Chapter 477 — The Evil Thing
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
If you did not know a god-devil, how could you summon a man of Heaven Above to deal with me? How could you draw out Xusheng Hua? If you did not know a god-devil, how could you recognize the Old Mother of True Heaven? Great Venerable, neither of us is a child of three. An honest man does not speak in riddles. You truly are not qualified to know a god-devil—but the one behind you is, and he must be very close to you. When you perform your soul-worship sorcery, the phantom of a god-devil rises behind you. That god-devil must be your master, or your grandmaster. Am I right? " Ban Gongcuo watched the sword that kept poking at the sand, his face shifting between light and shadow.
Suddenly he rose to his feet and paced back and forth within the mirror, unable to decide. The world all said that he was the founder of the Golden Palace of Loulan, never knowing that another had founded it.
That god-devil was indeed deeply bound to him; in those years it had founded the Golden Palace of Loulan, but by a twist of fate the Golden Palace had fallen into his hands.
There were many shameful deeds buried in all of that. "He is my honored master.
" Ban Gongcuo stopped and looked up at Shen Mu outside the mirror.
"You guessed right.
My ability to communicate with Heaven Above, my ability to recognize the Old Mother of True Heaven—it all has to do with him. But I advise you not to provoke him. He is too evil! " The corners of his eyes twitched violently.
He lowered his voice. "Sect Master Shen should know that I am evil enough—but beside him I am a small witch meeting a great one. I am his disciple, yet every time I stir the soul-worship sorcery I must borrow his power. Do you understand? Every time I use that sorcery, I burn away no small measure of my lifespan! Heh heh—he treats his own disciple so, and others even worse. That is why I am so unwilling to use this sorcery.
" Shen Mu could not help but be moved. That Ban Gongcuo should call another person evil!
It was a tale of the Arabian Nights, past all belief. In all the world, when it came to evil, who could surpass Ban Gongcuo, who had spread poison across an entire grassland and killed countless herdsmen of the steppe?
"I do not know his true name either.
I know only his title. " Ban Gongcuo said, "Others call him the Shaman God Kui. I believe he must be surnamed Kui—but those of our lineage rarely reveal their true names, and even his surname may not be real.
" "The Shaman God Kui?
" Shen Mu was taken aback. Kui was indeed a surname—but perhaps the Kui of "the Shaman God Kui" was not a surname at all. Break the character apart and it came to ear and ghost.
Could it be that Kui was not a surname but a race?
If that were so, then the Shaman God Kui's race must be the Ghost race.
"But as for the Sect Master finding him—I fear that is all but impossible. " Ban Gongcuo said, "He came from another world, and as early as my first life he had already left this one.
" Shen Mu studied Ban Gongcuo's face in the mirror carefully. Ban Gongcuo looked calm, without a trace of falsehood. "There is no need for doubt, Sect Master Shen. I have no reason to hide anything from you.
I have fallen into your hands; my life and death are in your grasp.
Even if I lied to you, I would gain nothing.
" Shen Mu pondered a moment, then smiled. "Great Venerable, you are lying to me again.
" Ban Gongcuo said helplessly, "How am I lying to you? " "If he truly left, then why can you still perform the soul-worship sorcery? That phantom behind you—is it not the projection of his primordial spirit? " Shen Mu smiled. "Do you think he has the strength to project his primordial spirit here from another world?
If he had that ability, the gods of the upper realm would not have gone to such trouble—petrifying their own bodies to transmit them here, then commanding the gods of Heaven Above to activate the world-destroying artifact.