Guili Chi, lying on the ground, lacked the strength to even get up. His body twitched intermittently, like a wriggling maggot.
I walked a few steps in front of Guili Chi and nudged him with my toe.
"Yo, still not dead? Guili Chi, you're quite resilient!"
Guili Chi gasped, flipped his body over, and looked at me with venomous eyes.
"Just you wait, you haven't won! The Shepherd God's emissary is already on the way, hahahahaha!"
I looked at Guili Chi with pity. This guy still naively believed he had reinforcements.
"Didn't you just leave markers along the way? Don't worry, I've been clearing your markers as I went. The Shepherd God's emissary should be lost by now."
Guili Chi's laughter faltered. He opened his mouth wide in disbelief.
Then, his face suddenly turned obsequious, and his attitude towards me did a complete 180-degree turn.
"Brother Batu, it was all a misunderstanding! Don't kill me, I can be your lackey!"
Only after realizing his backup plan was gone did he think of begging for mercy. What was he doing when he tried to stab me in the back earlier?!
I sneered, neither agreeing nor refusing, and leisurely gestured with my hunting knife, as if looking for the best spot to start on Guili Chi's body.
"I'll spare your life. What can you do for me?"
Anyone who wasn't an idiot would know what to do at this point.
Hearing my words, Guili Chi somehow found a surge of strength that propped his body up. He knelt on both knees, ignoring the pain, and kowtowed to me incessantly.
"Batu, I'll be your dog from now on. I beg you not to kill me. I'll tell you anything you want to know about the High Priest!"
Guili Chi, a complete scoundrel, was loyal to no one. To save his own life, I believed he would betray the High Priest without hesitation, even if the High Priest were his own father.
Seeing my silence, Guili Chi kowtowed even more vigorously, his forehead already covered in blood.
"If you want to be a dog, act like one. Tell me everything you know. If I'm satisfied, I might spare your life."
While I outwardly spoke of considering sparing Guili Chi, I had already decided to kill him once he spilled all the secrets about the High Priest.
Such a two-faced person could never be kept around, let alone someone who had tried to kill me several times before.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you! The High Priest..."
Once Guili Chi started talking, he couldn't stop. From him, I learned many secrets about the High Priest.
I stared silently at the changing expressions on Guili Chi's face, constantly discerning whether his words were laced with lies.
When he finished speaking, a faint smile finally appeared on my face.
"Guili Chi, I didn't realize you had the potential to be a good dog. How about this, I'll tell you a secret too."
I leaned down and brought my head close to Guili Chi's ear.
"Actually, I'm from the Kasa tribe. You were right!"
After hearing my secret, Guili Chi's face twitched, showing great surprise. He then tried his best to control his expression.
"Master, don't worry, I will definitely keep your secret for you."
"Really?"
"Absolutely!"
*Thwack*!
Under Guili Chi's disbelieving gaze, I unhesitatingly plunged my hunting knife into his chest.
"Only the dead can keep secrets."
In the glow of the silver moon, Guili Chi's body slowly fell.
How could such a grown man be so naive?!
I spat on Guili Chi's corpse and returned to Dazhi's side without looking back.
Dazhi had already fainted, a strange flush on his face.
I touched his forehead, and it was terrifyingly hot!
This is bad!
I didn't bother cleaning up the scene, quickly and carefully picked Dazhi up, slung him over my shoulder, and ran towards the cave.
Time was of the essence. I ran all the way and soon returned to the cave.
The warriors of the Du'an tribe inside the cave were all fast asleep. I called out several times but no one woke up.
Something's wrong, they've been drugged!
I carefully lowered Dazhi from my shoulders, leaned him against the cave wall, and then, with my bare hands, I slapped the unconscious Du'an warriors awake, one by one.
After a chaotic scene, all the Du'an warriors in the cave were physically roused by me.
Whenever the Du'an warriors went out, they always carried herbs developed by the tribe's shaman to deal with various emergencies.
Watching others feed the herbal pill to Dazhi, I draped a nearby beast hide over him.
Man proposes, heaven disposes. This was the last thing I could do for him. Whether he could overcome this ordeal depended entirely on Dazhi's own vitality.