10: Picking Medicinal Herbs Outside (2)

However, after the other demonstrates her skill with different healing methods, which he knows possibly from being a Wu Qing Tribe's people, he changes his mind. By now making him to consider it wouldn't be so bad if this one could stay in his tent as his female sl*ve. 

Though, he can't bed her because he can't afford to have a child right now. 

If Shan Mu wakes up and continues living on, she will look after his younger brother while he is away at hunting or when it is a tribal salt exchange.

Shan Yang decides he should give Sol Ming another chance.

"Meng Meng, accompany her outside to look for herbs for Shan Mu."

The sun is still high in the sky, and they can still look from the safest areas near the tribe, where other sl*ves are always constantly looking for vegetables to eat for a day.  Their Dou Yun Shan Tribe is located within the Wild Forest near the high-grassland that no one from their tribe has ever dared to cross, claiming every warrior who chose to walk on it has never returned. 

Shan Yang can be certain that his weak and frail looking female sl*ve would not dare to run away. 

There were also many high-ranking spirit warriors patrolling around their tribe, from third to fifth warrior, and Shan Yang hoped to one day be in that position so he and his younger brother Shan Mu can  live more comfortably in the Dou Yun Shan Tribe.

Furthermore, they thought wild beasts as well as other animals will not be able to harm normal tribal members or all sl*ves, in which they were wrong in thinking so. 

Since the incident that caused Shan Mu to be this way, the Chief has doubled the patrolling warriors around in order for the tribe to avoid another tragedy befalling on them.

To Shan Yang's command, had it Meng Meng excitedly nodded. 

His shining sparkling gaze fixed on his Sister Ming. 

While from Sol Ming's perspective, the orange-haired boy appeared to be ready to become her jolly tour guide. She can't decide whether to let out a laugh or cry on the inside. First, she was relieved to be able to leave this slummy tent, but at this point she was also concerned about what lay ahead in this barbaric tribe that eats humans whether it is for gamey or day-to-day consumption.

Just that thought, who would like to meet such people?

Meng Meng and Sol Ming left the tent together after a few minutes of rest. 

When Sol Ming's bare feet finally stepped outside. The warm touch of a passing wind greeted her face, as if brushing her like a friendly greeting whispering of the good day ahead, but until thus scents of different smells lingers in, ranging from an unknown rotting meat to the sort of malodorous excrement around of the people's tent. On her spot, all at once, Sol Ming, who was about to vomit, tried hard not to inhale the damning atmosphere.

Regardless of the matter of fact, she is a mere human who needs air to breathe. It was torture to do it in this place. 

What is this hellish smell? 

It is killing her nose! 

From one look to another, she imagines every person in this place doesn't even know how to bath at all! 

That's disgusting!

Trying to calm herself by imagining she was in a filthy wet market, smelling of fish or meat, but when she inhaled, she felt as if she was tasting and eating the most disgusting sh-t of all time. 

Take a look at the opposite next door!

Enough to say that this place is not very cleaner. 

Her can't-believe eyes were drawn to the seven or six-year-old child excreting his waste directly opposite Shan Yang's tent. 

What? 

What is this abomination! 

In the face of visibility to everyone, no one was even looking at him.

"Look, look, look at my poo-poo; it is too dark, dark-dark and has a bad smell," the child exclaimed. He may not recognize the color brown, claiming that it is simply too dark, poo-poo, and has begun with poking with a stick. 

Sol Ming, who has seen more dark things in her life, wishes she could pluck her eyes out right away! 

How can they not see this kid?

"Hurry up and finish that, we are going to eat now." A sickly old woman with tanned skin and a wrinkled face who appears to be the child's grandmother has spoken 

When he heard they were going to eat, the young boy eagerly left where he was squatting down, not even throwing that stick he had used to poke his poo, and sat down next to the older woman. 

Taking even a burnt part of the roasted meat, the young one's eyes sparkle a bit looking like naive, innocent and a baby. He bites the flesh so hard with his white toothy-teeth. 

As if someone could hear a jaw and teeth breaking. 

Smiling childishly, the young boy eagerly answers the following inquiries made by his grandmother's arrangements, saying the meat is very good and delicious, but in the eyes of a beloved modern chef like Sol Ming—it is not. 

Isn't that already burnt? 

Is it safe to eat? Of course not!

Sol Ming discovered that there is data to support that eating too much, even consuming burned food may be harmful to one's health.

Have this child ever had taste buds?

Mostly, does he even wash his hands after excreting? 

Sol Ming's thoughts are running a million miles away! 

Her mind was filled with a lot of series of blurry-blur images. Specifically, it reminds her of that adult rated pixelated images that are not intended to be shown in the media shows or deemed inappropriate. 

Oh, it's causing her stomach to drop and the warning urge to puke here and there  ran up toward her throat. 

Meng Meng, who was about showing off their entire world to his new sister Ming, who was holding her bare abdomen, was surprised to see Sol Ming's ugly expression once again.

"Sister Ming? Sister Ming?" was worried once more.

"I want to puke," the other female says subconsciously.

"Are you all right, Sister Ming?"

No.

"Wait a minute," Sol Ming said, touching her stomach as she braced herself. The thoughts she needs to get used to the sight of these primitive people's ways are going through her mind.

As soon as possible, she has to become more stable in what ways was in front of her. In any case, she has no intention of staying here for too long anyway. 

She turned to face Meng Meng's direction, ready to say, "Lead me to where you got those leaves," but only from the corner of her eye she caught a shameful-obscene-Triple X-XXX sight.

Wtf—what is the hell of f-ck. 

Eyes widening in quiet horror, Sol Ming wanted to look away, yet her eyes can't tear itself on the pair of people having an xxx under the broad daylight. 

It wasn't really a problem to her.  

Since back in her original life she caught her Sister Jillian making out for the first time with someone on their couch, which isn't a big deal because Lady Lawyer Sol  is an adult who doesn't need to be talked or overseen at all. But the sight ahead of Sol Ming isn't what you call okay! When it is a receiver who looks as though she was never graduated from high-school! Such a papapa is a big NO-NO—not knowing why, Sol Ming  dashed behind Shan Yang's tent and let it all out. 

"Sister Ming!" 

She was disgusted beyond belief.

Before the original Wu Ming died she had nothing to eat except those vegetables on the road back to Dou Yun Shan Tribe. 

Sol Ming was feeling queasy. From the way she was crouching down, retching out, breath sucking up as uncontrollable muscles were emptying up her stomach, which was going up through her mouth and the tears were squeezing up from the edge of her eyes; the strong sour smell hit her nose right away that made her wreching face wrinkle even more.

The white liquid, her saliva, and all of the consumed food of what the original body had eaten were all over the ground, and it creates a very nasty image.

Argh. Disgusting!