"Ouch, I say, Big Hog, why are there so many Giggle Beasts in the Watson Tribe? The smell is killing me!"
As Ji Nuan, who was busy catching Giggle Beasts, heard faint conversations in the distance, she quickly tied the struggling Giggle Beast in her hand with a vine rope, threw it into the basket on her back, and immediately hid in the bushes near the cumin tree.
She crushed a few cumin fruits on her, and instantly, the strong scent of cumin filled the air, masking her own smell.
"I mean, the tribal territory of the Watson Tribe is full of odd things, the smell is so pungent!"
Not far away, two bulky males covered in dense hair and fat were constantly waving their fan-sized hands around their noses, apparently tormented by the overly strong cumin scent.
"Enough, stop complaining, just drop the things and let's get out of here. I'm starving! I'm going home to eat the young unicorn I caught yesterday."
Big Hog shook his hefty head, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.
