Those who had suddenly fallen ill were gathered in a wooden hut, and An Jin hurried over.
The hut was filled with painful groans. The sick females were clutching their stomachs, writhing on the ground.
"Have you eaten any rotten food recently, or any unfamiliar fruits or wild grasses?" An Jin crouched down to examine their symptoms, her first thought being food poisoning.
A female with slightly milder symptoms struggled to her feet, her face pale. She sighed and said, "We would never dare to eat random things. All our food is from the supplies the tribe's Beastmen gather!"
'With so much poisonous food in the Beast World, they wouldn't dare risk their lives by eating carelessly.'
"What about the water?" An Jin asked.
"It's all river water that everyone stored in advance. It's been raining so hard these past few days, none of us have dared to go out."
