Sixty-two Dragons (1)
Upon hearing the price ntioned by Uncle Zong, Mu Wanwan started to have second thoughts.
Mister Long was still recovering, and he could only stay awake for a few hours each day. Perhaps it would be more beneficial to let him absorb the spirit stones instead.
But what Uncle Zong said next moved her a little.
That guy has a terrible temper and isnt very well-grood, but if your idea is good, he might charge you a much cheaper price, he said.
So, Mu Wanwan followed Uncle Zong through several alleyways until they reached a small and sowhat rundown shop. Uncle Zong told her to handle things herself and go back to the shop to look for him again later, then imdiately dashed off as if hiding from sothing.
Mu Wanwan knocked on the door, opened it, and stood inside the cramped shop that was filled with all sorts of materials that it was almost impossible to find sowhere to place her feet. The air was dusty and carried an unpleasant sll. She saw a dwarf who was holding a hamr in his hand. Uncle Zong had said he was called Uncle Tie1.
Although cultivators were not particularly afraid of cold weather, Mu Wanwan rarely saw anyone wearing thick pants yet being bare-chested in such weather. Uncle Ties skin was a light green colour, and he could not be described as good-looking. There was a long scar from his ear to his lips, and a pair of slightly protruding deep brown glass eyes were hidden beneath his drooping eyelids, making him look a little scary.
His exposed body was covered with scars of all sizes, and occasionally, there was a flash of black smoke. Mu Wanwan blinked twice and thought she was mistaken.
What do you want? He raised his slightly cloudy eyes and spoke with a hoarse, wheezing voice.
Senior. Mu Wanwan bowed to him, and before she could state her purpose, she felt sothing akin to a sharp sword cutting through the air, coming straight at her. Instinctively, she tried to dodge, but she couldnt avoid it and was hit, falling to the ground on her backside.
It wasnt particularly painful, and after a brief mont of confusion, Mu Wanwan finally saw what had hit herit was a miniature iron hamr?
I hate it when people call senior. Call Uncle Tie, and get to the point, said Uncle Tie. He chortled, and his pupils trembled violently as he stared intently at her. The scars on his face seed to co alive, which was rather terrifying.
Mu Wanwan,
She got up, picked up the small iron hamr, and dusted it off. Uncle Tie, I would like to customize sothing that can assist with walking
Mu Wanwan briefly described her request, saying, Because my husbands legs are rather long, I hope the height can be adjustable.
In truth, Mu Wanwan wanted to say that Mister Longs tail was long, and according to modern wheelchair standards, it would probably be impossible to accommodate him. Just imagine, Mister Long, who already had half of his tail missing, having his tail scrape against the ground while she pushed him in a wheelchairit would certainly not be a pleasant experience.
Oh, Uncle Tie didnt even lift his eyelids. The fingers holding the iron hamr trembled slightly. One low-grade spirit stone. Co back to collect it in three hours.
Eh? Mu Wanwan thought she misheard and couldnt help but ask, Uncle Tie, is it really just one low-grade spirit stone?
Uncle Tie didnt even glance at her. As if impatient, he simply used the miniature hamr to push her out of the shop. Mu Wanwan fell to the ground, and stared dumbfounded at the closed door in front of her.
Uncle Ties temper was truly peculiar. She thought he disliked her, but who would have thought he only wanted one low-grade spirit stone.
Mu Wanwan stood up and looked at the grey sky. She was worried about her dragon and little chirp at ho, so she hastened to buy what she needed. She had promised Mister Long that she would bring back at.
Once he confird that the person outside had gone far away, Uncle Tie suddenly bent over and dropped the hamr that had never left his hand. It created a huge pit on the floor, causing all the surrounding materials to crash to the ground, turning the room into a chaotic ss.
However, he didnt seem to care. His eyes trembled with a hint of dread
She had his scent on her. Even after all these years, he still hasnt forgotten the image of that figures back bathed in a sea of blood.
Uncle Tie clutched his head. Black demonic energy slowly seeped out of his body. Of the thousands of slaves from back then, there were probably not many who are still alive today.
Footnotes:
1Uncle Tie: Tie here is the transliteration of the Chinese word for iron, which is what was in the raws. I chose to keep to the Chinese transliteration to be consistent with the rest of the nas, as Uncle Iron would sound really odd.
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