By the time the escorts delivered the Nuwa Statue to the foot of the mountain, it was already late at night.
They did not dare linger and immediately entered the mountain path. More than forty escorts could be seen wearing tense expressions, their eyes filled with fear.
An old stone mason accompanied them, responsible for adding the finishing touch.
Divine statues were highly prone to gaining sentience. Once completely finished, they might vanish without a trace, so the final step was usually carved at the destination.
"Whew."
Captain Wang exhaled a plume of white frost and could not help saying, "The previous mountains were never this cold. Could this be the Mass Grave?"
"Indeed. My stomach's freezing up."
"Damn it, money really is hard to earn and shit hard to eat!"
The other escorts felt the same, and their limbs had begun to go faintly numb.
"Don't say that! Don't say that!"
The old stone mason turned pale with fright and hurriedly said, "Empress Nuwa will hear you. Foul language can easily disturb the gods!!"
Only then did Captain Wang come to his senses and repeatedly begged Empress Nuwa for forgiveness.
They recalled the origins of the Nuwa Statue. Though deaths had always been unavoidable during the carving process, there had never been a case of hundreds dying within half a month.
Now that forty-five Nuwa statues had just been completed, the town was already plagued by strange occurrences.
The old stone mason said softly, "By the customs of past festivals, the first Nuwa Statue selected is the most spiritual, and it is also the least tolerant of foul language. Do not speak carelessly."
The escorts all looked toward the Nuwa Statue. Moonlight passed through the white cloth, and from every angle, the statue seemed to be looking back at