This Text Adventure Game is definitely poisonous-Chapter 1596 - 684 Born in the Moonlight_2

Logically speaking, as the Clan Leader, he should have received proper treatment after being unconscious for so long, yet the results were just the opposite...

The Clan Leader was startled, realizing something was wrong: Was this woman also...

Before he could figure it out, he heard voices coming from the direction of the nearby doorway.

"The Clan Leader is critically ill, undergoing treatment, he needs a quiet environment and must not be disturbed!"

"To prevent spies from mixing in, all messages will be conveyed by me to the Clan Leader from now on..."

After saying these two sentences, there seemed to be some commotion outside, but it was forcibly suppressed by this person, quickly dismissing everyone.

The owner of this voice then walked toward the room.

A few seconds later, this person reached the bedside, and the Clan Leader finally saw this person’s face.

"Youman!!!"

The Clan Leader glared at the savage elder standing in front of him, eyes almost filled with fire,

He was now fully certain that Youman was the traitor!

The poison arrow before was likely shot under his instruction. freёwebnoѵel.com

And now, the opponent took advantage of the elder’s identity to imprison him gently, and the female herbalist beside him was probably also in league with the opponent!

At this thought, the Clan Leader was eager to jump up and strangle these two traitors, but unfortunately, his body was paralyzed under the effect of poison, unable to move, and he couldn’t make any sound from his throat.

"Oh? Awake?" Youman now also noticed the Clan Leader who had opened his eyes.

Noticing the other party’s appearance similar to someone seeing their father’s killer, veins bulging, Youman sneered, "Don’t get too worked up; the reason you’re still alive is that you’re still useful. Don’t die from anger first."

As he spoke, several savages filed in from outside, carrying sacks, ropes, and other items.

The Clan Leader’s eyes widened, feeling instinctively uneasy.

"Ha-ha, don’t worry, we’re just sending you out of Jie Lin for a while. If luck is on your side, you’ll be brought back before the Moon Festival concludes. By then, you’ll be one of ’us’." Youman said with a smug smile, words that made the Clan Leader’s heart turn cold.

The opponent wanted to turn him into a host too!

And once even he, the Clan Leader, was taken over by a parasitic organism, what would happen to the clan?

Thinking of this, the Clan Leader struggled desperately, writhing his movable lips, trying to bite his tongue to commit suicide. He wasn’t afraid of death; what he feared was that after death, he would continue to burden the clan.

Unfortunately, the enemies were not about to give him this opportunity.

Before the Clan Leader could act, the female savage stuck him with another ’needle’ of poison, and the Clan Leader’s consciousness quickly faded away.

In the last moments before he passed out, he vaguely heard Youman’s laughing voice: "Speaking of which, I really owe thanks to that Fool. If he hadn’t barged in and stirred things up, I wouldn’t have found such a great opportunity to seamlessly replace you..."

...

That night.

The bright moon rose, and the seventh level of Jie Lin was still filled with singing and dancing, with the Moon Festival procession continuing as usual.

But due to yesterday’s events, the atmosphere during the festival today was somewhat subdued.

The Moon Festival was disrupted by outsiders yesterday, and the Clan Leader was severely injured. It’s said he’s still in a coma and unable to preside over the ceremony, but the festival cannot stop because of this.

According to clan rules, when the Clan Leader cannot appear, a Deputy Clan Leader must be selected to handle affairs.

At this moment, standing in the Clan Leader’s place on the ceremonial platform was Youman.

After a day of fermentation, today Skywolf, Mu Luo, and Scythia, along with the Fool who desecrated Moon Lake, had all been turned into ironclad villains, while Youman, who had consistently opposed them, naturally assumed the position of Deputy Clan Leader.

Most other clansmen had no objections, while the few who remained skeptical were forcibly suppressed by the sudden eruption of uniform praise around them.

Soon, time moved into deep night.

As the full moon ascended to its highest point, at the center of Moon Lake, the Moon Eye Stone Plate began to shift once more.

Countless blue butterflies flew out, rendering Moon Lake beautiful beyond compare.

"Go!"

On the altar, Youman patted the bare-chested savage beside him, giving him a reassuring look.

This savage was today’s Life Sacrificer.

After stepping off the altar, the savage tore away his clothes, stepping over the boundary line, heading toward the Moon Lake.

On the way, he was cautious, looking around vigilantly, fearing another arrow might come from the surroundings, meeting the fate of yesterday’s Life Sacrificer.

But what you fear always seems to come.

The savage had barely taken a few steps when the sound of arrows tearing through the air erupted from behind.

A consecutive seven or eight arrows shot rapidly from a certain direction.

The savage instinctively dodged, successfully avoiding the first three arrows, only to be hit by the later arrows, each piercing his legs, chest, and right shoulder.

The savage fell to the ground, crying out in pain, unable to move forward anymore.

At the same time, in another direction, Skywolf, clad in a hood, leapt out from behind the crowd, rolling into the boundary line, rushing towards Moon Lake, still managing to notch an arrow, sending a final blow towards the savage, an arrow piercing the savage’s head with precision.

The savage died instantly, while Skywolf dropped the bow, tearing off his garments, ignoring the pursuers behind him, charging toward Moon Lake with fervor.

It was a scene exactly like yesterday when Mu You rushed to Moon Lake.

The only difference was, Skywolf was much stronger, his full force eruption making him faster than Mu You, and before most savages had even reacted, Skywolf was already within twenty meters of the lake.

However, just as Skywolf was about to reach the lake’s edge,

Four silhouettes suddenly jumped out from the sand beneath, surrounding Skywolf on all sides.

At the same time, all four pulled the ropes in their hands, and beneath the sand, a huge net was pulled out, trapping Skywolf inside.

Skywolf was shocked and realized this was a trap; these four had clearly been lying in wait here since the day, just waiting for him to appear and fall into the net.

Skywolf hastily struggled with all his might, trying to break free.

Unfortunately, the four burly savages held each end of the ropes firmly, only barely managing to restrain Skywolf with their combined strength.

"Ha-ha, did you think I’d make the same mistake twice?" On the altar, Youman displayed a triumphant smile, watching the captured Skywolf.

Meanwhile, a savage emerged from the sand in front of Skywolf, one of the six previously chosen Life Sacrificers.

This savage appeared, giving Skywolf a cold laugh, pulling off his clothes, and in Skywolf’s despairing eyes, turned and leapt toward the near Moon Lake.

In the chaos, nobody noticed,

Underneath the clear lake water, a red armor silently passed through the Moon Eye, ascending to the surface of Moon Lake.

Inside the armor, a humanoid figure coalesced rapidly, reversing in motion.

Above the lake surface, the airborne savage suddenly saw a flash of red light shooting from the water, directly colliding with him.

The next moment, he felt pain in his chest, then was hit by a tremendous force, striking him mid-air, forming a beautiful arc before landing heavily, headfirst, into the distant sand.

Meanwhile, a figure fully garbed in tight-fitting red armor landed lightly by the lake.

The scene fell into silence.

Behind the boundary line, all the savages stood in shock at the scene, momentarily doubting their eyes.

Someone had jumped out from the lake?

It wasn’t until more than ten seconds later that someone first reacted to what this meant.

"Son of the Moon Festival...?"

"The Son of the Moon Festival appeared?"

"He’s... the one from yesterday..."

...

The noise grew louder and quickly drowned out all other sounds.

On the distant altar, Youman, upon seeing the figure emerging from the water, felt his eyelids twitch wildly, sensing something greatly amiss.

Listening to the surrounding clamor, he hurriedly shouted for silence, trying to suppress these discussions, especially the term ’Son of the Moon Festival,’ which he wished he could erase from everyone’s memory at this moment.

Unfortunately, with such a big scene right in front of them, not even the Moon Festival itself was being paid attention to; who had time to heed him?

The site was in an uproar, all the savages were whispering and chattering, the noise growing even louder, and discussions related to the ’Son of the Moon Festival’ quickly spread across the whole site.