Beauty and the Beasts Chapter 401 – No Greater Source of Grief Than a Broken Heart

Parker pointed at the pitch-black cave, somewhat angry at Curtis.

If he had already arrived here a long time ago, why didn’t he look for Qingqing first? What was more important than her?

As Bai Qingqing looked at the black and green mountain slope, she could imagine how fierce the fire was that day. She stumbled and felt like she was about to faint.

The sensations she felt that day weren’t just all in her head. They were real. Curtis really had been burnt alive. Who could have done such a cruel thing? Bai Qingqing quickly went through all the clues in her mind, and one name popped into her head-Muir!

Now that she thought about it, even the stone tool that Muir brought home that day seemed suspicious.

A newly made stone tool would always have a somewhat rough surface. The surface of the stone tool that Muir brought home wasn’t perfectly smooth, but she could tell that the granules had been smoothed out.

Back then, she thought the tool was just made from a different kind of stone. Now that she thought about it, the tool could have been made a long time ago and used for a while.

The mountain was so huge that it wouldn’t be easy to light up the whole area. However, the stone tools that Muir made included a set of tools that could be used to press easily flammable oil.

Muir seemed more suspicious the more she thought through it.

If she also considered the fact that all the other eagle beastmen were dead, Muir would be the only possible culprit.

“Muir!” Bai Qingqing spitted out his name between gritted teeth with a fierce expression.

Muir’s heart pounded at the mention of his name as he hid behind the bush forest.

Qingqing managed to guess? Impossible! The most Parker can do is to pick up smells. Was he even able to see what happened that day?

Muir fearfully tried to convince himself. I’ll go back a few days later when Parker and Qingqing have calmed down.

He didn’t hate Parker for injuring him. If his broken wing guaranteed him a chance to mate with Qingqing, it was worth it.

When this was all over, he could mate with her.

Muir barely managed to suppress the panic in his heart as he fantasized about his future life.

Parker didn’t pick up Muir’s scent due to the wind. He held onto Bai Qingqing, who was on the verge of collapsing, and looked at her worriedly. “It was him? Ah, I really underestimated his abilities. Curtis has lost to him twice now. Even if he didn’t die, getting burnt must have been awful for him. Tsk tsk-” Parker said, gloating at the snake’s misfortune. Even his unhappiness from being blocked for a month was reduced.

IOW.

Bai Qingqing looked at the black ashes on the ground. She was so foolishly grateful towards Muir even after Curtis was ambushed. She wished she could travel back in time and give herself a wake-up call. Idiot!

“I wish I could kill him!” Bai Qingqing spat out each and every word. She clenched her fists by her side so tightly that her hands shook.

“I’ll help you do that,” Parker promised her sincerely, pitying her. He was secretly delighted as he no longer had to worry about Muir fighting with him for Qingqing.

Muir heard a thundering sound in his head as if he had been struck by lightning. The wisp of “hope” in his heart completely disappeared.

The black eagle looked ahead with his dark, round eyes as his vision quickly blurred. His eyes welled up with tears that landed on the feathers below his eyes.

“Let’s go back. If Curtis is alive, he’ll find his way back.”

Bai Qingqing nodded firmly. “Mm. He definitely will come back. Let’s search for him around here. He could be nearby and needing our help right now.”

The two of them walked far away as they talked, leaving behind the still black eagle hiding behind the bush forest.

Qingqing found out…

Qingqing wanted to kill him…

Wasn’t Qingqing going to mate with him? They had already agreed on it.

The weather during the heavy rainy season was like a child. Storms came without warning.

The rain poured and caused the black eagle’s feathers to become wet. The blood on his wings dripped down with the rain, creating a puddle on the ground.

Muir opened and closed his beak. His knees buckled, and he fell on the puddle of blood.

A bald eagle began to circle around in the sky. His eyes were glued onto the still “corpse” below.

The black eagle didn’t notice this at all. There was no greater source of grief than a broken heart. He knew that Bai Qingqing was never going to accept him.