Masses Art

What Belongs to Its Owner

Three hours later, Li Bai and Professor Zhu arrived by car.

The two of them saw Xu Wensheng tied to a wooden post while Goddess Mother Auntie Si, dressed in a "showy" outfit and wearing lipstick and blush, circled him. He was already beyond recognition.

Just looking at the old woman gave Li Bai the urge to shout, "What kind of demon are you?"

But after taking a closer look, he thought, Huh? She's pretty professional!

Great Demon Li wore a delighted, schadenfreude-filled expression.

If you go out and make trouble, you'll have to pay for it eventually!

"Old Xu, what are you people doing?"

The sight left Professor Zhu torn between laughter and tears. The village where Xu Wensheng lived was engaging in feudal superstition, and they had even brought out a Great God. What a complete mess. Xu Wensheng looked as though he had been put through hell.

From the archaeological excavation site all the way here, the old professor and Great Demon Li had argued nonstop over science and pseudoscience. Even the driver's ears were nearly blown out.

That was right—they were both professional contrarians!

One talked about the law of the lever in mechanics, while the other said that the Ancient Greeks did not even understand what the Earth was, and might have thought the ground was flat.

As for prying up the Earth, they could talk about it after Galileo and Magellan were born.

Then they moved on to Mendeleev's periodic table of the elements, which immediately prompted a divine reply: Comrade Mendeleev must have been a fellow disciple of Sucha Erhan. He practiced Dream Arhat Fist, so otherwise, how could he have dreamed up the periodic table? It simply wasn't scientific!

Then came Thomas Alva Edison's genius formula of