Chapter 68 — Blood Washes the Long Street
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
"From these stone statues, it seems one could comprehend no small number of cultivation arts."
Shen Mu marveled. Suddenly a middle-aged man walked over and said with a smile, "Young lad from the countryside, want to earn some money? I have a way for you to make a fortune. The city lord's manor is recruiting people to fight on the arena. Win one match, and you shall be paid a hundred dragon coins!"
Shen Mu shook his head.
The middle-aged man went off to find someone else. He found a youth, who followed him into the city lord's manor in high excitement.
"Fighting on the arena at the city lord's manor? What is the Lord of Crimson Dragon City planning?" Shen Mu was puzzled.
Just at this moment, a voice burst into loud laughter. "Ever since the Dark Demon Cult Leader Fan Xuanshu died, his widow has been like a divine dragon that shows its head but never its tail—vanished without a trace. Who could have thought her ladyship would grace my Crimson Dragon City with her presence? Your ladyship's arrival from afar brings luster to my humble city!"
This voice was sonorous to the extreme, clearly revealing a cultivation of incomparable depth and might. Shen Mu's eardrums were shaken into a dull ringing, and quite a few pedestrians on the street were actually shaken senseless!
Shen Mu was astonished: "The cult leader's widow? Could it be Granny?"
"The city lord is too kind." A most enchanting voice came through, seductive beyond measure.
The moment Shen Mu heard this voice, he felt his mouth and tongue go dry, as if countless heart-demons had leaped out from the depths of his heart, singing and dancing.
No one knew how many pedestrians on the street abruptly turned as if drunk: they waved their arms and stamped their feet, roared with laughter, their faces twisted, their expressions crazed.
After a moment, these people returned to normal, staring at one another in bewilderment, not knowing what had happened.