Trafford's Trading Club

“This is…” Zixing stopped abruptly.

She stared at the statue’s pedestal from the back… staring at some of the words carved on the pedestal. After waking up from this world, Zixing began to understand the information of the Yan Wuyue world.

From customs to culture, even the most essential part of the text, etc. Yet, the text on the pedestal at this moment turned out to be…

“How could the Divine Land’s texts appear here?” Zixing was shocked.

It was a pity that this text had long been eroded by wind and rain. Little of it was discernible. Being able to read a few words did not provide enough information.

“Fish…return…fleabane…”

Fish, return, fleabane?

“Miss Azi, did you just say something?” Liang Tian asked curiously at this time.

“Nothing.” Zixing shook her head but pointed to the words on the pedestal and asked, “Do you understand the words engraved on this pedestal?”

Liang Tian shook his head, “I don’t know this. This statue was built earlier than my grandfather’s generation!”

“Then, are there stone rubbings that preserve the text on the pedestal?” Zixing asked again.

“This…I don’t know!” Liang Tian looked at Zixing embarrassedly, then rubbed his hands and said, “But, I can help Miss Azi to ask around.”

“Then please.” Zixing nodded, “Give me the answer before tonight. Of course, I won’t mistreat you. The money is just a little reward.”

Zixing took out a heavy wallet.

But this unpleasant and overly humble slave did not accept it at this time, “Miss Azi, it’s my honor to be able to help you! I can’t ask for this money. But, if you may compliment me in front of my master, my life at Nagato’s house will turn out better.”

Zixing glanced at Liang Tian, ​​remembering the lie about the curse deceived the village. It was not surprising that Liang Tian had such an idea.

Money was useless to him, but the promotion of Nagato’s house’s status brought a real benefit.

“Sure.” Zixing nodded, and she glanced at the pedestal again. After she really could not make sense of anything, she continued, “It’s kind of late. I’m going back to serve Miss Tsukihime.”

“Of course! Miss Azi, let me show you the way!” Liang Tian walked in front more enthusiastically, fawning.

…

The villagers who were setting up the altar here were still in full swing. After all, the annual ritual day was approaching. It was a big day in the village.

At this moment, the industrious villagers did not notice that on the statue’s pedestal that had existed for many years, the engravings on the pedestals were slowly undergoing some changes at this time.

The traces of erosion were fading, with some of the text smoothed by the wind beginning to become apparent. It turned brand new!

If anyone found out about it, they would notice that the pedestal’s side where the characters were engraved could be described as brand new at this time.

“Master, this writing style is so beautiful.”

“This is a regular script. It should be the official writing of the Song Dynasty.”

The young club owner was smiling at this time, talking about some common sense that he knew without needing to buy the information. Luo Qiu squatted in front of the pedestal, stretched his hand to touch it, and ran his fingers between the words, “It turns out to be the record of someone’s life.”

“Yeah.” You Ye smiled slightly, “After all, it was developed with the wishes of the fragment owner. However, if Miss Qin sees this record, maybe her dao heart will be broken again.”

Luo Qiu shook his head, then smiled and said, “I suddenly remembered a movie line.”

The maid blinked, showing a curious expression.

Luo Qiu looked at these beautiful eyes and slowly said, “In fact, God is also a human being, but God has done things that humans cannot do. In other words, after removing the part that humans cannot do, they will be equal.”

The maid said calmly, “They’re just a slightly higher-level being.”

Luo Qiu did not speak. After staring at the engraved text for a while, he suddenly reached out and wiped it.

Creation from the void… A piece of rice paper recording the stone rubbings on the pedestal had been completed. The Zhuangbiao [1] recording the texts like calligraphy was done. After that, the pedestal returned to its original appearance. The text on it naturally became blurred again.

Luo Qiu handed it to You Ye, and the maid began to roll it into a scroll.

“Go and pick up Dazhe.” Boss Luo whispered now, “You will be responsible for our transaction with Eric. I want to stay here for a while.”

“Okay.” You Ye smiled, “It’s better to end early. With that, I can make it in time to prepare dinner for the master.”

Only two-thirds of the movies in the cinema were played.

…

The door of Nightland opened. A large number of intimidating demon beasts and samurai wearing ghost masks passed slowly.

Dozens of ghost masked samurai were carrying a chariot together at this time. Sitting in the car was Tsukuyomi, one of the Three Deities.

While moving forward, the mighty team suddenly stopped.

“What’s the matter?” Tsukuyomi frowned, and her voice came from the car.

She saw a ghost-faced samurai flying, coming from the front. The samurai respectfully reported, “Deity Lord, a demon beast is stopping us, claiming himself as Shuten-douji. He wants to tell you something important!”

“Shuten-douji?” Tsukuyomi was a little surprised, then nodded and said, “Let it come forward.”

Tsukuyomi had also heard of Shuten-douji. It was considered an excellent greater demon beast, but it had never belonged to any party of the Three Deities.

If Tsukuyomi could recruit it at this time, it would be a good harvest.

It was just that Tsukuyomi’s heart faintly shuddered at this moment. The feeling was inexplicable… quite uncomfortable, in fact.

[1] Zhuangbiao is a Chinese specialized framing method for paintings and calligraphy on rice papers.