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Chapter 326: The Poison Turns into Plague and the Disaster Is Coming
It was not until the next day that reinforcements from the Wu clan found this place.

The broken bone flutes and clay whistles scattered on the ground reveal the reason for the information cut off.

The wounded lying on the ground were covered with the corpses of poisonous insects. It was obvious that they did not sit there and wait to die, but actively expelled the poison from their bodies to save themselves.

This move was very useful, at least none of the hunters died and they held on until rescue arrived.

"Which direction did the poisoner go?"

Golbudan pointed in a direction with an angry tone, "Be careful, the poisonous people are cunning and treacherous. They may deliberately set up a trap to leave in front of us and then quietly go in another direction."

"Don't worry about this. We will hire a poisonous insect to track him down. He won't be able to escape even if he goes to heaven or hell."

Speaking of poisonous insects, there are also poisonous insects in people!

"What? Gu worms? The poisoner is from the Central Plains, and he also has Gu worms."
"Damn it! These warriors are so shameless that they stole my precious secrets and used them shamelessly."

When the hunters who came to help learned about Zhou You's abilities, they were both shocked and angry.

Suddenly, a voice sounded, "The poisonous man knocked down the six of you, kidnapped a witch beast, and was able to escape unscathed."

"Is he too good, or are you guys trash?"

The noisy scene suddenly became quiet.

Golbudan's face was flushed with anger. He was about to refute, but when he saw the person coming, he instantly wilted, "Brother!"

The man who came was also a hunter, riding a wolf-bodied witch beast with a crocodile head, and walking stiffly beside him was a fist puppet.

This wizard is none other than Golbuhan, an elite hunter at the intermediate martial artist level and Golbudan’s elder brother.

Golbuhan glanced at his brother coldly, "Waste!"

Golbudan didn't dare to refute. When he saw his brother, he was like a mouse seeing a cat, and didn't dare to make a sound.

"Brother, we must kill the poisoner to protect the dignity of our witch clan."

Golbuhan raised his hand and said, "Don't go yet. You are worse than this loser in poisoning people. You will die if you go there. Let me go and meet the poisoner."

"Within three days, I will return triumphantly with the witch beast and the poison man's corpse."

"Before that, bring the wounded back to the tribe and ask the elders to use the insect array to extract the poison and treat them."

After saying that, Golbuhan nodded to the Fist Puppet, "Please!"

The blood and energy in the eyes of the Fist Puppet surged, condensing into two extremely hot red dots, which suddenly left a trail of dust explosion and disappeared on the spot.

The witch beast under Golbuhan raised its head and roared twice before chasing after it.

"When can I be like my brother!"

Golbudan looked at his brother's strength and his nose felt hot and blood gushed out, and he couldn't stop it.

Several wounded soldiers came from different tribes and were sent home according to their affiliations. As for the sacrificed poisonous insects, according to custom, they were also sent to the tribe's altar for breeding poisonous insects for "belly burial" and became food for newborn poisonous insects.

Soon, with the help of the witches, the injured returned to the tribe and received good care.

"The poisoner did it?"

An elder whose gender could not be seen clearly, holding a colorful spider on his head, was checking Golbudan's blood.

There was a small amount of blood in the pottery bowl, and several strange-looking corpses of poisonous insects were floating in it.

Golbudan nodded, "Yes, his poison is weaker this time. I wonder what happened?"

"The Central Plains Poison Technique is derived from the Mysterious Book of Transformation of the Wu Clan. The principle is the same. The poison is not without a source and needs to be replenished all the time."

The elder analyzed, "Our tribe has an altar, an insect formation, and we raise poisonous insects and poisonous insects. He is an outsider, and he is being hunted by elites from all sides. Even if he has a deadly poison, it has almost been consumed."

"After a while, he will be like a poisonous bee with its stinger removed, and will no longer be able to cause harm."

"Today I will drain your blood to remove the poison. Tomorrow I will use the Heart-Zhao Gu to open your stomach and remove your necrotic internal organs. The remaining skin, flesh and marrow will be healed by yourself with your body as a martial artist." The elder sighed, "All the poisonous insects in your body are dead. This battle will definitely be fierce." On the altar not far away, wizards dumped the corpses of the poisonous insects, and broken insect eggs rained down all over the ground.

This is a breeding farm for hatching larvae. It is littered with chopped-up wild animal remains and even a few skulls.

Countless poisonous insects crawled on the food and devoured it all in the blink of an eye, which made people's scalps tingle.

The corpses of poisonous insects that fall from the sky are also excellent food. They can replenish their shells and toxins and are one of the larvae's favorite supplements.

The rustling sound is like spring silkworms gnawing on mulberry leaves.

In just a few breaths, all the poisonous insect corpses brought back were divided up.

"I heard that the poison of the poisoner is contagious, why did you pour it into the altar without making any distinction?"

"Hey, the last incident has already been concluded. It was the dust and dirt from the Central Plains that caused the infection. It wasn't the poison that spread, but the filthy disease that the poisoner brought with him. The elders had already driven it away."

The sound of conversation echoed above the altar...

Amidst the tide of poisonous insects, there was a cute larva chewing the remains of poisonous insects in its mouth, and a hint of gray flashed across its eyes as big as green beans.

The gray gas flashed by but did not disappear.

Gradually, the surrounding poisonous insects also emitted gray gas, which lasted only for a short moment and did not last long.

As time passed, Golbudan gradually recovered and was able to walk outside and regain his body functions.

For some reason, I always feel that the sky over the tribe is gray, as if covered by a layer of gray gauze, but it doesn’t seem like a cloudy day.

As he walked through the tribe, the faces of the witches he saw seemed to be covered with gray.

The witch beasts crawling beside the stones and the poisonous insects burrowing in the pile of bones are also gray in color.

Something is wrong, this is definitely wrong!

"Where is the elder? I need to look for him?"

When Golbudan saw the elder again, he finally realized what was wrong.

There were hundreds of witches around the elder who had died of serious illness. They were all weak and had diseases.

"It is highly contagious. Although not ferocious, it targets the elderly, the weak, women and children."

The elder became insane and dissected the corpses one by one, "Yes, the poisoner did it on purpose. He used poison to create a strong infectious power, which caused this sweeping plague."

"Golbdan, the poison you brought back has spread and turned into a plague."

Although there are many masters in the witch clan, including hunters, great witches and so on, there are more ordinary witches.

These witches were completely powerless to resist the plague.

The only way is for hunters like Golbudan to use their qi and blood to disperse the disease and save the tribesmen one by one.

This move is slow, but it can save lives.

However, in this way, the masters of the Wu clan have no time to split themselves, so they can only choose to save people instead of hunting down the poisoner.

"It's vicious, so vicious."

Golbdan wished he could bite his teeth to pieces. He looked in the direction of several other tribes and saw that the same scene was certainly happening there.

Not only him, but other injured hunters who returned to the tribe must have also been infected with the plague.

What's even more desperate is that the hunters who came to rescue them later were more numerous and distributed in a wider tribe.

A catastrophe is about to come.

(End of this chapter)