Orc Girl's Tribal Daily Life

Chapter 250 Cause of Death

Python looked at Jiang Luoluo with a hint of envy in his eyes, "Thinking about it this way, it might actually be better if you don't remember anything at all."

At least you won't feel bored with the repetitive nature of life.

During the period when pythons lived, there was neither Silver Peak Mountain nor Small Stone Mountain, but their lives were largely the same.

Before the age of ten, children could play freely at home and wait for their parents to bring them food every day. After they turned ten, they would begin to receive training and learn hunting and combat skills.

At fifteen, they awaken to their beast form; at sixteen, they officially participate in hunting; and at seventeen or eighteen, they begin to leave their families and live independently.

Some find a life partner as early as their early twenties, while others don't, or don't want to, and prefer to live alone, which isn't a big problem.

Anyway, they left their families early on, and their parents or other relatives had no say in their lives.

And throughout this entire process, death could occur at any moment.

It could be an illness in childhood, a slip of the hand while playing, a prolonged downpour, or an endless sandstorm.

Most likely, it's the life-or-death crisis they face every time they hunt.

Even if the python were to be reborn, could it really change anything?

He will die even if he encounters a powerful beast he cannot defeat.

He could still die if he encountered a highly poisonous plant he had never seen before.

He will still die if he encounters unavoidable severe weather.

Not to mention, those companions and clansmen who once cared about the python have long since disappeared into the annals of history.

Faced with a tribe of strangers who had lived for countless generations, the python felt no sense of belonging whatsoever, except for the power of fire that made him feel close to his bloodline.

He had no interest in surviving, but he couldn't find a way to return to the spark except through death—it didn't matter if he died, but the key was that there was another child's consciousness inside him.

Moreover, his body has not yet awakened its beast form. Without the support of beast form power, it is difficult for his consciousness to remain stable. At least, he will have to master the power before he can return to the Fire Seed.

Fortunately, the python is not completely alone in this world; it has a "kind."

The python was initially uninterested in this "kind".

After all, she didn't even have her own memories, and apart from knowing more things than other members of her tribe, she wasn't anything special.

So he simply looked around the shaman's house with great interest. It has to be said that no matter what era the shaman was from, the style of his dwelling never changed, whether it was a thousand years ago or now.

However, it's understandable, since the "shaman" from a thousand years ago and the one now can be considered the same person.

They may have different personalities or appearances, but those are only minor, insignificant differences.

It wasn't until the python discovered the heated kang (a traditional heated platform bed) and learned from another child in its consciousness that the kang was actually made by its "kindred spirit."

Only then did the python truly become interested in its own kind.

Then the python discovered more things, things that were different from what he remembered, and all of these were related to his "kin".

This was the first time the python had experienced such a completely different change, which made him even more interested in Jiang Luoluo, which is why he would come looking for her from time to time.

Because only the things Jiang Luoluo did could give him the interest to keep living.

He wanted to see more things he had never seen before and learn more knowledge he didn't know.

Jiang Luoluo recalled what Mang had said and remembered what he had told her at the beginning: he was willing to exchange his own story for hers—so you really do have your own story, bro!

After thinking about this, Jiang Luoluo was a little scratching her head.

It is known that the python was a member of the tribe who personally experienced the crossing of the river and settled here 1,500 years ago.

That python must know what's happening on the other side of the river! It must know what the world beyond the tribe, on the other side of that great river, is like.

Although 1,500 years have passed and the outside world is no longer verifiable, even knowing just a little bit about it can greatly satisfy Jiang Luoluo's curiosity.

But Jiang Luoluo wanted to hear it, but Mang wasn't going to say anything.

“Want to know? Then come and trade with me,” the python said.

"Exchange?" Jiang Luoluo scratched her head. "What do you want?"

"Anything is fine, but I want something new that I've never seen before." The python smiled slightly. "Things I've already seen in the tribe don't count."

Jiang Luoluo's eyes widened instantly, "!"

So, all the things she did before were useless?!

She's not a real tentacle monster who can create new things anytime. It takes a long time to create something new!

Isn't this deliberately making things difficult for her?

“Or…” Python looked Jiang Luoluo up and down, giving her another option with a dangerous and provocative smile.

"Beat me."

"I'll tell you anything you want to know, as long as you win."

Jiang Luoluo pursed her lips. Although she knew that Mang was deliberately provoking her, she was still very angry and unwilling to accept such words!

“...You just wait!” Jiang Luoluo said threateningly.

Then, belatedly, she realized that she had brought the python out to avoid it coming into contact with the duckweed.

The python's attitude towards the duckweed was extremely dangerous.

"You are not allowed to go near the water chestnut," Jiang Luoluo warned seriously.

Having probably revealed their identities to each other, Jiang Luoluo felt a little more sympathy for Mang... at least she knew that this person wasn't purely mentally ill, but rather mentally ill in the literal sense.

Therefore, instead of testing the waters before, Jiang Luoluo chose to be direct.

"Sure," Python readily agreed.

"And about the soft-shelled turtle..." Jiang Luoluo thought for a moment, "I'll tell you about the soft-shelled turtle, and you tell me some things about yourself."

"For example, your oldest age, and how... you died."

Jiang Luoluo thought this topic might be a bit presumptuous, but she was genuinely curious.

The python's reaction was very indifferent.

"I think it was the 27th or 28th. I don't remember exactly when I died."

After all, more than a thousand years have passed. Even if it had been sleeping in the fire for most of the time, some of its memories had been worn away and could not be recalled.

"As for how he died, it was probably poisoning," the python said uncertainly.

"Poisoned?" Jiang Luoluo asked in surprise.

"After all, we've just crossed the river and aren't familiar with many things here. We don't know what we can eat, what we can't eat, what we can get close to, or what we can't get close to."

The python shrugged and recounted some tragic stories from the tribe's past, "During that time, people were dying almost every day. There were all sorts of deaths—some ate certain fruits, some were bitten by poisonous insects..."

"I suppose I died this way too." The python's voice carried a hint of indifference, as if it were talking about someone else's story.