Chapter 192: Gradually drifting apart

Chapter 192: Gradually drifting apart

The sunlight filtered through, withered leaves falling to the ground, creating a faint sound, carrying a kind of serene, deathly beauty.

"Splut!"

The ripe fruits, hot to the touch, bursting with juice, couldn't hold on any longer. With just a breeze passing by, they trembled as if electrified, tumbling from the branches, spilling their juices.

This unusual sound shattered the unique tranquility.

"Rustle, rustle"

As if that sound had opened some sort of floodgate, the forest became restless, no longer peaceful.

As the rustling drew nearer and grew louder, a group of primitive people wrapped in fur, carrying baskets and weapons, appeared near the orchard.

Seeing the fallen fruits on the ground, the Eldest Senior Brother's eyes showed a regretful expression, followed by relief.

He didn't rush into the vast orchard but led his men to circle it, cautiously surveying the surroundings.

After completing a circuit, the Eldest Senior Brother finally relaxed.

Seeing the abundance of fallen fruits and no signs of recently broken branches, it was clear that no one had visited this orchard before them.

"Pick!"

After confirming it was safe, the Eldest Senior Brother gave the command, and everyone put down their weapons and swiftly began picking fruits.

Shang, the leader of the original Pig Tribe, tightly gripped a stone spear and a rock in his hand, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a crimson tint.

Noticing Shang's unease, the Eldest Senior Brother approached and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "We all remember!"

After a while, Shang reluctantly exhaled, nodding vigorously at the Eldest Senior Brother and then putting down the spear and stone to join the others in picking fruits.

Though they were almost certain that the hostile tribe that had caused them great losses wouldn't return to this orchard, the Eldest Senior Brother remained cautious, ensuring that everyone gathered the fruits together after picking them, to avoid dispersing.

Not for a leisurely autumn stroll but to go to the mulberry trees.

Despite the softening effect of saltpeter on fur, his obsession with making silk trousers had diminished significantly, but Han Cheng hadn't forgotten about it because it was indeed a treasure.

As a Han Chinese, now in this era, he naturally wanted to bring out the silkworms if possible.

The bald trees, the yellowing fallen leaves, and the struggling grass refusing to die all vividly showcased autumn winds' might.

Compared to its master, who used to wear animal skins and wield a stick while randomly beating things, Fu Jiang, with its owner now, seemed to possess much more poetic beauty. At least it could feel this loneliness.

In the past, it used to run around the tribe joyfully, but now, walking through this desolate yellow landscape, it appeared melancholic.

Han Cheng, preoccupied with thoughts of silkworms, didn't notice Fu Jiangs sudden change in behavior; he was too busy carrying his basket and swinging his stick forward.

Even Han Cheng, who is closest to Fu Jiang, didn't notice anything unusual about it. Those following, their attention focused on the surrounding sounds, were even less likely to notice its melancholy.

Han Cheng had always thought his methods were ruthless enough, but compared to the autumn wind, they were indeed insignificant.

At least the wild chickens in the tribe, after Han Cheng's handling, still had some feathers left to cover themselves. But the mulberry trees in front of them had been stripped bare by the autumn wind

Looking up at the bald branches, Han Cheng searched inch by inch.

At the command of the Divine Child, the others also raised their heads, searching for something whose exact appearance they didn't know.

Fu Jiang also stood under the tree, lifting its not-so-nimble eyes and, with its master, looked up at the sky fragmented by the bare branches.

A gust of wind blew, and Fu Jiang's melancholic eyes suddenly brightened, seeming to come to life.

Tilting its head, it stood in the direction of the wind, its nostrils twitching.

After a while like this, it stepped forward in that direction.

After walking for a while, it looked back at its owner, still looking up at the sky with a sigh, and paused for a moment, seeming to hesitate about something. But eventually, it headed toward the direction of the wind, gradually disappearing into the distance, obscured by bushes and trees, completely out of sight