Chapter 1693 — The Bedridden Man in the Countryside
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
And the reactions of the old man and old woman confirmed his conjecture! "The Lord of the Heavenly Capital who opened the Seventh Epoch of the universe—I never imagined his mortal body would be suppressed here after death. " Shen Mu straightened up and shook his head: "His wounds—I cannot heal them.
But there is one person who can. The purpose of my journey is to find this person. His name is Tai Yi.
Do any of you know him?
" The old woman and old man exchanged a glance and each shook their heads. Just then, the woman's voice rang out: "The food's ready!
You two old codgers, hurry up and invite the young gentleman to eat! " At the dining table, Shen Mu took his seat. The old man and old woman sat with him.
The pig-slaughtering youth sat across from him.
The woman continued cooking, while the girl with the horn braids hunkered down under the tree with a bowl, slurping noisily, not at the table. "A mountain village has no fine wine to offer a young gentleman from the city.
Please forgive us. " The old woman was most attentive: "Young gentleman, eat up! " Shen Mu did not pick up his chopsticks. He looked around and said: "Eight trees, but only seven have arrived.
Where is the remaining one? " The old man feigned deafness.
The woman came over carrying a basin of pig-slaughter stew, set it down, wiped her hands on her apron, and smiled with rustic simplicity: "What remaining one?
And there are only six people here, counting the paralytic. With the young gentleman, that makes seven, doesn't it?
A young gentleman from the city must be poor at arithmetic! " Shen Mu smiled: "How can I raise my chopsticks when the guests are not all present? " The old man opened his mouth to speak, when suddenly the pig-slaughtering youth across from Shen Mu flew into a rage. He drew his cleaver and with a thunk drove it into the center of the dining table, killing intent filling the heavens, and bellowed: "Why waste words on all this nonsense? I can't hold back any longer!
Let's just take up our blades and kill this bastard!
" The dishes on the plates flew up with a clatter. Slices of pork and pig offal from the stew rose into the air and reassembled into half a pig, its eyes wide and round. The other half pig hanging at the village entrance sprouted two legs and came running at full speed. The two halves merged together and cried: "Well said! When have we ever been afraid?
Who cares about some Seventh Young Master of the Miluo Palace—just chop him down! "