After a while, Stone Mama's trading with the villagers ended in failure. The villagers had nothing worth much and simply could not afford the goods on offer.
Meanwhile, Guo Dazhu was both excited and thoroughly humbled, like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, keenly aware of his own poverty.
Seriously, even selling their entire village would not buy a single Rune Rifle, unless they sold the village's sacred relic!
In the end, the Divine Turtle very kindly gave him a rifle.
Of course, there were only ten Rune Bullets. Once they were gone, that was it.
This left him as miserable as if he were constipated. He wanted to try it, but could not bear to waste the bullets.
The old village chief, Old Man Guo, said shakily, "Let's bury this Mr. Zhang beneath the Great Bluestone. It's our village's sacred relic, capable of suppressing ghosts and warding off calamities... Without it, we would have died long ago."
The villagers had their reasons for doing this. For one thing, Little White the Divine Turtle really did look auspicious. Clothes made the person, and the same applied to turtles. A beautiful turtle meant a favorable impression.
And the Rune Rifle they had given away had decent firepower and really could defend the village.
For another, the Great Bluestone could suppress ghosts. Someone with evil intentions buried near it would probably find it difficult to awaken; but if he possessed merit, its influence would instead improve his chances of waking.
[The people of Bluestone Village are quite nice. Could they be Zhong Shan's compatriots?] Gourd was delighted.
"Where would such fine morals come from? You're overthinking it." Stone Mama snorted a couple of times. Harsh lands bred unruly people. Where would lofty morals come from in such poverty? Rather, their minds