Chapter 417 — The Stone Statues
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
You can't even manage yourself, and you push Shen'er into the fire pit! If you have the ability, then bear it yourself! And now look at you—cut down like a stick, hiding in the Wasteland playing dead every day, and still shameless enough to talk about responsibility! " The Village Head said angrily, "You, you—" "You what?
" Granny Zhu said viciously.
"A hundred-odd statues—if you have the ability, go level them!
Otherwise, you too go back to the Wasteland and play dead like a good boy! " The Deaf Elder coughed. "Granny, that's going too far.
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. " Granny Zhu shouted, "What business is it of yours? I raised Shen'er with my own hands, shit and piss and all, and you black-faced every day, smacking his palms. If not for the fact that you're a bookworm who writes a fine hand and could teach Shen'er his letters, I'd have beaten you to death long ago!
" The Deaf Elder flew into a rage, stammering, "Books cannot be read without the rod. .
. You—you twist words and reason!
Only petty men and women—" Granny Zhu clapped a sheet of cowhide over his head, and the Deaf Elder at once became a bull, lowing and bellowing.
The Alchemist said hurriedly, "Granny, I think—" "Get out!
" Granny Zhu said coldly.
"Go back to your room and wait on that pile of women of yours!
" "Right away.
" The Alchemist answered briskly and turned to go.
The Silent Craftsman tapped out his pipe and made a gesture. "Ah, ah. . . " "Shut up! You rotten seed, full of rotten schemes! " The Silent Craftsman bowed his head, deeply aggrieved, and said no more.
The Lame Elder opened his mouth, wanting to speak; Granny Zhu turned to look at him, and the Lame Elder shivered several times and forced a laugh. "What are you being so fierce for?
We can all talk things over nicely, haha, talk nicely.
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. Lord Huo, Lord Huo, say something!
I'll take Lord Huo's word. If Lord Huo says go back to the village, I go back to the village; if Lord Huo says fight, I fight! " Granny Zhu shot Lord Huo a glance. "If you won't go back to the Wasteland, then I'll go to your Great Tingming Temple and see how many monks are left in it! " Lord Huo said not a word. "Blind Elder, say something," the Village Head said, looking at the Blind Elder. The Blind Elder said, "If Shen'er wants to stay, then he stays.
If Shen'er wants to go back to the Wasteland, then we go back to the Wasteland too. " Granny Zhu looked at him coldly. The Blind Elder closed his eyes. "Granny, if you want to take Shen'er away, none of them can stop you—only I can. I too once took Shen'er away; I know his resolve.
We are old.
If the Village Head does not complete the Divine Bridge, he likely will not live past next Spring Festival. Why must we fall out? Better to hear what Shen'er has to say. " Granny Zhu's heart softened again.
She looked at Shen Mu and said gently, "Shen'er, you've grown up now, and the scoundrels in the village have raised you into this. Don't learn their bad ways. Come back with Granny. Whichever girl you like, marry her. Granny is waiting to hold her grandchild. .
. " Shen Mu looked around in bewilderment, then lowered his head. Si Yunxiang stood at his side, also somewhat at a loss, not knowing what had happened. She thought, 'But Auntie really is magnificent and overbearing, scolding these godlike beings into perfect submission. When will I ever have such majesty. .
. ' After a moment, Shen Mu raised his head and said doubtfully, "These statues are the same as the statues in the Wasteland—all transformed from gods and demons. Did they appear so suddenly because Yuxiu and I created the Primordial Spirit Guide, and caused this upheaval? Those statues—have they come to destroy Jingping?
Then the disaster was caused by me?