Chapter 35 — Storm Clouds Rise Over the Market of the Desolate City
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
This is your business for today. If you can still stand on the platform after the sun sets, then you will have passed the temple fair's assessment.
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Shen Mu looked at the calligraphy and saw that it read: Kicks the Surging River, no match in hand; Sweeps clean eight hundred villages of the Desolate Ruins!
There was also a horizontal scroll: First in the Spirit Fetus Stage. Shen Mu looked at the platform beside him. On the platform were two glossy, shining wooden pillars, and between the pillars hung a horizontal plaque.
The plaque was blank—it must be the place for the horizontal scroll. "Grandpa Deaf, will I be beaten to death?
" Shen Mu turned his head and asked the Deaf Elder. Just then, he saw the Blind Elder beside them take out another banner, on which were written the words "Win or Lose a Million, Place Your Bets and Take Your Hands Off.
" Clearly he intended to make a great profit while Shen Mu fought on the platform.
And Granny Zhu had already placed a bet at the Blind Elder's gambling stall. The pill master excitedly took out wound medicine and set it out on the medicine stall, waiting for the injured to come down from the platform. Old Man Huo was making crutches and stretchers, while the butcher was there selling "Dragon Blood Treasure," a divine medicine for strengthening the body!
Shen Mu's face immediately went black. This pack of sly, wicked old men and old women were finding every way they could to do business! "Deaf Elder, write an annotation. Only martial artists at the spirit fetus stage may go up.
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Granny Zhu thought for a moment and said, "What if someone with divine powers leaps up?
Would they not beat Shen'er to death?
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