It's You

People's Art

Xu Wensheng, tied to a wooden post as thick as a bowl and unable to move, wore an utterly hopeless expression. He was nearly ready to die.

"Let go of my dad! Let go of my dad..."

Little Tiger, a boy in his early teens, flushed red and repeatedly charged forward, tugging at the villagers as he tried to free his father.

But the villagers weren't about to let him. They all held the boy down tight, leaving him just as unable to move.

"Little Tiger, stop messing around! Your dad's got something unclean on him. I'm doing this for his own good!"

Seeing that this Naughty Kid still wouldn't give up, the village chief immediately lost his temper.

After just a couple of shouts, the Naughty Kid backed down at once.

Anyone who could become a village chief had to be a wolf at heart.

Without a bit of ferocity, how could he lead the villagers to prosperity? Otherwise, no one would even listen to what he said.

That was the whole point of Sun Wu training palace maids and the saying that kindness had no place in commanding an army.

Tied to the wooden post, Xu Wensheng wore a bitter smile. Even now, he still had no idea what had happened.

"Xu, what did you do out there? You actually brought an evil thing back with you."

The village chief was supposed to believe in science, but he had witnessed the strange things happening to Xu Wensheng with his own eyes. From a materialist perspective, he could only call it an inexplicable evil thing.

"I..."

Xu Wensheng's expression stiffened slightly, then quickly turned into a bitter smile.

How could he put it?

If he honestly admitted that he'd gone with the archaeological team into the mysterious