80: Chapter 79: Not Knowing Golden Bell Shield 80: Chapter 79: Not Knowing Golden Bell Shield Although the men spoke harshly, they merely indulged in some hand-wringing and did not take any substantial action against Zhuoma.
It seemed they were waiting for the Witch God they mentioned.
Having heard their conversation, Wang Dadong was now certain that the so-called Witch God was that Exorcist Master.
However, since the Exorcist Master had not yet appeared, Wang Dadong did not want to spook them prematurely.
It was evident that these men were also quite wary of the Witch God.
Of course, saying they were wary might not be precise, because what they truly feared was not the “Witch God” himself but the “Witch God’s” sorcery.
They had long been ensnared by the “Witch God’s” spells; otherwise, why would they willingly become puppets of the “Witch God”?
Once you are under the spell, no matter how strong you are, you have to obediently follow orders.
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Perhaps their own abilities were not very strong, but even many powerful individuals hesitated to provoke these infamously notorious Exorcist Masters.
Wang Dadong quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
It looked like as long as the Exorcist Master did not appear, Zhuoma would temporarily be safe, although it was unfortunate that she had to suffer for now.
“Damn it, stop looking, let’s go, brothers, let’s go inside and drink,” the messenger yelled at the others.
The men walked into the inner room, and Wang Dadong then leaped down from the shadows of the wall corner.
Zhuoma painfully closed her eyes, silently enduring her tragic fate.
When she saw Wang Dadong, Zhuoma impulsively wanted to curse out loud but was swiftly silenced by Wang Dadong covering her mouth.
“Sister Zhuoma, it’s me, I’m here to save you.
I’ll remove my hand in a moment, but you must not scream, okay?” Wang Dadong whispered.
Seeing that it was Wang Dadong, a flicker of spirit returned to Zhuoma’s otherwise dull eyes, and she nodded faintly.
Only then did Wang Dadong remove his hand from covering Zhuoma’s mouth.
“Brother Zhaxi, don’t worry about me, just go, as long as you tell the sisters and brothers in the village about these beasts’ evil deeds,” Zhuoma painfully turned her head away, seemingly not wanting Wang Dadong to see her current appearance.
“Sister Zhuoma, forgive me for being blunt, but given your Zhuanghu’s trust in the Witch God, I fear they would beat me to death with clubs before I even spoke,” Wang Dadong said somewhat gravely.
Although he had uncovered the truth, making the Zhuanghu, who were fanatically devoted to the Witch God, believe him was certainly not going to be an easy task.
Zhuoma’s expression grew even more pained, being a Zhuanghu woman herself, she knew all too well the truth in Wang Dadong’s words.
Wang Dadong was silent for a short moment before speaking quietly, “Sister Zhuoma, I’ve heard that in your Zhuanghu, the older a person is, the more respect they command.
If I tell Granny Yangjin about this, would people believe her words?”
Zhuoma nodded, “Granny Yangjin is not only the oldest person in Hasa Village, but she is also an old Zhuang medicine practitioner, her words carry as much weight as the Village Chief’s in the village.”
“Then good, Sister Zhuoma, I will take you back to see Granny Yangjin right now,” Wang Dadong said.
Wang Dadong was about to untie Zhuoma when she shook her head, “Brother Zhaxi, Granny Yangjin won’t believe you unless she sees it with her own eyes…”
Zhuoma didn’t finish her sentence, but Wang Dadong understood her implication.
She wanted to use herself to expose the vile nature of the Witch God.
“Sister Zhuoma, this would be too cruel to you,” Wang Dadong said, his face somber.
Zhuoma gave a tragic smile, “Brother Zhaxi, Zhuoma has always been a worthless woman.
Since A Yong died, there has been little meaning left in my life.
If these evil men do not receive the punishment they deserve, even in death, I will not rest in peace.”
From Zhuoma’s words, Wang Dadong sensed immense grief and resolution.
“Sister Zhuoma, I’m sorry for the inconvenience, please be assured, I will not let you suffer any harm,” Wang Dadong said with a hint of pain in his voice.
Zhuanghu is not entirely blissful.
Especially the male-dominant ideology prevalent in Zhuanghu was especially unfair to women like Zhuoma.
A Yong was the one who recklessly threw himself into the cheetah’s jaws, yet Zhuoma had to bear the consequences of being unable to remarry.
She was even turned into a sacrificial offering without a chance to resist.
If she hadn’t met Wang Dadong, Zhuoma might have been bullied by this bunch of villains and eventually burned alive.
Moreover, it seemed that the Witch God had not done this kind of thing for the first time.
This time it was Zhuoma’s misfortune, but who would be next?
Another girl from Zhuanghu, Meiduo?
The thought of the innocent and cheerful Meiduo possibly suffering the same fate ignited a surge of rage in Wang Dadong’s heart.
If it really came down to it, he would not hesitate to openly challenge the divine beings of Zhuanghu, not to mention someone who was just an Exorcist Master from the South Seas.
Wang Dadong quietly left the tower.
To notify Granny Yangjin as quickly as possible, Wang Dadong had pushed his speed to the limit, darting through the forest like a flying man.
His footsteps even left shallow imprints on the rocks he crossed.
Whew!
In less than ten minutes, Wang Dadong had returned to Hasa Village.
He quietly approached Granny Yangjin’s house.
“Who’s there?”
Granny Yangjin was very alert; she woke up as soon as Wang Dadong pushed open her door.
At the same time, several silver needles flew out from her hand.
Wang Dadong hadn’t expected Granny Yangjin to react so quickly, and although it was dark, those silver needles were all aimed at his vital acupoints.
Had it been anyone else, getting hit in those acupoints would have left them unable to resist.
But he was Wang Dadong.
With a swift motion, he struck out with his fists in front of him, and a layer of faint golden light suddenly emerged on his body.
Clang, clang, clang!
A series of crisp sounds rang out, as Granny Yangjin’s silver needles struck what seemed like steel, not even breaking through Wang Dadong’s clothing.
“Golden Bell Shield, just who are you?” Granny Yangjin’s voice was filled with utter amazement.
The golden light also allowed her to clearly see Wang Dadong’s face.
“I don’t even know that low-level stuff like the Golden Bell Shield, Granny Yangjin, I’d like you to see something with me,” Wang Dadong said evenly.
He was ready, and if Granny Yangjin didn’t cooperate, he wouldn’t mind resorting to violence.
In Wang Dadong’s eyes, violence had always been the most convenient and quickest solution to any problem.
“Hmph, we’ll see if you are capable of that!”
After a brief moment of surprise, Granny Yangjin let out a cold snort.