Chapter 60: Organizing

Actually, the condition of the previous body was already bad from the start, but this new one is even worse. Maybe it’s because it was buried in the soil for too long…

This nameless corpse was a witch from the tribe, so she belonged to the same race as Duogaluo and the others. Her skin was light brown, and her hair was the same light gray as theirs, which made her feel a bit uncomfortable.

Nagu picked up a strand of hair from her shoulder and looked at it, then sighed and sank back into the cool river water.

It was already the next morning. Last night, Hamoyin had carried her back to the treehouse without a second thought. Nagu had expected him to be suspicious for a while, but getting his trust so directly was quite nice, actually.

Nagu turned around and lay by the river, watching Hamoyin crush some roots. She had fallen asleep last night without cleaning the mud off her body, so she asked Hamoyin to bring her to the river to wash up this morning.

Hamoyin was sitting by the river, making a fire to cook something for her.

This almost pampered lifestyle felt strangely nostalgic. Nagu stared at Hamoyin, who was focused on his task, for a while before calling out to him, “Hamoyin…”

“It’ll be ready in a while,” Hamoyin said, throwing the crushed roots into a stone bowl.

“No, I wasn’t asking about the food.”

“?”

Meeting Hamoyin’s puzzled gaze, Nagu nervously dug at the soft, wet mud by the river, “Do you find my current appearance very strange?”

The previous ‘Nagu’ body was healthy, but this one was only slightly better than a dried corpse. Her eye sockets were sunken, her skin was dry, her hair was a tangled mess down to her waist, and her body was so thin that touching it felt like touching bones. Even a little movement made her extremely tired. She had to admit she missed her previous healthy body.

“It’s okay,” Hamoyin said, looking at the girl soaking in the water, who had a completely unfamiliar appearance.

Compared to Hamoyin, who didn’t care much about appearances, Nagu was much more uncomfortable. She kept pinching her thin arms and nervously touching her face. While bathing in the river today, she had checked her body countless times, each time sighing or helplessly laughing.

Hamoyin couldn’t tell if she was satisfied or dissatisfied with her current state. However, her actions and expressions were exactly like the Nagu he remembered. It was a strange feeling, seeing a completely different person doing the same things as someone else. “Don’t worry about it too much.”

“Don’t worry about it?” Nagu was still fiddling with her wet, sticky hair. She just wanted to cut it all off.

“Yes.” Seeing Nagu struggling with her hair, Hamoyin put down the stirring stick and walked to the river. “Let me.”

“Eh?” Nagu let the man take the hair from her hands in confusion. “You want to help me wash it? It’s okay. I can do it myself. I still have the strength to wash my hair.”

“No.” Hamoyin took out the bone knife he always kept polished from his waist. “I’ll help you cut it off.”

Maybe due to some psychological reason, Nagu misheard and thought he was going to cut off her head. After two seconds of cold sweat, she realized he meant her hair. “How did you know I wanted to cut my hair?”

Hamoyin splashed some more water on Nagu’s hair: “How much to cut?”

“To the shoulders.” Nagu pointed with her finger, then obediently sat still in the water. “Just enough to tie it up like yours.”

“Okay.”

Nagu then felt her hair being grabbed in small sections by Hamoyin and snip, snip, snip.

“By the way, Hamoyin, do you know… uh, Yuk’an?” This name was seen on the beast skull serving as the tombstone of this witch, which belonged to the leader.

The hand combing her hair paused, making Nagu think she had mentioned a significant name: “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Hamoyin resumed combing Nagu’s tangled hair. “He was the father of Duogaluo and Azuran, the former chief.”

“Oh… so my current body was the witch under their father’s command back then.” Nagu nodded thoughtfully. “Do you think others will recognize me? If they think the former witch has been resurrected, wouldn’t that be troublesome?”

“They will.”

“What should I do then…”

Hamoyin threw the cut hair into the water, letting it flow away slowly: “Stay by my side and don’t go anywhere.”

That was indeed a solution, but why did it sound a bit embarrassing?

Nagu covered her cheeks with her hands to stop herself from overthinking: “So I’ll live in the treehouse like before? What about you, do you still need to discuss the matters of Gongduo and Azuran with Dogaro?”

“No, as you said before, we’ll discuss it after the wounds heal.”

“Right!” Since Hamoyin was still cutting her hair, Nagu didn’t dare to turn around excitedly. “Did Duogaluo give you the medicine? Have you tried it? Is the pain in your backside gone?”

“Haven’t tried it.”

“Eh? Why not…”

Hamoyin felt he couldn’t say it was because he thought Nagu wouldn’t like him anymore after regaining her memory, so he had been neglecting many things out of despair. This would make Nagu think he was unreliable and not dependable, so after trimming the remaining strands of Nagu’s hair, he deliberately skipped her actual question: “I’ll try it tonight.”

“Do you think it will be like the medicine for scales, apply it twice at night and be completely healed the next day?” Nagu didn’t think much of it and continued the conversation. She still remembered the shock brought by the black technology of this era’s medicine, maybe if she applied the medicine to Hamoine’s backside today, a tail would grow out the next day.

“Probably not that fast.” Hamoyin put away the knife and then removed a few clumps of hair stuck to Nagu’s back. “Wash up and come out. It’s time to eat.”

“Okay!”