Chapter 57 - Shaman

Chapter 57 - Shaman

“I don’t know what the Shaman’s five Immortal families of Hong, Huang, Bai, Liu, and Bei represent. It was mentioned by one of the village elders in passing, and so I remembered it. At the time, I encountered one of them for the first time; someone in the village had been possessed and was lying on the ground, barking like a dog. At that time, a Shaman happened to be coincidentally passing through the village, and came in to take a look at the possessed person. I’m not sure about what happened after that, but I recall that the possessed person was okay the day after that and went back to work in the fields,” explained Xiaoman. Delve into the source of this information, deeply rooted in n0v(lbin★

Li Huowang silently calculated something in his mind while listening to Xiaoman describe the fragmented information she knew about the Shamans.

“Does this mean that the Shamans of the kingdom of Si Qi are similar to Taoists in terms of what they do—exorcizing evil and avoiding disasters? Do their abilities also come from beings like the Wandering Gods?” questioned Li Huowang.

“Since Shamans often have to interact with people, they should be more welcoming than those monks from the Righteous Monastery, right?” asked Li Huowang.

Currently, he was not afraid of these so-called Shamans being too powerful; rather he was worried about the fact that he was too weak and unable to deal with Dan Yangzi. After all, it’s impossible for him to compete against an entire group as a single person.

The creaking of the donkey cart suddenly disappeared, pulling Li Huowang out of his thoughts. He saw that the others had all gone into the woods to gather firewood and fetch water.

He looked up at the sky and realized that the sun had already set in the west; it was time to rest.

However, he did not idle around; he retrieved the sword on his back and started digging a hole in the ground. The sword was quite sharp, and soon, he had dug out a small pit around the size of a head.

Simpleton, who was standing beside him, was fully prepared. He directly lifted a black pot from the cart and placed it within the hole carved out by Li Huowang.

Now, they would just need to dig openings on either side to create their own earthen stove—one for the firewood and the other for releasing the smoke.

Noodles were more practical compared to rice, as they were easier to store and convenient to cook.

When the water in the pot started boiling, they put in several bundles of noodles they bought at the small border town.

With dandelions picked from the roadside to serve as vegetables, and a salted duck egg as their protein, each of them got a large bowl of noodles.

And thus, dinner was prepared just like that.

Li Huowang used his chopsticks to break open the salted duck egg floating in his soup. The oily egg yolk added a golden layer to his broth, making it look very appetizing. He picked up the softened dandelion stems with his chopsticks and placed them in his mouth, chewing on them slowly. They tasted slightly bitter—somewhat similar to spinach.

Previously, he had not known that dandelions could be eaten. He had only learned about the fact that they were a kind of wild vegetable after seeing that old monk enjoying them.

Li Huowang mumbled to himself as he sheathed it back into its scabbard.

At that moment, a soft sound rang out from behind him, making Li Huowang stand up in a rush. He immediately grabbed a burning piece of wood from the campfire and threw it over.

The burning piece of wood flashed past a figure and landed before a pair of horrifyingly red embroidered shoes.

“Who’s there?! Show yourself!” Li Huowang shouted loudly, waking up the others as they sat up sleepily.

However, when they saw the pair of feet with the embroidered shoes in the distance, they were frightened and immediately drew their swords.

“Hehe, don’t be alarmed. It’s all a misunderstanding.” A cheerful voice rang out, accompanied by a fifty year old man with white hair, as he emerged from the dark woods.

He was dressed plainly, and the patches on his clothes suggested that he was not wealthy. Aside from a small backpack on his back, he had an old, dirty drum with ribbons of many colors tied around it on his waist.

Facing the weapons held by Li Huowang’s group, he stood there and explained, “I was rushing along in the middle of the night, and saw some light, and so I came by for a look. I did not think I would run into your group.”

When he noticed that Li Huowang’s attention was focused on the pair of red embroidered shoes, he explained, “It’s fine, that’s my wife. She’s somewhat afraid of strangers. Dear, come over here.”

That pair of shoes unhurriedly stepped out from the darkness, and she came beside the old man. She had a red veil covering her face. Her clothes were colored in bright red and purple, and there were various colorful fabrics tied around her body, just like the drum on the old man’s waist.

She stood there, motionless. Seeing such a sight in the middle of the night was enough to send chills down their spines.

“That’s your wife?” Li Huowang confirmed again, his sword still raised. He found it hard to believe that they would be accompanied by such a peculiar companion. Even if he had claimed that she was a zombie, nobody would doubt him.

At that moment, Xiaoman hurried to his side and whispered, “Senior Li, he is a Shaman.”

These words immediately caused Li Huowang to raise his guard to the maximum.

“Yes! That’s right, we are Shamans. I am the Main Deity, and my wife is the Second Deity,” said the old man.

Upon seeing the lack of response from the group, the old man continued, “Why? Don’t you guys believe me? Then, how about I show you a demonstration, keke~”

Before Li Huowang could stop him, the old man opened his mouth and shouted, “Summon~ the~ gods~”

His confident shout echoed throughout the dark forest and into the distance.