1050 The Butcher’s Shop In The Town (2/2)
He and the Butcher had played the games humans favored over and over again, and Grand Cultivators like himself usually were very intelligent, so he was exceptionally good at playing chess. Except a few talented souls in the Back Hill of the Academy and the Lanke Temple, no one could beat him on the board.
After watching the two playing for a while, the Drunkard got bored. And he happened to finish his fifth cup of tea and the tea began to taste weak. He felt calmer, so there was no need to ask for a fresh pot. He stood up, teased Zhang San and Li Si, chatted with Zhao Xiaoshu about the news of the county school, and then walked out of the shop.
He still didn't go back to the house, and he chose the only butcher's shop over the wine shop. Actually the wine shop was the only one in the town. Many things in this town were unique, which was exactly what he and the Butcher wanted.
The butcher's shop was dark and smelled bad. It was the smell of blood mixed with meat and decaying excrement. The Drunkard frowned and blocked his sense of smell, then chose a relatively clean spot to sit.
The Butcher was unhairing pigs' trotters. Dozens of chubby trotters were neatly placed on the chopping board and prepared to be burned. With a slight burning sound, the faint burned smell gradually spread, and the surface of the trotters became brown.
Seeing this, the Drunkard shook his head. He took the flagon from his waist and started drinking. He knew why the Butcher refused to give up this business or hobby, but he really didn't like it.
After unhairing the trotters, the Butcher picked up the oily kitchen knife to cut them open. His arm suddenly became stiff, because he noticed that the Drunkard was awfully quiet today, which was very unusual.
The Butcher turned to look at him and asked, ”What's wrong?”
He and the Drunkard had lived in this town for many years. And earlier they had lived together in others towns. They knew each other very well.
For many years, they just hid and enjoyed the fun stuff that began to bore them since they had enjoyed them for so many times. It was not until recent years that they started to meddle with the matters of the human world.
More precisely, the Drunkard began to meddle with the matters of the human world, for he was faster. The Butcher was still in the butcher's shop, slaughtering pigs and sheep. But if the Drunkard needed help one day, the Butcher would naturally stepped out of his shop to kill people for him.
He knew what the Drunkard was doing lately. He had kept his eyes on Li Manman, the Eldest Brother of the Academy, and went to the capital city of Song Kingdom. He also knew that Ye Su was already dead, and even moved by his sacrifice while sensing the divine light from the East Sea.
The Drunkard did not directly answer his question, but continued to drink alcohol. He did not put down the flagon until he finally drank it up half an hour later.
The flagon had never really been emptied except when Sangsang finished it one time. But today it was empty. The Drunkard drank it up although the alcohol in the flagon could never be finished.
The Butcher became solemn, for he had not seen the Drunkard like this for many years. Last time he was so nervous was when Haotian came to the small town. And before that was when an old ox came to the small town with a broken carriage.
The Drunkard put down the flagon and looked up at him.
All the alcohol he drank turned into sweat and came out of tens of thousands of pores on his body. His body became the source of a waterfall, and water kept flowing around, washing the mince meat and blood on the floor of the butcher's shop.
His body was like a flagon, being emptied at this moment. The water on the floor suddenly disappeared when the cold wind blew from outside. A powerful airflow rushed around the shop and made the shop sign rumble.
Looking at the Drunkard's pale face, the Butcher held the knife tighter.
”I may have done something wrong.” The Drunkard looked at him and murmured, ”Li Manman said that I would regret it. Now I think of it, I indeed regret it. I don't know if I can fix it.”
The Butcher frowned slightly and put the knife back. Then he walked up to the Drunkard and said, ”It's a good thing that Ye Su died.”
The Drunkard replied, ”Now it seems that both the Academy and Taoism want to weaken Haotian. Then it might not be a good thing that Ye Su died.”
The Butcher, ”What do you mean?”
”I didn't understand at the beginning, but I thought of one possibility when I saw Li Manman didn't go back to Chang'an.” The Drunkard said with fear in his eyes, ”He just ignored Chang'an and disappeared. The Abbey Dean also left Peach Mountain, and nobody knew where he went. What do they want to do? What is more important than the human world?”
The Butcher usually didn't talk much and seemed to be foolish and timid. But actually he was very wise. It didn't take long for him to figure out that the one thing which was more important than the human world was the Divine Kingdom.
He looked up at the dark sky, as if to see clearly what was going on in the Divine Kingdom at this point.
The Headmaster had been fighting against Haitian in the Divine Kingdom for several years, and no information had been sent to the human world. There was no thunder, no rain, no hurricane and no revelation.
But it was destined to be the most important battle in the world since its birth, for it would determine where the world went.
The Butcher and the Drunkard both knew that the Headmaster was no match for Haotian. Besides, the moon was gradually dimming.
He sat down in front of the Drunkard, picked up the bucket from the side and began to drink water. Only water could ease his irritation at this moment.
His irritation was caused by anxiety.
The Abbey Dean and Li Manman both disappeared, and they were looking for something in the human world. What they were searching for was even more important than the whole world, which was the Divine Kingdom. Or to put it more precisely, they were searching for a person whom everybody thought had gone back to the Divine Kingdom.
What would the Abbey Dean do when he finds her? After all he never did anything good.
The more the Butcher thought, the more scared he was. Does anyone in the world actually dare to kill Haotian? The thought tortured him, making him feel itchy, hurtful, horrified and unsettled to the extreme.
After a long time, he finally put down the bucket. All the water he drank turned into sweat, wetting his clothes and the leather apron and then falling on the ground. Just the sweat fell on the ground gave out a faint bloody smell.
”Even if Haotian didn't return to the Divine Kingdom, why would he want to kill her? How dare he kill her? How does he plan to do it?”
”I don't know how he plans to do it. Even though the New Stream would weaken her, how could he defeat her? His arrogance unsettles and puzzles me.”
The Drunkard answered looking pale, ”As for why he wants to kill her, I dare not to think about it. I bet even the Buddha dares not to think like that.”
The Butcher turned solemn and shouted, ”He is indeed bold!”
The Drunkard said with a slight voice, ”Have you ever seen him being not so bold?”
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