"Yes, Master," She Dalì nodded mechanically.
I've heard this ancient Dian language so often that I can now understand it.
But that's the only sentence I can understand.
Auntie She stopped beating her son and said, "Miss Wan, Stronghold Master! Let me see you out."
"No need, you go on with your business," I said, taking a step out, but instantly regretted it.
Behind me came the crisp sound of a bamboo stick hitting a behind, "That's for being impolite, for talking nonsense!"
"Mama, I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again... wuu wuu wuu..." Little Turnip Head was being beaten and crying miserably, "Daddy save me."
"Wuru wuru wuru!" The Walking Corpse, She Dalì, made a low and somewhat muffled sound.
Little Turnip Head cried even harder, his heartbreak was beyond words.
After leaving She Dalì's home, I cleared my throat and asked Yan Bashui, "What did She Dalì just say that made his son cry like that?"
Even from behind a door, standing outside I could hear that Little Turnip Head crying...
It was obviously both painful and emotionally overwhelming??
"He said, 'Well done,'" replied Yan Bashui with a grin, "Since he sees you as his master and didn't join in beating the brat, you can say he's quite protective."
"It seems that Walking Corpses are only slow in action and thought, but still possess basic reasoning abilities," I pondered, stroking my chin, "They must still have their memories."
Yan Bashui nodded seriously, "The technology for creating Walking Corpses has been refined over thousands of years. Now, the Walking Corpses we make are nearly indistinguishable from when they were alive, except for being slow."
"Mm," I responded, my thoughts shifting. I couldn't help but remind, "Ten Thousand Poison Hall might strike again since they've long coveted the Immortal Gu."
Yan Bashui scoffed lightly, "They surely won't give up. They've harassed the village for years, all ending in failure. I've already instructed the whole village to be on guard! But, as the only Gu Speaker from Tianying Village in two hundred years, only you can inherit the Immortal Gu… so…"
"So unless I die, the main target of Ten Thousand Poison Hall will still be me?" I shrugged nonchalantly, mentally preparing myself for a relentless fight with Ten Thousand Poison Hall.
Following that, Yan Bashui and I sent the other Walking Corpses back to their respective homes.
Apart from eating a meal in the middle of the day, I spent the whole day moving around the village until dusk.
After a whole day of consideration, I had almost figured out the plan to find Dumpling.
I could try combining the Kin-seeking Clothes with the Soul-Seeking Garment and after improving them, wearing the clothes made.
Utilizing tonight's full moon on the fifteenth of the lunar calendar, I might be able to find the location of Dumpling's missing half of the soul.
Yan Bashui insisted that I soak in the Cold Moon Spring again, which was extremely precious.
The medicinal bath was made from top-grade herbs; otherwise, my Blood-weeping Syndrome wouldn't have healed so quickly.
Yan Bashui, as the Stronghold Master, had only soaked in it twice, but he hoped I could strengthen my body by soaking more in Cold Moon Spring, which would be beneficial for my future cultivation.
I tried to decline politely but ultimately couldn't resist Yan Bashui's persistence.
The moon rose in the east, and I leaned against the edge of the Medicinal Pool, embroidering the Life and Death Embroidery.
Having fallen seriously ill, I traveled light this time.
I actually didn't bring many materials for making clothes with me, so the fabric, needles, and thread were all borrowed common items.
The outcome would certainly be compromised, but I was lucky that tonight's moonlight could enhance the clothes' effectiveness.
Just as I was about to finish, a horn suddenly sounded throughout the village.
From below the mountain, came a hoarse child's shout: "Hey! Ugly woman, be careful, Ten Thousand Poison Hall is attacking the village." Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn noᴠelfire.net