A short while later, everyone grabbed Wei Wu by the legs, tugged at his pants, and used every ounce of strength they had to finally haul him out of the furnace.
Then he experienced what it meant to die of embarrassment in public.
His hair was disheveled, curled and blown wild, his face blackened—blacker than Big Black Ox's ass. Only the whites of his eyes were still visible.
"Ah!!"
Wei Wu covered his face, turned, and ran.
Leaving Qin He and the gathered humans and beasts staring at one another.
"What was wrong with him?" Qin He asked strangely.
"Uh... maybe he thought he looked too embarrassing. After all... his face was a complete mess, covered in ash," Wang Tie Zhu guessed.
"Embarrassing?" Qin He froze for a moment, then took a mirror from Armpit Space and examined his own black-and-white face. "I seem to look about the same, don't I?"
"My lord, what are you saying? You're far more handsome. The mottled colors on your face can't hide your peerless splendor at all. Like a bright moon amid dark clouds, casting down silver radiance—dazzling beyond compare," Wang Tie Zhu hurriedly said.
"Really?" Qin He twisted his face around in the mirror.
"Absolutely." Wang Tie Zhu patted his chest without even blinking.
"Then... why did Wei Wu run?"
"He's sick, and seriously sick at that. Don't mind him." Wang Tie Zhu waved a hand, then hurriedly changed the subject. "My lord, I think we should carry that god inside and burn him. Better not let the night grow long and dreams grow many."
Qin He pondered for a moment and felt that made sense.
This concerned a deity, so caution came first. The sooner they could watch Shadow Play, the sooner they would learn about the divine domain.
So he