This Is My Primitive Tribe

This is undoubtedly a huge loss.

Spreading the witch doctor skills would be different. The more people who know it, the greater the chance of it being passed down, and as long as people don't keep it secret, the accumulation of experience will be much faster than single inheritance, and the development speed of the witch doctor skills will also increase.

Sooner or later, the witch doctor skills will benefit everyone.

After listening to Jiang Xuan's words, Chi Shao was silent for a moment, then said, "You're right. Starting tomorrow, I'll select some tribesmen to try teaching them."

Jiang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's wonderful. Sister, I'll help you grind the medicine."

Jiang Xuan walked over, sat on the low stool by the fire pit, and helped Chi Shao grind the medicine.

Chi Shao looked at Jiang Xuan's profile, feeling somewhat complicated because she felt she was increasingly unable to understand Jiang Xuan.

Maybe it's because he has grown up.

Chi Shao bowed her head, not thinking about it anymore, and calmly focused on grinding the medicine.

She never doubted Jiang Xuan, nor did she want to doubt.

...

Outside the Vine Tribe, Feng Chao carried a bag of food, stepping heavily and lightly as she walked toward the area where the Wanderers lived, then knocked on the door of a simple wooden hut.

"Hoo hoo hoo..."

Once the door was opened, the cold wind rushed into the house, sweeping away the meager warmth that had been gathered inside, making the people inside shiver.

After Feng Chao entered the wooden house, she immediately closed the door, and the people inside breathed a sigh of relief.

Inside the house, there were two Wanderers: a woman around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, whose face had two Warrior Patterns, clearly marking her as a two-color warrior.

There was also a boy around seven or eight years old, extremely emaciated due to long-term malnutrition, who appeared very timid and hid aside upon seeing people.

"Lan, I brought you some food. I know your food is running low."

Feng Chao opened the Beast Hide Bag and took out some Round Potatoes and Stone Eggs, even a small amount of Red Crystal Rice.

The woman named "Lan," upon seeing the food, immediately pounced and gathered the food from the ground as if afraid it would be stolen.

Obtaining food after the snow was extremely difficult, especially with fierce conflicts among the Wanderers. If it weren't for Lan's relatively strong abilities, she wouldn't even have a wooden hut to live in, let alone food.

Lan picked up a Round Potato, not caring about its dirt, and took a few bites, then passed the rest of the food to the boy.

Chewing on the Round Potato, she mumbled, "Who do you want me to kill?"

Before the snow, Feng Chao had brought her food several times in exchange for Lan killing specific Wanderers.

However, Feng Chao shook her head and said, "This time, you don't need to kill anyone."

Lan stopped chewing, looked at the Round Potato in her hand, frowned, and said, "Then what do you want? I only know how to kill."

Feng Chao tucked her scattered hair behind her ear, saying, "Lan, have you ever thought about giving your son a better environment?"

Upon hearing Feng Chao's words, Lan suddenly lunged at Feng Chao, moving so swiftly that Feng Chao didn't even have time to evade.

Lan gripped Feng Chao's neck with her left hand, drew the Stone Knife with her right hand, and held it against Feng Chao's neck, glaring at her like an angry leopard, coldly saying, "If you dare to harm my son, I'll kill you!"

"Cough cough, listen to me first..."

Once Feng Chao started speaking, Lan slowly released her grip, though her gaze remained very guarded.

Feng Chao rubbed her neck, not caring much, as all Wanderers were like this—highly vigilant and sensitive. Those with low vigilance among the Wanderers were mostly already dead.