Transmigrating to the BeastWorld,I Picked Up an Adorable BeastHusband!-Chapter 34: There’s no way they’re believing that

Chapter 34: Chapter 34: There’s no way they’re believing that

Weijie looked down at her, his expression softening.

He hated the idea of her being near a corpse, but he saw the look of determination in her eyes and mistook it for grief-driven kindness.

"If that is what you want." he murmured, his voice low and protective. "But stay behind me. The energy of the dead is not good for a female."

As they followed the grim procession toward the side of the mountain, Ningning’s hand slipped into the small vial hidden at her waist.

Her fingers closed around the cool, glass-like surface of the vial.

The Resting Cave was a hollowed-out chamber lit by dim, flickering fat-lamps. The air was cool and smelled of damp stone and dried herbs.

The men placed Jaren on a raised stone slab and stepped back, bowing their heads.

Puka collapsed beside the slab, her weeping now reduced to a haunting, rhythmic moan.

"Wait." Ningning said as Numa prepared to say the final words.

The Elder looked up, surprised.

"Ningning? This is a time for the spirits, child."

"I know." she said, stepping forward. Her heart was hammering against her ribs so hard she feared Weijie would hear it.

"But in my home... we have a ritual. A way to check if the spirit has truly left or if it is just wandering. Please, let me touch his brow one last time."

Weijie frowned, his protective instincts flaring, but Numa, seeing the desperate hope in Puka’s eyes, slowly nodded.

Ningning stepped to the slab. She looked down at Jaren. Up close, his skin had a bluish tint around the lips. She leaned over him, pretending to whisper a prayer, her body shielding the view of the others.

In one swift, practiced motion, she uncorked the vial with her thumb and pressed it to Jaren’s parted lips. She tilted his head back slightly, forcing the silver liquid down.

It was only a few drops, but as soon as the liquid touched his throat, a faint, golden glow pulsed beneath his skin, so fast that if anyone blinked, they would have missed it.

"Please work." she pleaded silently. "50/50, please be on my side this once."

She stepped back, her hands trembling.

She looked at Weijie, who immediately pulled her back into the safety of his arms.

"It is done." Ningning whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Now, all she could do was wait. If Jaren didn’t breathe in the next few minutes, she had traded the future of the tribe’s defense for nothing.

But as she watched Jaren’s chest, she thought she saw, just for a microsecond, the slightest twitch in his fingertip.

[Ding!]

[Scanning vital signs]

[Success! Brain cell activity has jumped from 5% to 45% and is climbing steadily. Heartbeat has increased to 2 beats per minute. You pulled him back from the literal edge of the abyss, Dumpling. The antitoxin was administered with less than thirty seconds to spare.]

Ningning heaved a massive sigh of relief, her shoulders finally dropping from their defensive hunch.

Her knees felt like jelly, the weight of trading her future arsenal and the sheer tension of the last few minutes had drained her.

Suddenly, one of the men standing near the bed let out a strangled gasp, stumbling back so hard he hit the wooden support beam.

"His... his chest!" the man shouted, his finger trembling as he pointed at the furs.

"Look! Jaren is breathing again!"

The cave fell into a deafening silence.

Every eye locked onto the stone-still figure.

Then, a sharp, ragged intake of air rattled in Jaren’s throat.

His chest rose, it was shallow, but undeniable.

Puka didn’t wait for an explanation.

She let out a cry that was half-sob and half-laugh, rushing to the stone side. She reached out, her hands hovering frantically as if she wanted to shake him awake.

Ningning stepped forward, placing a grounding hand on the woman’s shoulder.

"Okay, Puka, deep breaths. Don’t cry anymore." she said, her voice sounding a bit more clinical than the poetic flow of the locals.

"He’s just... he’s basically in a deep sleep right now. His body is rebooting, but he’s still really weak. He will wake up soon. You should save your energy for when he does; he’s going to need you to be 100% when he opens his eyes."

Puka looked up at Ningning with wide, shimmering eyes, nodding so hard her hair whipped around her face.

To her, Ningning wasn’t just a guest anymore—she was a miracle worker.

Numa was completely taken aback.

He leaned heavily on his walking cane, his weathered face a look of pure bewilderment.

He turned to Ningning, his gaze searching hers with a mixture of fear and profound awe.

"Ningning..." Numa’s voice was a mere whisper. "This is a miracle. I have seen many males fall to the black types poison, but I have never seen one return from death. Tell me, child... who is your god? To whom did you speak? Jaren has come back to life because of your prayer."

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Ningning’s lips twitched. She felt a phantom sweat-drop roll down the back of her head.

How am she supposed to say she didn’t even pray? That her ’god’ is just a snarky voice in her head named Doudou who just charged her a high-tech weapon manual for a silver smoothie?

She looked around at the faces of the tribe members. They were staring at her with such raw, superstitious reverence that she knew she couldn’t tell the truth.

In this world, "science" didn’t exist, but "miracles" were the currency of faith.

"I... I just prayed to the Great Human Spirit." Ningning stammered, scrambling for a believable lie. "In my land, we believe that the heart sometimes forgets how to beat, and it only needs a humble plea to the Ancestors of the First Light to remind it. I asked them to spare him for Puka’s sake, and... they listened?"

She offered a sheepish, awkward smile that she hoped looked humble rather than guilty.

[There’s no way, they’re believing that..] Doudou sniggered.

The men immediately bowed their heads, murmuring in low, respectful tones. To them, she had just performed the impossible. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

[Tch. They’re way too superstitious for their own good.]