"Hey, look at the road he picked. Doesn't that lead to..."
"Looks like we're in for a show."
Bian Chunchou sat beneath the big banyan tree at the village entrance, watching over the piles of grain. Now that the Divine Dragon Temple was built, and he wasn't the village chief, he had naturally found himself an easy job. He could also use the time to ponder his plans for expanding the temple.
As far as he knew, there were no fewer than nine villages around the town. The village chief had said that only their village knew about the temple, but... in situations like this, everyone was usually hiding things from everyone else. Each village thought it had the advantage, when really they were all laughing behind closed doors. After all, they were all practicing human sacrifice. How simple and honest could their customs be?
So rather than wait for the Evil God to make a comeback, Bian Chouchou would rather set an ambush and strike first. He firmly believed the Divine Dragon was the most formidable wherever it went.
"Young man, might I trouble you for a drink of water?"
The weather was cool. Bian Chouchou had put a straw hat over his face while his thoughts wandered, and he was in the middle of planning the Divine Dragon's grand conquest of the world when an unfamiliar voice came from above him.
"How do you know I'm a young man? What if I'm an old geezer?" Bian Chouchou lifted the hat from his face and looked up into a pair of narrow eyes filled with laughter. Oh, someone with eyes like that was definitely up to no good.
The smile on Huang Youxi's face deepened. "An old man would be stooped with age. With a bearing like yours, young