This grassland had actually been quite lively, but after the procession ahead passed through, it fell quiet.
Nameless yawned. He took a piece of fruit from the basket carried by the youth beside him and ate as he walked. Perhaps because he had eaten something, he felt much more alert.
Suddenly, a commotion came from more than ten meters ahead. Some people stopped, gradually blocking the path.
Nameless patted Boshe beside him. Once Boshe opened his eyes, they quickly headed forward. The surrounding people made way for them, and soon they saw a woman with a purple face lying on the ground, with two children and an elderly man beside her.
The children wanted to cry, but held it in, too afraid to do so. The old man examined the woman's body and soon found a wound on her foot.
"Bitten by a venomous snake?" Boshe guessed.
Nameless rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, "That wound was obviously cut. How could it have been a venomous snake? She was probably cut by some poisonous grass."
Every member of the tribe affected their final evaluation, so naturally neither of them wanted this woman to die for no reason.
The problem was that they had no idea what kind of grass had cut her, much less how to detoxify her. They could only wait and see whether the old man could save her.
"This stage is way too disgusting. This is completely an accident. We've both been suppressed into ordinary people, so what are we supposed to do?" Boshe watched the woman's condition worsen, growing increasingly agitated.
Nameless looked around and said, "Now isn't the time to complain. Something seems to be approaching. Have the people behind us go around this place and keep moving forward. I'll stay here and wait for