Chapter 142: Encounter with a divine beast

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Chapter 142: Encounter with a divine beast

"Ssss"

Han Cheng couldn't help but take a sharp breath, not because he found the Martial Ancestor terrifying, but because a strong tingling sensation emanated from his arm. The refreshing feeling was beyond description.

His right arm was already swollen and red, with a bulge in the middle and a whitish ridge with some blood spots.

"Darn it, why does this damn thing happen now?"

With his hands and face turning purple, Han Cheng scratched the swelling on his arm vigorously, cursing indignantly.

Oh, don't worry. The purple color on Divine Child's hands and face is not due to poisoning but for another reason.

Let's go back to yesterday.

Yesterday, when the first house of the Green Sparrow tribe was already tied with beams and thatched, and they were about to apply mud on top of it, the weather turned unfavorable as rain started pouring down. Hence, the roofing work was temporarily suspended.

Fortunately, it wasn't a heavy storm, so the unfinished house could withstand the rain.

The rain continued drizzling, and it didn't stop even today. Wearing a large straw hat, Han Cheng inspected the courtyard house and suddenly remembered the dozen or so mulberry trees four to five miles away. His heart skipped a beat.

It wasn't because he recalled silkworms again.

After treating leather and making many pairs of leather underwear, silkworms are not that urgent.

The reason for his sudden excitement was the mulberries, those small purple sweet and sour fruits.

These were Han Cheng's childhood favorites, comparable to popsicles, Tang monk's meat, Nande, and Beijing instant noodles.

Now, thrown into primitive society, thinking about the other three things might take a while, but these mulberries, he could relish once more.

The rain had washed away the dust on the mulberries, and being soaked in rainwater, they were cool when eaten. With a bite, the thin and soft fruit skin burst open, releasing a sweet purple juice that filled the mouth, more irresistible than the taste of sour plums.

As people say, too much joy brings sorrow. Just when Han Cheng was immersed in the taste of his childhood, tragedy struck quietly.

A strong, stinging sensation suddenly came from his left arm. The hand that Han Cheng used to pick mulberries retracted abruptly. When he looked at it, a red ridge had risen visibly at an alarming speed.

Han Cheng's first reaction was to give up. He had survived the fierce beasts of the primitive era only to be attacked by primitive bugs.

Thinking this way, he rushed to check the branches that had brushed against him. Even if he died, he had to kill the culprit first; he couldn't wait to seek revenge in the next life.

Those branches seemed ordinary and showed no difference from the others. When Han Cheng flipped them over with a broken branch, he finally saw the culprit hiding under a leaf.

This little guy wasn't big, about the size of two soybeans. Its body was green with some red or white spots, and it had some spikes about two to three millimeters long on its back, appearing pale yellow.

Seeing the true face of the assailant, Han Cheng first breathed a sigh of relief, followed by intense anger. Despite searching for silkworms on the mulberry trees for so long, he never saw a trace of silkworm droppings. Now, he encountered such a divine creature.

This little fellow, a genuine divine creature, was known as the "foreign pepper" in Han Cheng's hometown. Despite its small size, its body contained tremendous energy. Being stung was unbearable, and it would take several days to recover fully.

Han Cheng had been stung before and could only temporarily relieve the pain by applying cool toothpaste.

But now, there was no toothpaste around.

After some thought, he reached out to scratch the swollen area and broke off the branch where the foreign pepper was hiding. He told the people below to step back, then threw the branch down from the tree.

He slid down the tree, under the concerned gaze of his Eldest Senior Brother, and used two small sticks to dismember the divine creature that had harmed him. Afterward, he applied the pale green liquid that oozed out of it to the stung area.

Strangely, after applying this liquid, the intense stinging sensation quickly eased.

Perhaps this is the principle: "the original soup conquers the original food."