Chapter 202 (2/2)

Little Eight immediately became alarmed. “Wh, what? “

Nan Xun: “What are you so nervous about? I just want you to help me measure A’Mang’s blackening and evil values.”

Little Eight uttered an “oh” and replied with confusion, “Do you know something? Grandpa sent you on vacation, so the world I chose is very peaceful. There’s no big boss with an evil value worth 100. Even the villains here only have evil values around 80. However, this time you took the initiative to ask Grandpa and Grandpa is very pleased.”

Nan Xun: “Thank you for your gratitude. Can you quickly check?”

Little Eight hummed an “en,” then became silent.

One second, two seconds, three seconds… passed.

A moment later Little Eight burst into a shrill scream. “Ahhhh, what’s this ahhhh, why is there an indigenous savage with an evil value worth 95! Fuck this is unscientific ahh. Laozi clearly inspected this world beforehand, and there were no wicked people with an evil value over 90. At most, the cannibal tribe has a few little murderers who are serial killers. But their evil value doesn’t exceed 70. God la lu, why on earth…”

Little Eight even suspected that this savage’s evil value was 100 not too long ago, and only recently dropped to 95!

Nan Xun cleaned her ear. “Okay baby, you can go to sleep now.”

Little Eight: …

Little Eight squatted in the corner and silently cried. It was really annoying to be tossed aside after being used.

But what really made him sad was that this world had changed and was no longer predictable.

This world’s trajectory was that the child of fate, Chuxue, led the tribe to be the strongest and most prosperous of the tribes. Then they gradually led the other tribes to become stronger and prosper together. The child of fate’s merit and virtue was obtained from helping the primitive people to become well off and powerful. There was no villain with an evil value of 100 for her to exterminate.

Little Eight really couldn’t figure out where the big boss with the evil value of 100 came from.

Little Eight’s brain capacity was limited. If he thought too much, he would have a headache.

So, he didn’t want to think about it.

“It seems I forgot to tell you that the savage’s blackening value is only 30. He’s still regarded as a good youngster,” Little Eight said.

Little Eight looked down on the blackening value as small after seeing so many ultra-high blackening values.

Nan Xun obviously didn’t care much about this, so she replied, “Okay, thank you Little Eight.”

Her intonation increased and her mood wasn’t good.

Something suddenly became clear in Little Eight’s mind, and he asked with some uncertainty, “Nan Xun, you wouldn’t have happened to know that his evil value was so high beforehand, right?”

Nan Xun uttered “ah” and innocently replied, “How is that possible? I don’t have the same pillbox2 ability as you to measure people’s blackening and evil values. I just asked out of curiosity.”

Little Eight muttered an “oh,” still feeling like was something wrong, but he couldn’t pinpoint what ah.

Nan Xun squeezed the snakeskin skirt in her arms and hummed a cheerful tune, “Fa fei wa, fa wa fei wa…”, skipping in the direction of the tribe.3

The periphery of the tribe was marked simply with wooden fences. The fence tips were sharpened in order to prevent any wild beasts from sneaking into the tribe. When the moon rose to its peak, the men would close the fence and no one could enter or exit.

Nan Xun estimated that it was getting late, and she couldn’t help but walk faster, making her face flush.