Chapter 595 — Say That Again, I Dare You
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Though the whole city was false, the several dozen cannons on the walls were real—Shen Mu, at the primordial spirit assembly, had spoken with Yunxiang of the Governance Bureau, and had her send them overnight. And it was precisely because of those several dozen cannons that they had been able to bluff the demon race, leaving the many demon gods and Vajra unable to tell true from false.
Still, if Vajra made up his mind to attack, then even without the demon race's main force, the Nether Capital demon gods and monsters alone would be enough to raze this city.
So Shen Mu and the others could only slip away now; once Vajra attacked, they would not be able to leave. Shen Mu and the others walked out the city gate and were about to hurry east toward Li City when all at once the dark night lit up; a sun rose slowly in the sky, lighting up thousands of li in every direction.
A moment before it had been black night; now in an instant it was day.
"Could it be that the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping made a sun, and made the hour wrong?
" Shen Mu and the others were still guessing when a three-legged deity wreathed in blazing divine fire came striding toward them. As he walked, the sun in the sky moved with him.
"Lord Yangxing, this should be the place where I encountered that dark shadow of a youth in the Desolate Wastes.
" A clear voice rang out.
Walking before the three-legged, two-winged deity was a youth, very handsome, who looked toward Shen Mu and the others and said with a smile, "The other one beside him was not tall, and carried a weapon like a spear on his back—very easy to recognize. . . " His gaze fell on the Blind Elder coming out the city gate, then swept once across the others, and at last settled on Shen Mu's face.
He smiled. "Shen Mu, the Divine Son of the Nether Capital—Shen Fengqing? You're quite something. To think that the one I saw in the Desolate Wastes was you.
I found it very strange at the time, and thought to myself that you were quite peculiar and extraordinary. " Shen Mu ignored him entirely, his gaze going to the right hand of the three-legged, two-winged deity—there was no right hand there. "He is the god who cut Grandpa Tu in half at the waist, and the guardian of Jingping's false firmament!
" The Butcher took the severed hand from the Taotie Pouch and said mildly, "God of the heavens, did you follow the scent of this thing to find us? Have you come to avenge your severed hand? I too have a waist-cutting grudge to settle. But your hand is still severed, while my body has already recovered as good as new.
I won't take advantage of you. " He tossed out the hand bone.
It traced a streak of flowing light and landed at Lord Yangxing's right wrist, where it joined to his bones of its own accord. Lord Yangxing's gaze fell upon him.
He flexed the hand bone and said softly, "You returned my hand bone—that shows you are open and honorable. But what of the flesh, blood, and skin that were on my hand?
" "The Great Venerable of the Golden Palace of Loulan refined and ate them.
Your chicken bone was too tough for him to gnaw, so only the chicken claw was left.
" The Butcher raised his blade and said mildly, "Shall we do this here?
" Lord Yangxing looked at Shen Mu, hesitated, then looked at Young Master Qi, Qi Jiuyi, before him, wavering. Shen Mu also looked at Young Master Qi and asked curiously, "Friend, what was it you said just now? " He said apologetically, "Say it again—I didn't catch it clearly. "