Translator: Silavin Su Bai sat at the wooden table, twirling the pencil in his hand, pondering over the production of cement.
Translator: Silavin After speaking to them, Su Bai returned to his wooden house and began planning for what needed to be done.
Translator: Silavin Su Bai stood on the high platform looking at the crowd below. Everyone’s expression was almost identical, as if copy-pasted onto each other.
Translator: Silavin The next morning, Su Bai slowly opened his black eyes and immediately checked in with the System in his mind.
Translator: Silavin *Chirp chirp…* *Croak croak…* The sounds of insects and beasts was particularly loud at night. Yan Hua lay down on the fresh dry grass after changing it.
Translator: Silavin The night grew darker, and the stars in the sky became brighter. The night sky looked like a large black cloth with countless small holes burned through it by the stars.
Translator: Silavin Su Bai immediately heard these subtle movements and quickly turned his head, shouting, “Who’s there!?”
Translator: Silavin With the fall of Shaman Hei Tu, with Hei Mu and Hei Lin being consumed by fierce flames, the Black Snake Tribesmen were in complete chaos.
