Chapter 48 The Chicken Is Plucked To Death

As the viewers watched in stunned silence, Gabrielle stomped down hard—twice—then quickly bent to inspect the scorpion. Once certain it was dead, she tossed it into her backpack without hesitation. She then plucked the medicinal herb she had spotted earlier, turned, and began climbing the cliffside, using the protruding rocks as footholds. After only a few steps, she reached the top, swiftly coiling up the rope and stuffing it into her bag.