Shen Le: This wedding procession's standards are too high! Stop! Stop! Don't cause trouble!!!

This figurine—this weasel—this Yellow Immortal, had fought the Tartars in life?

Whether they were Manchu Tartars, Mongol Tartars, or Jurchen Tartars, in any case, they had to have been invaders.

Anyone who gave their life fighting invaders was unquestionably a martyr and deserved the highest honors. Even if it had only been a demon...

What was wrong with demons?

If they stood on the same front as us, they were one of us. Those who invaded us, those who slaughtered our compatriots, those who violated our sisters—

They were the ones who were "not of our kind, and thus surely harbored different hearts"!

Then did the spirits attached to the other figurines in this wedding procession also belong to soldiers, to martyrs? Shen Le tried hard to ask, cocking an ear to listen. He listened and listened until he practically wanted to stuff his ear into the Mud Figurine, yet he could not hear a single word.

The skirts drifted back and forth beside the Mud Figurine. They floated around it several times without getting any result, and could only return to Shen Le with profound guilt to report:

[Its spiritual awareness is very weak... Probably because it has only just been repaired. If we wait a while longer, or repair several more Mud Figurines, it should be able to say a few more words?]

That was normal. Every little fellow Shen Le had repaired had been half-dead like this before being fixed.

The better ones, like the Little Oil Lamp, could still manage a few fragmented words:

The worse ones, like Cloud Kun and the Red Wedding Dress, not only could not speak, but when they stirred things up, the scenes were practically haunted—

Far more exciting than these figurines!

The figurines had merely given him the experience of