinctively pounced on the ladle—only to stop himself just in time.
Drink slowly, he reminded himself.
As he drank, savoring each sip, the man—whom Yan Mo now knew as Yuan Zhan—spoke with Fei Quan. Yuan Zhan removed something from the grass belt around his waist and handed it to the brawny man with the protruding belly. Fei Quan nodded, seemingly satisfied, and walked over to the thatch barn.
From the barn, Fei Quan picked up a mangled animal that looked like a dog. Its body was in terrible condition: head half severed, limbs chopped off, and its stomach crudely sliced open.
Meanwhile, Yuan Zhan noticed Yan Mo had finished the water. Without hesitation, he snatched the ladle, dipped it into the animal's neck, and filled it with blood. He shoved the ladle back in Yan Mo's face and barked, "Drink!"
Yan Mo hesitated only briefly. Animal blood? Sure, it wasn't ideal, but it was a viable way to replenish salt and nutrients in this brutal environment.
He pushed past his initial revulsion, gripping the ladle as he slowly began to drink. To his surprise, his body didn't react negatively. There was no nausea or gagging. He realized this must be the body's innate conditioning—it had likely consumed animal blood many times before.
As Yan Mo drank, Yuan Zhan moved around the area, gathering leaves from the thistle plant Yan Mo had pointed out. He handed all the gathered leaves to Yan Mo, who accepted them with a murmured expression of thanks.
Yuan Zhan grabbed Yan Mo's arm, his rough hands pressing against his skin. Glancing briefly at Yan Mo's mangled leg, he hoisted him up under the arms.
Yan Mo was relieved. Though being carried this way wasn't comfortable, it was far better than being slung over someone's shoulder. His broken leg would have screamed in protest if that had happened.
Despite the pain, Yan Mo forced himself to observe his surroundings as they moved.
This is not a harmonious tribe. That was Yan Mo's first impression.
In the central plaza, men and women worked silently. No one spared even a glance at Yuan Zhan or offered a greeting.
Around the plaza, a stockade enclosed the living area. People lived in tents made from hide, and the stockade had an open passage through which people and animals could pass freely.
Two wide, parallel dirt roads ran through the center, each large enough to accommodate a horse-drawn cart. Tents lined both sides of the roads, and while the area bustled with activity, interactions seemed minimal. Most people walked purposefully, and those sitting outside their tents were busy weaving, cooking, or performing other labor.
The plaza was situated at the heart of the stockade. The tents closest to the plaza were smaller, crudely made, and sparsely furnished—likely the homes of the poor or slaves. But as they moved further uphill, the tents grew larger, cleaner, and more well-maintained.
Yan Mo quickly noted the pattern: the higher up the hill a tent was, the higher the status of its occupant. At the very top stood a grand tent, guarded by men wearing leather skirts. It was almost certainly the chief's dwelling.
It became apparent that Yuan Zhan's status in the tribe was average.
Yan Mo carefully memorized their route. After passing the square, they turned onto a smaller path that branched off the main dirt road. Yuan Zhan's tent was in the fourth and final row of tents along this path.
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