Help The Villainess Trapped in the Beast World's Drama (by Lotus Seeds) novel Chapter 912

Chapter 912: Chapter 705: Snake... Snake Egg?!

Shen Tang and Xue Yinzhou disguised their identities and quietly tailed the Parasite clansmen they had fought earlier, slipping into their territory.

Their luck was pretty good; no one noticed them along the way.

The Parasite Clan were born with muted emotions; unless they were acting in concert, they rarely engaged deeply with their own kind. On top of that, they were currently busy preparing an important Mother Tree sacrificial ritual; everyone was scrambling, and nobody paid attention to the sudden appearance of two extra "clansmen".

The day before the ritual, the entire Parasite Clan’s territory was in chaos.

Their way of life was extremely primitive. Unlike other tribes, they had no advanced technology or civilization and instead seemed stuck in some ancient primitive society.

The clansmen were patiently firing clay to make pottery jars, bowls, and other everyday vessels.

Then Shen Tang saw a Beastman who was clearly some sort of upper-ranked figure suddenly raise his hand and stab himself in the chest. Pale green fluid immediately surged out and dripped into a bowl.

What shocked her even more was that the nearby Beastmen followed suit one after another.

Without any hesitation they stabbed their own chests, catching that pale green blood in the bowls.

Afterwards, someone specifically in charge collected this blood and poured it into a larger container, then lifted the bucket and walked off in a certain direction.

Shen Tang felt her heart clench. Why did this sacrificial method look so much like a live blood offering?

Xue Yinzhou also creased his brows slightly.

The two exchanged a glance and silently followed.

After walking for an unknown length of time, an open valley appeared ahead.

Strangely, the plants here grew much more sparsely. Not far into the valley, they saw a gigantic ancient tree standing in the center of the basin.

It was unimaginably tall, maybe a hundred meters or more; looking up from the ground, its crown seemed to pierce straight into the clouds. Its trunk was as thick as a small mountain, and its bark wasn’t the usual dark brown but had a warm gray-jade sheen, faintly as if slowly crystallizing into some kind of gemstone.

Countless soft aerial roots dangled from the trunk, exuding a faint luminescence as they gently swayed.

Completely different from those malice-filled vines they had encountered in the forest before, this tree radiated a tranquil, peaceful, even sacred aura.

The Parasite clansmen’s gazes toward the ancient tree were full of reverence.

They knelt and kowtowed one after another, or chanted softly. The language was different from the Beastman tongue, more like some ethereal, eerily beautiful sound wave.

They carefully poured the collected blood over the roots of the ancient tree.

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