A True Man Should Read

Aaron had never hesitated to judge others from the worst possible angle.

Don't mistake villagers for simple and honest. Preying on orphaned households, bandits blocking the roads, fights over water turning into armed brawls, kicking down widows' doors... such things happened often enough in the countryside.

If the first person to eat the crab wasn't dealt with, the jujube tree would be stripped bare by the day after tomorrow!

This time, a test subject had come along at last. Aaron was more than happy to oblige.

While Three Dog was eating the jujubes, Aaron had secretly used "Alchemy" to infuse a single jujube with the Spirit of Crimson.

Mm, among all the jujubes on the tree, only the one Second Aunt You had taken was useful. The rest were nothing but ordinary fruit.

But the one Three Dog had eaten was different.

Did he really think the Spirit of Crimson was harmless to man and beast?

Aaron gave a soft chuckle, ignored the commotion outside, and went back to sleep.

The next day.

A crowd had gathered outside Fang La's house, pointing at the jujube tree that had been stripped half bare. "It was stolen from, wasn't it?"

"Oh dear, that Fang boy really doesn't know any better. He couldn't even keep watch over an immortal jujube tree..."

"Exactly, exactly. Who did it?"

The farmers chattered among themselves, exchanging glances.

A few were already preparing to go over and help themselves.

If a monk could touch it, why couldn't this bald man?

"Ahhh!"

Just then, a shrill scream rang out from within the village.

With a cloth wrapped around his head, Three Dog came before Aaron's door, cradling several fiery red jujubes in his hands. Without saying a word, he dropped to his knees and began knocking his head