This Text Adventure Game is definitely poisonous Chapter 1600 - 686: Invalid Heritage (Jie Lin Arc End)

As the four perished, Skywolf finally broke free from the trap.

He approached Mu You, looking at the familiar figure in front of him, then at the few Barbarian Tribe corpses on the ground, feeling both relieved and embarrassed.

Relief ca from the fact that Mu You was indeed the chosen Son of the Moon Festival by Moon Lake, fully inheriting the forr king’s abilities, which should alleviate the tribe’s crisis.

The embarrassnt stemd from his previous confident belief that he was the Son of the Moon Festival...

Skywolf blushed slightly; now reflecting on it, he ought to be grateful for being caught in these people’s trap, otherwise jumping into the lake would an sending his life away for nothing.

Skywolf was just feeling awkward when he suddenly heard Mu You’s voice.

"Help cut open their heads." Mu You said, pointing at the corpses on the ground.

Skywolf hesitated for a mont, quickly understood what Mu You intended, picked up a spear from the side, and consecutively cut open the heads of the Barbarian Tribesn.

As expected, amidst the brains of all five Barbarian Tribesn was that blue crystalline substance.

"So they are all parasites..." Mu You exhaled in relief.

Before these five tribesn died, the Moon Butterfly within their bodies exhibited abnormality, Mu You speculated this state most likely indicated parasitism, and now it was confird.

This would make things much easier; henceforth, any Moon Butterfly exhibiting abnormal states inside would be deed parasitic by default.

Thinking of this, Mu You gazed towards a distant direction, suddenly froze.

Following his line of vision, Skywolf looked too, imdiately startled: "Not good, that guy fled!"

At the outskirts of Moon Lake, above the largest altar platform there, Youman’s silhouette had already silently vanished.

Obviously, the opponent retreated seeing the unfavorable situation.

"I’ll pursue him!" Skywolf hurriedly set off, chasing towards the direction of the altar platform.

Skywolf wasn’t sure if the others were parasitic, but this person definitely was, and also the leader of the parasitic ones, he couldn’t let him escape.

From afar ca sounds of commotion, Youman fled urgently. Mu You actually thought there was no need; after he acquired the ability to identify Moon Butterfly parasitism, all parasitic ones were exposed, and next, all the clever parasites would directly flee the tribe; with Jie Lin being so vast, they couldn’t catch them all.

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In the dim jungle, Youman ran alone, gliding above the ground through the forest, sprinting furiously towards the forest’s edge.

Upon realizing that the Fool’s prestige couldn’t hold down, Youman decisively chose to abandon the others and abscond.

He must count himself lucky for the low intelligence of the tribesn, and the news of the Son of the Moon Festival birth hadn’t spread far; the tribesn he encountered along the way were successfully evaded using his elder status, escaping from the seventh layer.

Still, the enemy’s actions weren’t slow; sounds of pursuit rang from behind, and occasionally stray arrows flew past him.

Evidently, the pursuers consistently tracked his direction; possessing such keen perception, it must be Skywolf, muttering curses, Youman had no choice but to quicken his pace silently.

Fortunately, at this ti, he was already close to the exit of the sixth layer; once he escaped the tribe’s bounds, into the open wilderness, even Skywolf couldn’t possibly capture him.

Soon, the tribe’s boundary wall lood into his sight, Youman rejoiced, unhesitatingly scaled the wall, leaping into the dark forest’s outskirts.

As he entered the forest’s shadows, Youman breathed a sigh of relief, believing he was safe now.

Yet, even before landing, he sensed a formidable figure appearing before him; unable to dodge, he crashed directly into the silhouette, akin to hitting a wall, bouncing back.

Youman landed, clutching his bleeding nose, dazedly looked up.

In the moonlight, faintly depicting the face of the person confronting him, cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

Mu Luo!

Blocking his path ahead, spear in hand, expressionless, it was Mu Luo.

Had it been other tribesn, he wouldn’t be so tense; at worst, a fight. His strength was considered above average among tribesn, against ordinary ones he had significant odds.

Yet, facing Mu Luo, the forr Captain of Sentry, undeniably top-tier strength among tribesn, he stood no chance.

"In such a hurry, going sowhere?" Mu Luo glanced down at Youman.

"Mu Luo...you’re just in ti! You probably don’t know? The Son of the Moon Festival has erged, it’s the Fool who jumped into the lake yesterday, the Son of the Moon Festival is looking for you now, quickly return and have a look!" Youman’s eyes darted urgently, rapidly crafting his argunt.

He couldn’t possibly win in a fight, opting for verbal escape, hoping to bluff through.

Youman anticipated Mu Luo’s reaction, however, even before Mu Luo responded, a sound from behind made him feel as if falling into an icy abyss.

"Oh? The Son of the Moon Festival has erged? Well, isn’t that a cause for celebration..."

Under the moonlit night, two figures from the Barbarian Tribe erged through the forest.

This ti, it was a man and a woman, both familiar: the tribe’s Clan Leader, and Mu Luo’s mother, Scythia.

The Clan Leader at this mont appeared pale, hunched in stature, incessantly coughing, looking akin to a critically ill person, needing Scythia’s support to barely move.

"You...how co?" Youman stared at the Clan Leader in shock, hardly believing.

The Clan Leader, hadn’t he dispatched soone to send him away?

Moreover, before departure, he specially arranged for the Herbalist to inject the Clan Leader with potent paralytic venom; theoretically, he shouldn’t awaken for a week.