Traveling through the world of beasts: I lead the system to build an empire

Mu Yang came into the house as soon as dinner was ready.

Su Mo looked over with concern and found that the big tiger was just a little tired, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

She was worried that someone would cause trouble and that the big tiger would get hurt in a fight.

At the dinner table, the three of them talked about the orcs in the tribe.

"Not a single one left?"

After hearing Mu Yang say that no orc left last night, Su Mo suddenly felt some mixed emotions, both expected and unexpected.

Although her words as a female last night did make some wavering males decide to stay, she didn't think that it would change the minds of those who had made up their minds to leave.

This result seems to verify Su Mo's guess.

Are these the real team that Hu Pang left for Mu Yang now?

So why did those dead orcs have to die?

Su Mo just felt her mind was in a mess and she couldn't make sense of it.

Perhaps only Zhuyue knows the truth.

Mu Yang nodded in confirmation, picked up a piece of Su Mo's favorite dish with chopsticks and asked.

"When will the funeral be held? What do you need me to prepare?"

The topic suddenly became heavy, and Su Mo felt a little uncomfortable.

"Is it true that there was not a single body left?"

Mu Yang shook his head.

"Then find a personal item and build a cenotaph."

……

The words of Mu Yang, the new clan leader, still carry some weight.

The orcs were also efficient. In just one day, they had dug dozens of pits in accordance with Su Mo's request on a piece of higher ground far away from the tribe and prepared the wooden boards that Su Mo wanted.

Su Mo spent an entire afternoon writing those names that were somewhat unfamiliar to her on the wooden board, and then she and Mu Yang carved those cold words stroke by stroke.

In the evening, the sky was tinged with a thin layer of twilight.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the earth, casting a golden halo.

As the hot season approaches, rain becomes less and less frequent, and today is another rare good day.

Not too hot or too cold, just comfortable and pleasant.

The burial site chosen by Su Mo was the result of careful consideration on the map for a long time.

Located in the northwest outside the tribe, it has mountains, water and forests, and the scenery is beautiful.

It is far away from the tribe, so even if the tribe grows bigger in the future, it will not occupy the land of the deceased.

The terrain is also higher, avoiding flooding, and is far away from the tribe, as if these heroes had never left and have been guarding the Tiger Tribe.

No matter what others think, Su Mo believes that Hu Pang will definitely be willing.

The orcs were called together again, but everyone had a solemn and serious expression and the scene was not chaotic.

Not that they knew what 'funeral' meant.

It was simply because their Lord Messenger of God was surrounded by a dull and depressing aura at the moment, and he did not look happy.

Su Mo was indeed in a bad mood, but it was not entirely because of her grief for the deceased.

In fact, except for Hu Pang, the other names were very unfamiliar to Su Mo. She had only seen many of them from afar, and she had never even heard of many of the names.

Even with Hu Pang, Su Mo had never met him properly.

Most of her knowledge about the tiger-like beast came from Mu Yang and Ling Han’s stories.

He is a tiger in their eyes.

Su Mo didn't even understand where her sadness came from.

Is it a sigh for the fragility of life in this world? Is it the helplessness of not understanding the tribal orcs who showed up? Or is it the despair of being out of tune with this world?

Maybe both, maybe neither.

A warm and powerful hand pulled Su Mo, who was immersed in sadness, back to reality.

It’s Mu Yang.

The big tiger gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Su Mo's eyes.

I don't understand why Su Mo is crying.

"Momo, don't cry."

If you rub the corners of your eyes with slightly rough hands, it will cause a stinging sensation even if you are very gentle.

Not far away, Ling Han was checking the number of wooden boxes.

Feeling Su Mo's gaze, the big white snake also cast a concerned look at her.

She shook her head at Ling Han, signaling him to continue working.

The two males had different living habits from her and they had little in common. Many times they didn’t understand what she was thinking or her occasional little emotions.

But at this moment, it gave Su Mo endless comfort.

They all tried their best to love her in their own way.

This is enough.

Grabbing Mu Yang's big hand, Su Mo rubbed it in his palm, "I'm just sighing, people who eat dirt all their lives will eventually be eaten by the dirt."

Mu Yang couldn’t understand why the orcs had to eat dirt, so he just gently held the depressed little female in his arms to comfort her.

"Mobil has arrived."

Not long after, Mu Yang whispered in Su Mo's ear.

Su Mo calmed down and looked back, and found that Mei Fu was slowly coming with She Meng and Landun.

In his hands he was holding a piece of wood and a piece of animal skin that looked a little old.

At noon, Su Mo asked Mu Yang to deliver the written wooden board to Mei Fu's house and explain the situation.

She felt that as a female tiger, Mei Foo would not want someone else to take care of her husband's tombstone.

Mei Fu walked up to Su Mo and handed her two things.

He looked tired.

Knowing that this was Hu Pang's name, Mei Foo carefully carved it on other wooden boards again and again. Only after he was satisfied did he finally start carving Hu Pang's name.

"Thank you, Su Mo."

Mei Foo is very grateful to Su Mo.

If it weren't for her, I might never have known what Hu Pang's name looked like.

Perhaps after a while, the last trace of Hu Pang's existence in this world will disappear.

Su Mo naturally understood what Meifu meant.

Hu Pang had no children of his own, and when he left, he left nothing behind.

In the animal world, knowledge is extremely valuable.

A name is a personal knowledge that only a few people can possess. It is no wonder that Foo gets emotional.

To her, this was like a thought.

So Su Mo gladly accepted Mobil's thanks.

"This is the animal skin skirt I sewed for Hu Pang," Mei Foo held the tiger-patterned animal skin skirt that looked very old, her face full of nostalgia.

"We had just become a couple at that time, and Hu Pang sewed clothes for me. They were very ugly and I hated them."

The somewhat fuzzy memory became clear again, and Mei Fu smiled.

"I told him that my sewing was definitely better than his, but he refused to accept the result and insisted on competing with me. Although I had never done needlework before, I was still mad at him, so I also sewed a fur skirt. In the end, my sewing was not as good as his..."

Meifu stroked the crooked lines on her fur skirt and said, "He laughed at me so much that I was so angry that I ignored him for several days."

"But who knew that guy, even though he said he disliked it, actually treasured it so much that he wouldn't let anyone touch the fur skirt and would wash and dry it every now and then."

"I didn't let him take it out because I thought it was embarrassing. Later, I don't know if it was because I had lived with him for a long time, but I became thick-skinned, so I just let him do it."

The orcs' animal skin skirts are all transformed by their own abilities.

It won’t get dirty and it’s easy to transform.

For orcs, a fur skirt made of wild animal skins is simply unnecessary.

As for why Hu Pang is so precious...

Probably only the person who made the animal skin skirt for him.