ghost, and he ran away as soon as he saw me! My brother thought something was weird so he went after him." I patted my chest, just now Yin Shan had sucked a mouthful of yang energy from me, I need to...Mu Wanchen agreed to me.

That's good.

At getting this answer, I lightly bit his lips and smiled foolishly.

Hee hee...

Agreeing but feeling so unwilling, does even the Great Shaman have such contradictory moments

"I never understood before, why the Underworld Emperor would be ground his teeth by Mu Xia Qiao, hmph..." He chuckled lightly at my lips.

"Hehehe, this question isn't simple, is it A beauty's waist is a hero's tomb~ What's more, she's his own wife. A wife's pillow talk is the most tender power in the world~" I pinched his ear playfully.

This isn't a good place for chatting, though I'd love to be all cozy and affectionate with him.

But now is not the right time, we still have a lot to do.

To stop the broken dharma from spreading, Mu Wanchen had a simple and brutal way.

He went straight to the Netherworld and summoned out that proud, arrogant toad.

The giant toad was very ferocious. Anyone who came near the exit of the charred forest would have its tongue lash out at them.

Given its size and strength, if it were hit even once, it wouldn't be poisoned, but it would likely break several ribs.

I was in charge of directing young people to transport supplies like ants moving house. I had them line up in a long queue stretching for several hundred meters, passing supplies back and forth in pairs. Each pair only needed to walk the few dozen meters between their designated points.

Such efficiency quickly transported the first batch of supplies.

Supplies were scarce, estimated to last only one or two days. I then mobilized most of the adult women in the vicinity to forage for wild vegetables and mountain produce.

Here, the territory is vast, with mountains yielding more produce than Miao Wang City. Otherwise, these survivors would have starved to death long ago.

After all, life here has continued for many years. Even in the face of disaster, there is still some foundation to barely survive.

Originally, this place not only had fields of terraces stretching as far as the eye could see, but also fish ponds, hunting grounds, and a dedicated place for cultivating mountain produce.

Although it was ruined by half, it can still be used after tidying up.

These trifles Mu Wanchen naturally had no time to pay attention to. He needed to lead people to collect as many bodies as possible in one place and then burn and bury them.

Flames erupted everywhere, and a strange smell hung in the air, sending shivers down one's spine.

Those residents weren't very familiar with him, but they didn't dare disobey. Seeing Mu Wanchen and the big toad, one by one they fell silent, afraid to cause trouble. After all, they weren't Mu Wanchen's "own" people. The fact that Mu Wanchen was willing to look after them was already an extra grace.

"Burn it" Several elder clan chiefs looked at each other after hearing Mu Wanchen's order.

"Great Shaman, we've always valued a proper burial. Why suddenly burn the bones Is this truly how we treat everyone regardless of their status and standing..."

I was eating instant rice while watching Mu Wanchen give orders.

"Well, someone with ulterior motives wants to use these corpses for refining purposes. It's better to destroy them than let them fall into the hands of others and be controlled. You wouldn't want zombies roaming around near you, would you" Mu Wanchen patiently explained to the elder.

The elders each wore expressions of distress, but dared not disobey Mu Wanchen's command.

I walked over to Mu Wanchen with the bowl and chopsticks, feeding him the reheated rice.

Mu Wanchen's expression softened slightly, and he said to me, "It's okay, you eat. Eat more."

"I've already eaten. This is yours." I shoved it into his hand, urging him, "Eat quickly, the weather's so cold, it'll be even harder to swallow if it gets cold."

"Let others have it first, I don't really care if I eat or not." He seemed to have no appetite.

How can this be

I stared at him and said, “You’re not eating Then no one below you eats either. I swear, tomorrow I'll cut off their rations. Believe me.”

The elders around were so startled that their eyes widened.

“You should have some self-awareness. The Great Shaman could have stayed safe and sound, avoiding the storm altogether. He came here to be with you, to share your hardships, just for you! The people of Shaman Mountain still rely on others for care!”

“If you disobey orders, then have the guts to not take food or clothing from me! If you want to unite as one and overcome difficulties together, don't cling to old ways. Listen to orders and act quickly!”

“And, also, the Great Shaman doesn't eat, none of you can either!”

I glared at those elder chiefs and roared a mouthful of curses. Immediately, someone bent over and hunched their back as they stepped forward to say, "Yes, yes, yes. Your Majesty the Witch King and the Princess have worked hard, and you should take care of your bodies. We dare not disobey your orders. You should follow the Princess's words and rest and eat first…"

These old folks have lived for so long, they should know the ins and outs of human relationships. Seeing that I was unhappy, they immediately softened their tone and became submissive.

Whether it's sincere or not, the most important thing right now is survival. They know they can't offend me.

Don't talk to me about righteousness, feelings, or respecting the elderly and loving the young.

In short, Mu Wanchen won't eat, and none of you will either.

"...The little Princess is truly imposing." Mu Wanchen held his bowl and chopsticks, a smile involuntarily curling his lips.

"Hmph, anyway, I don't reason with people. If they want to argue, they can't argue past me. They wouldn't dare hit me, would they" I scoffed, pulling Mu Wanchen into the small tent.

This small tent is one of the few supplies that have been brought in. There are two larger tents, one for the wounded and one for children. Most adults build their own wooden shelters and cover them with straw to protect themselves from the cold wind.

These people lived a simple life to begin with, so they didn't think it was particularly hard.

But Mu Wanchen and I are a bit different. I shamelessly claimed a small tent for myself.

It's not that I can't endure hardship, it's just that I can't right now because I have a cold. What can I do Even if it's not for myself, I have to think about the baby in my stomach.

"This is amazing." Mu Wanchen said with a smile, he was quite interested in the self-heating food with added water.

"This is amazing! You extraordinary people are the truly amazing ones!" I sat beside him, pressed against his arm, hugging my knees, and kept watch as he ate.

In my society, many people go to learn so-called Western aristocratic etiquette, yet they don't know how exquisite and refined the rites and music passed down by their ancestors are.

Even in such an environment, Mu Wanchen still maintained his style of not speaking while eating and not speaking while sleeping. Not only him, but even the many residents outside were surprisingly silent, queuing up to receive food without making a loud noise.

A little porridge, sprinkled with a few shreds of pickled mustard greens, along with some vegetable soup seasoned with a pinch of salt, and they could sit quietly and peacefully on the ground, eating silently.

And no matter how unreasonable or arrogant I acted, their eyes still held a mixture of awe and gratitude.

These people are not bad, and I don't want them to be wronged.

If the country decides to resettle them, they will certainly be wary of these "outsiders" causing trouble. They would have to confine them, scattering them far and wide, under strict surveillance, and let them naturally die out.

This was clearly not the result Mu Wanchen wanted.

In a nutshell, let them recover their production and lives first, and then take it one step at a time. Who knows, there might be a bright future ahead.

"Little Luo'er, what are you thinking about"t know if these worries count as overthinking. The quieter it gets around me, the more the name Mu Wanchen fills my mind.I've lost count of how many times I recited the Bao-gao. At first, I could stil...