Chapter 429

Chapter 429:

Marc grimaced and grumbled to Wyatt, “You’re footing the bill for this when we’re back, or I swear p>

“I’ll give you ten times the price!” Wyatt interjected, seizing the bottle.

He shook out two tablets for Weldon, but Marc quickly said, “One is plenty! Don’t waste them p>

Almost instantly, Weldon, who had been doubled over in pain, felt a wave of relief wash over him after taking the pill.

Wyatt popped a tablet himself, then handed the bottle to Barrie, ordering him to distribute one to each member.

“Do you have any more of this stuff?” Wyatt asked. “I’ll buy it off you p>

𝖡𝘦 𝗉𝘢r𝘵 of 𝗈𝘶r с𝘰𝗺𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗂𝘵𝘺 о𝘯

Marc laughed derisively. “Keep dreaming. These took years to make. I p>

“Mr. Stewart!” Barrie cut in, his voice taut with alarm. “Someone’s here p>

At his words, the group fell silent, holding their breath.

The night was still, disturbed only by the whisper of wind and the drone of insects.

After a tense moment, Marc frowned at Barrie. “Are you sure you heard something p>

He stopped mid-sentence, noticing Wyatt and Weldon staring past him

Spinning around, Marc felt that his heart nearly stopped.

Illuminated by moonlight, a young girl in a crimson dress stood watching them, her smile unsettling.

She appeared youthful, her cheeks still round with youth, her long hair trailing past her knees.

Her sleeveless red gown left her arms and shoulders exposed, yet no insects approached her.

“You…” Joselyn Henderson began, only for a centipede to emerge from her mouth.

Weldon gasped in shock, reflexively clutching the arm of the person nearby, only to discover too late it was Wyatt’s, who promptly shrugged him off.

“That — that centipede is still moving!” he stammered.

“I saw it,” Wyatt replied coolly, his eyes fixed on Joselyn, brimming with wariness.

Unbothered, Joselyn lifted the centipede from her face, letting it scuttle along her arm. “Why are you here? Leave now — this place isn’t kind to strangers p>

As she spoke, a slender green serpent emerged from beneath her dress.

Marc immediately recognized it — a bamboo viper, deadly and venomous.

While most would recoil in fear at the sight of the bamboo viper, Joselyn calmly allowed the snake to slither up her dress and coil around her arm, stroking it gently as if it were a beloved pet.

In the awestruck quiet that followed, Joselyn sauntered toward the mountains with her serpent and centipede, moving with the ease of someone enjoying an evening stroll.

Only after her silhouette faded into the distance did Barrie whisper, “Unless I’m mistaken, that’s the Oracle of Ekuoledo’s Myrkin Tribe p>

“An Oracle? In this modern era p>