"Shan Zaizai, how many Fruit of Divine Punishment are there in the small forest?" Ge Xing asked seriously.
Ji Nuan thought for a moment, his face slightly troubled. "I can’t count them all, it was full everywhere I looked when I was hunting the Giggle Beast.
And it’s not clear whether the Tumang Tribe has thrown Divine Punishment Fruit in other parts of the tribal territory."
Upon hearing Ji Nuan’s words, the faces of the two beasts could not help showing extreme discomfort.
"Ge Xing, you go and organize the orcs to pick up all the Divine Punishment Fruit in our tribal territory. I will think of a way to deal with them.
I hope our Watson Tribe can safely survive this disaster." Grandma Shaman’s face was ashen, and her body looked more hunched than ever.
Looking at the elderly woman, Ji Nuan felt worried about Grandma, who was the first one to show her warmth in this foreign world. "Clan Leader, is Grandma Shaman okay?"
Ge Xing waved his hand casually, "Ah! The shaman is getting old, but the females in our tribe have no talent, they can’t communicate with the Beast God, nor can they remember so many medicinal herbs. The shaman is worried about the inheritance."
Ji Nuan remained silent. She wished to learn about herbs from the shaman, but as for communicating with the Beast God, she admitted she was stumped. After all, she had always been an atheist.
"Clan Leader, then I’ll go back first. The cub was left alone in the cave, I don’t know how he’s doing."
After telling the Clan Leader and Shaman Ama about the white fruit, Ji Nuan finally remembered her chubby little lion cub. She wondered if the little one was doing all right at home.
Ge Xing waved his hand, his voice revealing a slight fatigue, "Go ahead!"
Ji Nuan nodded, about to cover the open straw next to her, but suddenly remembered what the Clan Leader had said about the terrifying Divine Punishment Fruit, that no plant will grow in the land that houses it?
She stood up and looked at the still gray-faced Ge Xing, "Uncle Clan Leader, the Divine Punishment Fruit is so terrifying, will it kill you if you accidentally eat it?"
Upon hearing this, Ge Xing turned around and looked strangely at the thin, little girl, "Eating the Divine Punishment Fruit won’t kill you, it just tastes bad.
My father told me that when our Watson Tribe first came here, there were many Divine Punishment Fruit Trees in the territory, and some females had gathered them.
Later, an orc accidentally ate a Divine Punishment Fruit, and his mouth was very painful and bitter, and he had to drink a lot of water to recover.
As the Divine Punishment Fruits fell on the ground one after another, no other plant grew in the place where they had fallen except for the Divine Punishment Fruit Trees."
Ji Nuan curiously asked, "So the orc who ate the Divine Punishment Fruit was fine?"
Ge Xing shook his head, "Of course, he was fine!"
Ji Nuan looked at the Clan Leader suspiciously, "How do you know? Did your father tell you?"
Looking at Ji Nuan’s curious look, Ge Xing was a bit embarrassed. "Because that orc who ate the Divine Punishment Fruit turned out to be the father of my father’s father’s father."
Ji Nuan was stupefied, feeling as though she had been transported back to the orphanage when the director would begin stories with ’a long, long time ago...’
She hurriedly picked up her basket, "Uncle Clan Leader, I won’t disturb you any longer, I’m going back to my cave!"
Ge Xing choked slightly, it took a while before he couldn’t help but laugh, "This little one!"
Once again he sighed heavily and moved towards the open ground of the tribe, he needed to promptly arrange for the orcs to gather the Divine Punishment Fruits.