Chapter 318 — Yet Not a Single Righteous Soul
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
"We keep to the Wasteland and have never heard of it. " Shen Mu was about to speak when the turbaned male divine-power wielder guarding the treasure chariot suddenly stepped forward and bowed. "Brother.
. .
" Shen Mu rose and returned the salute, shaking his head. "Please, do not open your mouth.
" The foreign wielder said in surprise, "Why does Brother say so? " "You are hunted by these powerful ones and have fled into the Wasteland.
I will not join hands with you.
" Shen Mu shook his head. "They are too many, and every one of them is strong.
I can scarcely keep myself alive; to join you would be to seek my own death.
Please go back.
" The man looked disappointed, returned to the chariot, and spoke to it in a low voice.
From within the chariot came a little girl's voice: "Mother, that big brother does not want to help us?
" Another voice, very lovely, came from the carriage with a sigh: "There are no righteous souls in the Wasteland.
No one can save us, mother and daughter. .
.
" Shen Mu raised an eyebrow.
"A righteous soul?
I am no righteous soul. I am the Cult Master of the Nether Demon Cult — people are overjoyed when I do no evil. Me, a righteous soul?
Tch.
Only when I was a child did I get hot-headed and do good deeds; now I have grown up. .
. " The night seemed to pass very slowly.
Everyone in the ruins was occupied with their own thoughts. How long it was, no one knew, but at last a plume-crested fire pheasant dragon among the strange beasts flapped its wings and flew up, alighted on the roof of a ruined hall, and, head raised to the sky, crowed. At once the darkness fled swiftly, and a ray of sunlight shot from the east, falling upon the mountain peak beyond the ruins and lighting it up.