Orc Girl's Tribal Daily Life

Chapter 131 Fire and Smoke Poison, Removed!

"Luo." Jiang Luoluo vaguely heard a voice calling her, and it sounded somewhat familiar.

After searching around, Jiang Luoluo finally realized that it was the witch calling her from in front of the fire.

"Come here, Luo." Wu pointed to an open space next to the remaining eight children and beckoned Jiang Luoluo over.

Jiang Luolu blinked, subconsciously glanced back at Ge, and only turned back after seeing Ge's reassuring smile, walking towards the direction of Wu.

Standing in the empty space, Jiang Luoluo couldn't help but glance at the others next to her—it was the shaman who would take off their clothes before getting a tattoo, instead of everyone taking off their clothes first and waiting to get a tattoo.

Everyone faced the fire and knelt on the ground... This position was mainly to facilitate the shaman's tattooing, making it very convenient.

Jiang Luolu hesitated, unsure whether to kneel down as well. She didn't seem to need tattoos, did she?

However, standing alone seemed too conspicuous, so Jiang Luoluo, thinking no one was paying attention to her, secretly sat down on the ground.

Then a very loud voice came from the crowd: "happy, look, Luo has sat down!"

Jiang Luoluo turned around angrily, her gaze fixed on the direction of the sound.

"happy, look! Luo is looking at me! Luo! Luo!" Zhuang jumped up and waved vigorously, but Xi grabbed his arm and pulled him to the back of the crowd.

Jiang Luoluo quickly looked away and lowered her head. "You wait! From now on, if there's anything delicious, you'll only get half a portion! One and a half portions!"

Only when she got closer could Jiang Luoluo see clearly what kind of tattoos Wu had put on the children's backs.

...It's quite abstract, like a picture of a wolf, but more like the word "wolf" in the tribal script, although it also looks like a drawing.

If it's an engraving, then Jiang Luoluo can understand why Wu Neng stabbed so quickly.

As Jiang Luoluo watched, she sensed an indescribable power taking shape under the witch's hand, resonating with the burning of the fire.

No wonder this step had to be completed before the fire was lit… Jiang Luoluo suddenly realized.

Perhaps it's because when something happens to you personally, time seems to fly by.

Jiang Luoluo then saw the witch holding a long needle and walking up to her.

"Huh? Me, am I going to be stabbed too?" Jiang Luoluo blinked as she looked at the witch.

Looking at the cub's expression, the shaman's somewhat tired face revealed a faint smile. Then, the shaman put down the long needle in his hand and dipped his finger in a little animal blood mixed with herbs.

Gently lift the cub's chin and draw a pattern on the cub's throat.

Unfortunately, Jiang Luoluo herself couldn't see the contents of the pattern; she could only sense it from the shaman's movements. The pattern didn't have many strokes, nor was it complicated.

The shaman quickly finished her actions and released the cub.

Jiang Luoluo dared not move, afraid that she might accidentally smudge the pattern and ruin its effect. She also dared not lower her head, so she could only tilt her head back and watch the witch's movements out of the corner of her eye.

The shaman took another flame from the fire and spread it across the group of children in front of him.

Jiang Luoluo clearly saw a flame flying towards her. She was so nervous that she thought she would become a little fire person in the forest ice and fire people, but she found that the flame only landed on her throat.

More specifically, it landed on the patterns in the shaman's paintings.

A warm, comfortable feeling emerged, but Jiang Luoluo wasn't ready. Immediately afterward, a sharp pain appeared, far more intense and rapid than when she was poisoned.

Jiang Luoluo instinctively reached for her throat, but then realized she shouldn't touch the pattern on the witch's painting, and her movements froze for a moment.

In that short time, Jiang Luoluo felt something rising in her throat and couldn't help but bend over and vomit on the ground.

A piece of red flesh, burning with flames, fell to the ground, emitting thick black smoke.

Jiang Luoluo couldn't help but take two steps back, looking at the black smoke that seemed to still be "alive" and resided in the flesh and blood, afraid that she would get even a little bit of it on her.

Wu casually picked up a wooden stick, and with a gentle flick, he lifted the piece of flesh that had fallen from Jiang Luoluo's throat, along with the black mist, into the fire.

The movements were so effortless, as if they were just throwing away some trash.

Oh no, so the spark can also be used as a "trash can"? Jiang Luoluo was incredulous.

Then she realized that the fire poison in her body seemed to have been removed? Could she speak now?

"..." Jiang Luoluo opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Then she tilted her head. Wait a minute, it felt like something was missing from her throat.

Jiang Luoluo instantly turned her head to look at the fire... Wait, that was hers that was thrown away...!

"They'll be fully grown in a few days." The shaman picked up the cub and walked to the side, leaving the space next to the fire for the remaining red wolf pups.

Jiang Luoluo looked at the witch, pointed to her throat, and looked somewhat anxious. Could it really grow back?

She feels really strange now. Her throat doesn't hurt, but she feels like something is missing.

The shaman nodded. "The Fire Smoke Poison has become one with your body. To remove it, you must gather it all together and then discard it along with a part of your body."

"Don't worry, this little injury will heal in a few days." The witch put down the cub and soothingly rubbed the little tuft of hair on its head.

"However, the areas where the fire poison has remained will be very fragile and easily injured. You should be careful to talk less in the future, otherwise you will feel very uncomfortable, Luo."

Jiang Luoluo nodded excitedly.

Being able to speak is already amazing; it's just that you speak a little less, which is nothing at all.

……

After the last group of children went through several steps, including getting familiar with their bodies, fighting for food, and regaining their human forms, most of the day had passed.

The sacrificial ceremony was finally drawing to a close and was about to end.

The shaman and the chieftain returned to the wooden platform.

The final segment was a hopeful look forward to the coming year, which was somewhat similar to the sacrificial scene in Jiang Luoluo's memory.

The shaman, facing the fire, recited a series of prayers, some wishing for "favorable weather next year," others for "a bountiful hunt next year," and still others for "freedom from illness and disaster for the people of the tribe"...

Each time the shaman recited a prayer and knelt down, the chief beside him would loudly repeat it and then kneel down as well.

The other tribesmen below the wooden platform would also kneel and worship in unison.

Even Jiang Luoluo couldn't help but blend into this atmosphere, kneeling and praying along with everyone else, genuinely hoping that her wish would come true.

After the shaman finished his prayers to the ancestors, Chief Jing raised his arms high, laughed loudly, and jumped off the wooden platform.

He was shouting a song that didn't really sound like a song.

"Frostfire! Frostfire!"

"We are an inextinguishable flame!"

"We are the frost and snow of ice!"

"Flame! Frost!"

"Burn! Freeze! Rule everything!"

……

The tribesmen followed suit, no longer paying attention to the lines drawn on the ground. Everyone rushed to the fire, singing and dancing loudly with their leader, Jing.

The dance-like postures, resembling some kind of combat technique, gave the entire mountaintop an inexplicable feeling of a "military parade," with the uniform postures seeming like a harbinger of some kind of war.

However, everyone's face was filled with a genuine and bright smile, unlike the menacing look of the dance moves.

Jiang Luoluo was led by Ge to join in, each of her limbs making their own movements, and they danced the whole song together.