Chapter 670: Chapter 670: She is Just So Ugly, So Ugly Wow
"It’s easy to explain, they were taken by the people of the Ten Thousand Poison Hall to be burned and played with." True to being my ntor, Zhang Zidao imdiately shifted the bla to the Ten Thousand Poison Hall on the spot.
The white-haired elder still wore a face full of doubt and mumbled in disbelief, "But... but... the Yin Bell contained a teorite from beyond the Sky, which not even Samadhi True Fire could harm... Could the Ten Thousand Poison Hall... really be capable of that?"
"Young Madam, the corpse touched my face." Shenshen, like a frightened little bunny, shrank into my embrace right then.
I turned my head and saw a zombie making a weird whooshing laugh and even stretched out its stinking, green hand to touch Shenshen’s plump and adorably foolish little face, which imdiately enraged , "Get your filthy hands off, all of you back off, or I will not be polite!"
The zombies uttered incoherent noises that sounded like oohs and aahs from their mouths, unclear what they were saying.
But the impression they gave was one of extre fear of , retreating backward as if startled.
In the end, they even knelt down on one knee before
with devout sincerity.
Their posture as they knelt down resembled the highest form of ritual depicted in the Ancient Dian Kingdom murals, where subjects paid homage to the King of the Ancient Dian.
I had not expected my ferocity to be enough to repel zombies, "All of you, into the cave, then line up and head down the mountain, one by one, don’t co too many at once," lest the small platform collapsed under them.
Then they all stood up together and obediently went into the cave.
I turned back around, and everyone at the base of the mountain.
All bore expressions as if their eyeballs had popped out in shock, and I scratched my head.
Was it because I looked too ferocious when I got angry, scaring the daylight out of them?
"Disciple... those walking dead... called you master? How did you make them recognize you as their master?" Zhang Zidao’s mouth gaped open, almost dislocating his jaw, and it took a long while before he managed to speak.
I shook the Yin Bell, "Because of this thing, they listened to . I’ll throw it down to you after they’ve all gone down."
"There’s no need to throw it down, just keep it with you for now." The white-haired elder, with his hands clasped behind his back, had a shrewd glint in his eyes, "Girl, the Cold Moon Spring is most useful when the moon cos out, you’d better stay up there and don’t co down."
"Okay, then I’m sorry to say, I’ll borrow your dicinal Pool for a while." I had used too much Spiritual Power using the heavenly fire just now, and had cald down.
A touch of fear arose in the depths of my heart, worrying that I might hurt the Life Lamp given to
by Yu Longting, so I thickened my face and agreed.
I cleared my throat, feeling a bit embarrassed as I continued to make requests, "Um, is the turmoil in your village settled down? I... when I soak, could you... not let anyone co close?"
"Absolutely no problem. You can use the Yin Bell in your hand to have these walking dead guard nearby. I’ll go inform the village right away," the white-haired elder was unexpectedly generous.
He then exchanged a look with Zhang Zidao, holding his protruding lumbar spine with an ’aigh’ as he turned and left.
The two strong n who followed the white-haired elder, as well as Little Turnip Head and Little Turnip Head’s mother, also left with him.
As Little Turnip Head left, he curiously asked his mother, "Mom, why... why do daddy and the others all listen to that ugly freak, the Demon Head?"
"I don’t know, child, don’t talk nonsense, that is the esteed disciple of elder Zhang Zidao."
"But she is really, really ugly!"
Standing on the cliff, my heart suffered imnse hurt.
Really, really ugly...
Truly, children speak their minds, uttering nothing but the blunt truth.
"Young Madam, you are the prettiest." A cool little hand touched my face, and then kissed it with the fragrance of Ginseng.
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