Surviving in the Beast World with a System

Chapter 503 - 367: The Yan Yan Witch’s Hatred and Teng Qian’s Spring

Life in the Snow Tiger Tribe had returned to peace, but a few days later, at the border between the Red Flame Plain and the Polar Forest, the Yan Yan’s Tribe Witch finally awoke under the care of the Beastmen.

To the Beastmen, the battle with the Snow Tiger Tribe already felt like a distant memory.

But for the Yan Yan’s Tribe Witch, who had just regained consciousness, it might as well have happened moments ago.

The neck a Beastman had nearly crushed was no longer as bruised and swollen as before, but her throat seemed to be injured. When she tried to speak, she could only produce a few meaningless, guttural sounds.

For the witch, who had always been held in high esteem by the Yan Yan Tribe, this was nearly impossible to accept.

She repeatedly opened her mouth, trying to say something, but only simple, halting syllables would occasionally escape.

’How could this be?’

’Where was her voice?’

’Why couldn’t she speak anymore?’

She struggled to get up from the bed of straw, but the next moment, it was as if she had lost control of the legs that were clearly still attached to her body.

’Get up! Get up!’

She repeated this to herself over and over, but the legs right before her eyes wouldn’t budge an inch. Even her toes felt as if they had died.

’The Beastmen said I’ve been unconscious and only just woke up today. Maybe I’m just weak from hunger.’

Her unkempt hair fell in a tangled mess over her shoulders. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her face was pale. Despite it all, a soft, familiar smile graced her lips.

She braced her aching, feeble arms against the cave wall, struggling to lift one as if it were weighted down with a heavy stone.

"Ah... ah."

As she made the sounds, her gaze fell upon the fresh, tender meat a Beastman was holding.

Seeing her eager eyes and the way she swallowed, the Beastman quickly placed the cleaned meat on a large leaf. He tore it into strips thinner than a little finger before carefully offering it to her.

The witch gave him a rare smile and slowly opened her mouth.

The effort of sitting up and raising her arm had drained the last of her strength. Now, she could only brace herself and allow the Beastmen to feed her.

She swallowed one strip of meat after another. The witch licked her somewhat dry lips. "Ah... ah."

She opened her mouth to call out again, but still, only simple syllables emerged.

This shattered her composure in an instant. It was as if someone had lit a fire deep in her heart—a scorching flame with no escape and nothing to consume but her own body and emotions.

She took several deep breaths, consoling herself the way an Amu on the verge of losing her patience might reason with a cub eager to go hunting.

’I was just injured by Yuan Lang. I just need to rest, and then I’ll be able to speak. I mustn’t panic.’

She opened her eyes and pointed to her mouth. The Beastman fetched another piece of meat. "Do you want more food?"

The witch shook her head. "Ah."

Just then, the Beastman Warrior who had been carrying the witch on his back approached, holding a large leaf. "Do you need some water?"

The large leaf was filled with clear water. The witch’s eyes lit up, her gaze toward the Beastman brightening instantly.

The Beastman who had been watching her noticed the change immediately. He hurried forward to support her, carefully watching as she slowly drank all the water from the leaf.

The witch let out a deep sigh, savoring the feeling of relief that followed the sharp pain as water slid down her throat.

She then looked at the Beastman Warrior beside her, let out an "ah," and pointed to the bed of straw.

The Beastman nodded and supported her as she slowly lay back down on the bed of straw.

"Rest for now. I’ll come carry you when it’s time to leave."

The witch offered him a smile, then slowly closed her eyes.

Aside from the quiet murmurs of the Beastmen, the cave was silent.

Yet in the darkness, even those quiet murmurs seemed to amplify, reaching the witch’s ears with perfect clarity.

’Why can they speak, but I can’t?’

She tried to move her legs again, but it was as if they weren’t part of her body at all. They remained motionless.

’Am I going to become a witch who can’t speak or walk?’

’From now on, I’ll have to be carried everywhere. When I’m alone, I’ll just have to sit in a dark cave, unable to go anywhere.’

’Unable to speak, forced to gesture with my hands... but not everyone will understand what I’m trying to say.’