Chapter 46 — A Cry That Rouses the True Dragon
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 3
oulder, her eyes round as she stared ahead, too terrified to move a muscle. Shen Mu stepped into the mist, and the white fox gripped harder, her bushy tail standing straight up. The mist was dense and had hung there for years without thinning; yet strangely, once inside, he felt not the slightest damp. As he walked he saw droplets of water floating in the mist, drifting quietly, perfectly still. Then, in the mist, he saw many fragments of jade adrift in the air — and besides them, shards of yuan-infused divine weapons, broken bones, all hanging motionless, as though they had not an ounce of weight. When he had looked through the gateway from outside, he had seen only the dragon bones and noticed none of these things. "There must have been a savage war here — even the corpses and bones of masters and their yuan-infused divine weapons smashed to pieces! What in the world happened here? Did it happen before the Calamity of the Barrens, or after?" A sudden pain in his scalp: the white fox, half dead with fright at a skull that had drifted before her face, had leapt onto his head and seized his scalp, her back arched high. The white fox shuddered so violently that Shen Mu's scalp shook with her. "A dragon — !" The white fox shrieked and shot off his head to alight on his back, all four claws clamped fast around his waist, so that Shen Mu wore her like a white knapsack. ——Zhai Zhu suddenly wanted to design a Hu Ling'er backpack, only he cannot draw; running off in tears~