"Rubbish! Otherwise, why would I be searching back and forth and shouting here?" Li Tian said irritably.
That was right, the Lord of Dongting Waters was a giant turtle. At that moment, he appeared in Chu Feng's soul sea, revealing his enormous shell.
"Alright, let's go. Bozi, Tiezi, help me keep my two pigs moving," Zhao Yuan said, nodding before speaking to Zhao Bo and Zhao Xiantie, who were helping herd the pigs.
No matter how hard Lü Feng thought, he could not figure out where this was. He simply stopped thinking about it. Once he got out and asked someone, he would know everything.
But just then, the music suddenly slowed. An ancient, weary feeling welled up in everyone's hearts. It was tender and low, gentle and fragile, like sobbing and pleading. Li Yan seemed to see nearly a million still-warm corpses carelessly thrown into the woods to feed the wild beasts of the mountains, leaving no whole bodies behind.
As soon as word spread that the cement workshop was going to pay everyone their wages, people were excited at first, but afterward, many worries arose as well.
The area in front of and behind the house had to be thoroughly cleaned, the drainage ditches cleared, all bowls and chopsticks scalded with boiling water, and clothes and bedding steamed as well. All drinking water had to be boiled before consumption. They also had to cut some wormwood and mugwort from the fields, dry it over a fire, then burn it to fumigate the rooms and drive away mosquitoes.
At that moment, Gu He was forming hand seals with both hands, sending one incantation after another into the pill furnace to control the heat within it.
"This is also an immortal from myth and legend. I'll tell you another story