Lin Feng observed the Indigenous People from above. He could tell they, too, seemed to have some ideas about the direction indicated by the inscription.
He also wanted to know what the inscription's Intent actually was.
The Indigenous People stayed still, and so did Lin Feng. From his vantage point, he could clearly see the direction in which Stink's blood flowed.
The flow of that blood did not seem entirely random.
Under some peculiar influence, it spread across the ground and twisted, finally forming something like an eight-legged Spider. There were also quite a few "fruits" on this shape. From this angle, Stink's blood seemed to form an abstract map, and Lin Feng could also see a cube beside one of the Spider's legs.
If I'm not mistaken, does that square beside it represent the stone stele?
Stink's headless corpse kept struggling, trying to rise from the ground. One of the Indigenous People roughly pinned it to the earth with a Foreign Saber, and they smeared a medicinal herb over the body. Under the herb's effects, something inside Stink gradually quieted down.
This continued until the Gamalang recovered from his "hysteria" and "hallucinations."
The setting sun sank toward the west.
An ominous presence settled over the forest. The Indigenous People had already scattered medicinal herbs nearby to prevent predators from catching the scent of blood and coming to attack them.
Seeing their leader awaken, the Indigenous People visibly perked up.
Having consumed the green paste, the Gamalang was utterly listless.
The Indigenous People with him gathered around him, singing and dancing. They took out the skulls hanging at their waists and offered them with both hands.
The Gamalang said nothing. He refused his followers' kindness.
With some effort, he took out Stink's head and drew a deep breath from the