This "sneeze" gave Zhou Xu an ominous premonition, and he hurried out of the tent.
"Where did that sound come from?!"
At that moment, Zhou Xu was not the only one who had grown tense. The tribe members outside were staring pale-faced at the tent in the distance.
Needless to say, the sneeze had come from that tent.
"From now on, no one is to approach that tent!"
In fact, even without Zhou Xu saying so, the surrounding tribe members already felt an urge to give that tent a wide berth.
The tribe member who had been closest to him at the time could not help muttering under his breath...
"A curse! He's been cursed by the Old Gods!"
"..."
Clearly, something similar had happened before. It was just that these primitive people had no concept of colds or illness, and simply believed it was something like a "curse."
Spring had a large temperature difference between day and night. The weather could even swing from cold one day to hot the next, making it the peak season for colds.
Nothing similar had happened before, leading him to mistakenly believe that primitive people had strong resistance and did not easily contract such illnesses.
Now it seemed that he had been careless.
"Has something like this happened before?"
Faced with the question, that tribe member hurriedly nodded.
"It has. After something like this happens, many other people in the tribe often get cursed one after another, and some even die!"
The result was far more serious than he had expected.
Originally, he had thought that the worst-case scenario would be an outbreak of influenza in their camp, causing many tribe members to lose their ability to work for a period of time.
After all, for modern people, it was hard to associate