Chapter 682: 522
That night, at the campsite on the edge of Dayao Mountain, there were people kneeling all over the ground.
Knowing the darkness before dawn was approaching, a faint red light swept from the southwest sky and entered Gu Changsheng’s forehead. After flickering a few times, the red light eventually dimmed. The blood seeping from his forehead stopped, and Zhou Mu barely caught the woman as she fell toward the ground.
He sighed, carried her back to the tent, and Zhou Mu walked out with a stern face, looking towards Wuchang Yue and frowning as he asked, “What exactly is going on?”
The affairs of Witch Gu were extremely mystical, and people from the Central Plains were terrified by the mere mention of it, knowing very little.
“How would I know?” Wuchang Yue looked up at Zhou Mu and spoke coldly.
Asking her? How would she know? She had been sound asleep in her bedding when suddenly she felt the witch power inside her body become rowdy and agitated, waking her up. Upon leaving the tent, to her astonishment, someone had used the God-descending Witchcraft to summon the divine soul of the God of Witch Gu!
And that person was none other than the reckless descendant of the Phoenix Clan—Gu Changsheng!
She was so frightened that she nearly ascended to heaven and became a Buddha on the spot!
“She kept saying Xiao Gu Ze was in danger, and only this method could save him. I allowed her…” Zhou Mu looked at the southwestern night sky and sighed helplessly.
“Hmph! It’s just a son, look how she treasures him, truly disgraceful!” Wuchang Yue immediately scoffed upon hearing this, “In my territory of Bashu and the Southern Borderlands, using the art of God-descending without permission is a life-or-death affair. Even though she is a keeper of the gods, doing it without the King of Witch Gu’s approval is a reckless path to death! She truly is audaciously reckless!”
Zhou Mu looked at her and turned back to the tent.
With that statement from Wuchang Yue, he was reassured.
The art of God-descending was extremely dangerous, but so long as the King of Witch Gu agreed, it could be safe. Ironically, that little woman and the so-called Dandan, the King of Witch Gu, were one and the same, and got along quite well.
“Hey, what kind of look is that? Did I say something wrong?” Watching Zhou Mu leave, Wuchang Yue indignantly tapped the ground with her small cane, “It’s infuriating! It’s infuriating! Are you planning to kill the donkey once the grinding is done?”
“Little Witch Lord, you are much more precious than a donkey,” Xiao Cui slightly twitched her lips as she spoke up from the side.
“You! You! You all bully me! After all, I am the Witch Lord of Bashu! How can you treat me like this!” Wuchang Yue stomped her foot in anger upon hearing this.
Such lack of respect! Gu Changsheng’s subordinates were a bunch who truly knew no bounds!
“Little Witch Lord, you’ve monopolized our master all this way, Yuan Bao here can’t stand it anymore. Even though you’re not bad-looking, Yuan Bao still needs to remind you that no matter how good you are, in our master’s eyes, you’re just a trunk of grass! That look our master gave you is nothing but normal!” Yuan Bao, patting his belly, spoke with a face enjoying the calamity.
“You! You! You!” Wuchang Yue, hearing this, immediately thrust her small cane against Yuan Bao’s plump belly.
“Amitabha, kindly done, kindly done, Benefactor Wuchang, listen to this poor monk, you and Benefactor Zhou truly have no fate in this lifetime!” Little Monk Bu Jie looked meaningfully at the little girl in front of him and spoke very sincerely, his words infuriating enough to kill.
“Who wants to have a fate with him? I just think he looks good!” Wuchang Yue stomped her foot.
As the Witch Lord of Bashu, a mission-bound duty had never allowed her to leave the Cloud Palace Heavenly Tower. This was her first time, and she discovered that people outside really loved to nag.
The crowd nodded in agreement upon hearing this; indeed, the little Witch Lord had good taste—her master was definitely handsome, there was no denying that.
“Well, Little Witch Lord, the missus said the Young Master was in danger, is the Young Master safe now?” Xiao Cui, still worried about her Young Master, interrupted the teasing crowd and looked at Wuchang Yue, eager to please.
“Hmph!” Wuchang Yue tilted her neck proudly, not planning to answer her.
“Little Witch Lord, I’ll make you sweet dumplings tomorrow. Can you tell me if the Young Master is still in danger?” Xiao Cui walked half a circle around Wuchang Yue, rubbing her hands together with a pleading face.
Upon hearing about the treat, Wuchang Yue’s expression finally eased, and she reluctantly spoke, “The Witch Gu Divine Soul has been summoned by her. What danger could your Young Master be in?”
“Really don’t understand, a little boy, do you all have to treat him like a precious pearl? In our Southwest, it’s the girls who are precious! The girls are precious!”