The vicious female Ye Youcha, who is in Shura Field every day

Chapter 184 Pottery
The night was as dark as ink. Deep in the dense forest on the cliff, the humid air was filled with a strong stench of decay.

The wind blew through the treetops, making a rustling sound, occasionally mixed with one or two shrill animal roars, which seemed particularly creepy in the dark night.

Under the cover of night, several figures quietly approached the underground river at the bottom of the cliff.

The leading orc from the Mad Lion Tribe lowered his voice and said to his companions behind him with a vigilant look, "Be careful, this place is very evil."

As soon as he finished speaking, the soil under his feet suddenly loosened, and a black snake tail suddenly wrapped around the two legs of the leading orc of the Mad Lion Tribe, dragging him into the dark river full of venom at an extremely fast speed.

"what…"

The shrill screams instantly pierced the night sky.

Before the other orcs could react, they saw countless pale animal bones breaking out of the ground, their empty eye sockets staring straight at them.

He was so scared that he ran away in a hurry.

Qingzhu stood on the clifftop, his emerald green eyes coldly staring at the frightened orcs. In the moonlight, his slender figure was like a ghost.

"How many batches are there? There are people coming here to die every day."

Qingzhu's expression was cold and indifferent, and his voice was full of sarcasm.

Xuan Ming shook the blood off his claws with a look of disdain, "These idiots really believe in curses."

Ye Ling stepped out from the shadows, his silver eyes narrowed slightly: "Not cruel enough. Mo Lin, bring up the skeleton from the dark river and let it dance."

Mo Lin swung his tail expressionlessly, and suddenly more than a dozen white skeletons emerged from the dark river, lined up and began to tap dance.

The bones clattered against each other, and in the moonlight it looked like a group of demons dancing wildly.

"Add something more."

Ye Ling took out a honeycomb from somewhere and threw it down.

Qingzhu's eyelids twitched wildly, and he looked at Ye Ling: "When did you steal the bees..."

The words were not finished.

The enraged poisonous bees rushed towards the group of dancing bones like a dark cloud.

The bones, stained with bee venom, began to emit green smoke. In the distance, the hyena beastman's voice crackled with a scream: "Bone... bone... the head has become a spirit!"

Three days later, the entire lower region of the Beast World Continent was spreading the rumor that the bones from the falling cliffs would form a group to perform a courtship dance and specifically capture single orcs for ghost marriages.

Wolf Tribe.

Su Xiyue sat in the cave, munching on fruit while cradling her swollen belly. She listened to Yunxiang's vivid description, and the corners of her mouth twitched. "Is this rumor going astray?"

Yunxiang was shaking with laughter. "What's so weird about that! Now even the females in the Rat Tribe don't dare go out to pee in the middle of the night, for fear of being captured by the Bone Demon and taken as their mate!"

She spat out a mouthful of fruit residue, her mouth twitching violently, and looked at Yunxiang, "That salt lake..."

"Stable."

Yunxiang placed the cub-like Mu Han on Su Xiyue's knees. "Here, I give it back to you. This little ancestor is really powerful. My cubs are obviously bigger than him, but they were bullied like crazy. Now they tremble when they see him. The animal skins I prepared to keep for the winter have been gnawed by him and are full of holes. It makes me so sad."

After saying that, he poked Mu Han's little head, his voice gritting his teeth.

"I'll give you ten!"

Su Xiyue chuckled and pointed at the neatly stacked animal skins in the backpack in the cave: "Go pick them yourself, but don't take the ones from Ye Linghun. He's very stingy and will hang you on a tree to dry if he finds out."

Yunxiang immediately ran to the backpack and rummaged through it, shouting without turning back, "I know, I know. I dare not touch the animal skins that Ye Ling gave you. But I can't tell which ones are his. Can you come and take a look?"

Su Xiyue glanced over there and said, "The first basket contains the ones Ye Ling gave me. The second basket contains Mo Lin's snake skin, which is not convenient for me to give it to you. The third basket contains the animal skins, you can pick whatever you want..."

Thinking that Bai Qi was also a jealous person, he hurriedly changed his words: "Forget it, you should take the animal skin in the basket in the corner. It was given to you by my father."

Yunxiang immediately walked to the backpack in the corner and muttered as she sorted through the animal skins, "Those males in your family are too picky. They even want to sort the animal skins into different categories."

She selected four sable pelts, three snow rabbit pelts, and three fire fox pelts.

I found that they were all well processed, without any smell, soft and warm, and I could use them right away.

Then he glanced at the little fellow on Su Xiyue's lap and couldn't help asking, "Xiyue, where did this tiger cub come from? It's obviously a cub from the Winged Tiger Tribe. Could it be that you had an affair with an orc from the Winged Tiger Tribe and secretly gave birth to a cub?"

Su Xiyue was almost choked to death by Yunxiang's words. She rolled her eyes speechlessly and said, "I picked up this kid on the street. I took pity on him so I brought him back to raise."

Yunxiang poked the tiger cub's paw pad, not doubting her words. "In that case, it's best to find a chance to throw it back to the Winged Tiger Tribe. The Winged Tiger Tribe values ​​its members very highly. Even without a father and mother, the tribe will raise it to adulthood. I see you're about to give birth, so how will you have the energy to take care of this little one then?"

The voice just fell.

Mu Han's claws suddenly slapped the back of Yunxiang's hand, and he bared his little fangs in a fierce look.

Yunxiang was startled by the tiger cub's slap. Looking at the red mark on the back of her hand, she didn't get angry. She just smiled and said, "Oh, you have quite a temper!"

She withdrew her hand, picked up the selected animal skin, and waved to Su Xiyue: "Okay, I'm leaving first. Take it easy and don't tire the baby in your belly. Come to me if you have any problems." After Yunxiang left.

Su Xiyue looked at the fur-ruffled little tiger cub on her knees, reached out and poked Mu Han on the forehead, and began to lecture him with a fierce expression:
"Little guy, are you really getting bolder and bolder? Not only are you naughty, but you're also bullying others? If you dare to do that again next time, I'll stew you into tiger meat soup."

"Ouch..."

The little guy rubbed his head against her palm. There was no fear in his wet golden pupils. He whimpered softly in his throat, as if he was acting coquettishly, or as if he was defending himself.

Seeing the little guy like this, she couldn't help laughing out loud and couldn't bear to be mean to him anymore.

Rubbing the tiger cub's head, he suddenly remembered the pottery making before. When the kiln was halfway built, Chu Youyou's incident happened.

He rushed to the salt lake in a hurry and stayed there ever since.

Soon after, the secret of the salt lake was exposed, and everyone was busy dealing with Bai Ye, so the pottery making was put on hold.

Now rumors are flying everywhere, and all the major tribes think that Luoshan Cliff is cursed by the "Beast God", and almost no orcs dare to approach it.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is one of the ten forbidden areas in the beast world.

The salt lake is safe for the time being, and I have some time to tinker with pottery.

It’s not a big deal to always use stone pots and stone bowls.

"Come on, let me take you to play in the mud."

She carried Mu Han out of the cave and went to the river.

Bao Fu followed behind.

The riverside still looks the same as it did when I last left.

The semi-finished kiln has been air-dried and shaped, with several baskets of excavated clay piled next to it.

However, the clay has dried up, so it seems we have to dig it again.

Su Xiyue put Mu Han on the ground and let him play by himself.

After touching the half-finished kiln and confirming that the structure was stable, he directed Baofu to go to the river to dig clay again.

Although Baofu didn't understand what she was doing, he still obediently went to dig the clay.

As she was easily tired during pregnancy, she simply sat in the shade of a tree, supervising the work while shaping small bowls out of moist clay.

Mu Han came over and curiously patted the mud ball with his paws. She patted his forehead lightly: "Don't make trouble. I'll make you a small bowl for drinking water later."

Her fingertips flew, and the moist soil gradually took shape in her palm.

Mu Han squatted beside her, his golden eyes staring straight at the clay figurine in her hand, and the tip of his tail unconsciously followed her wrist in circles.

"Look, the bottom of the bowl needs to be thicker so it won't crack easily."

She used a piece of wood to smooth the edge and suddenly felt her palms become slightly warm.

Looking down, I saw a faint green halo on the surface of the clay.

Is it a wood-related ability?
She had an idea and tried to inject energy into the clay. The originally rough clay became fine and smooth at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This cheating device works brilliantly!"

She excitedly pinched a few more small bowls and found that the special ability could not only speed up the drying process, but also make the texture of the pottery more compact.

Su Xiyue stroked the glowing pottery with her fingertips, and had a plan in mind.

Since the wood-related ability can make the clay texture dense, perhaps even the firing time can be shortened.

She glanced at Baofu who was digging clay with great effort, then turned around and carefully placed a few dried small bowl blanks under the shade of a tree to dry.

Mu Han's claws suddenly pressed into the clay figure she had just kneaded, leaving a few plum blossom marks.

She instantly became furious and lifted the little bastard up by the scruff of his neck, her muddy claws scratching the air: "Ouch..."

"If you make trouble again, I'll put you in the kiln and burn you as firewood."

She scolded the little guy harshly and threw him aside.

He then molded the clay with claw marks into a pottery jar.

Baofu just came back carrying a basket full of clay. When he saw the formed pottery jar in her hand, his hands shook unconsciously.

At first, he was wondering why his master wanted to dig mud, but he didn't ask much and just worked obediently.

Only then did I realize that the owner was a pottery maker.

(End of this chapter)