Chapter 18 — The Boy of the Ruins Is No Good Sort

heart and lungs. The Butcher's Blade had been made for him by Mojiang, the village blacksmith. Mojiang was a well-known blacksmith in the surrounding area; his wares were in great demand, and people from other villages often came to ask him to forge kitchen knives, hoes, iron plows, and the like. "It is not made of common iron!" Foaming at the mouth, the monster wanted to go up and examine it closely but dared not, afraid that Shen Mu would recite that strange demonic tongue again. It called out, "Touch it! Is there a chill? If there is, then it is Dark-Iron Cold Crystal!" Surprised, Shen Mu nodded. "There is indeed a chill." The monster blurted, "Making a chopping board out of Dark-Iron Cold Crystal? And with such superb forging skill, to make a blade shaped like a chopping board? Waste of heavenly treasure, waste of a craft!" Shen Mu glared at it, slung the Butcher's Blade onto his back, then picked up the weapons and other treasures from the ground and carried them out of the ruined temple one by one, laying them in front of the temple gate. The monster was furious: "You already have such a fine weapon, so why must you take my things too?" "Granny said that whatever you seize by your own ability must be carried off entirely." Shen Mu turned back with a simple, plain smile. "Everything of yours here was seized by my own ability, so I must take it all." The monster was half dead with rage, but dared not turn hostile. It could only watch helplessly as he carried away every treasure it had collected with such hardship, leaving not one behind. "Do you have a bundle or anything here?" Shen Mu suddenly stuck his head over and asked. "No!" "Oh." Shen Mu drew his head back. The monster crept cautiously out of the main hall and saw Shen Mu outside the temple cutting bamboo on the island. Before long he had made a bamboo raft, loaded the treasures onto it, and with a long bamboo pole set off upstream. "Who raised such a wicked child that he even dares to rob me?" The monster stamped with rage and finally dared to curse aloud: "Is there no law in Heaven? He even asks me for a bundle to wrap his stolen goods! It infuriates me to death!"