Chapter 8: 008 My Name Is Wang Wu (Part 4)

"Do you want to eat them?" Afterwards, Wang Wu again looked at the?" Afterwards, Wang Wu again looked at the two people lying on the ground; at this moment, another one, the person without a mole on his face, had already died.

And the one with the mole, he might still be in decent spirits. But no matter what, he definitely won't survive.

"If a person dies with heavy resentment, they easily become vengeful spirits at the place of their death. So people usually take care of it here, then bring the meat back, right?" Wang Wu looked at the skeletons in the pit and asked.

"That's right, but I'm not really short on food." Zhu San Niang said, then she retreated back to the shore, looking down at Wang Wu, "Besides, Wu Lang, you said you don't eat people, so I won't either."

"Haha, San Niang, you're really kind."

Monsters don't have to eat humans, or rather, humans aren't a particularly favored food.

First, they're not tasty, and the older they are, the worse they taste. Second, although they're easy to catch, dealing with them afterward is troublesome, and sometimes it even brings disaster upon oneself.

Organized major monsters might be fine; they occasionally raid, or even without raiding, they just have the humans under their control send over some boys and girls each month.

But Wang Wu and these wild monsters, lacking organization and backing, obviously can't compare to those major monsters.

But even boys and girls aren't actually tasty; compared to other animals, they're not as good as the prepared meat offerings humans bring, like beef, lamb, pork, and so on.

What's truly popular are cultivators, but not their flesh—their pills, namely human pills.

Human pills are to monsters what monster pills are to humans—they are the truly most valuable thing on a person or monster's body.

All of this was told to Wang Wu by Zhu San Niang; she used to stand duty on a monster king's mountain, and was a minor leader, so she knows far more than Wang Wu and these rural monsters.

However, even major monsters actually have little ability to resist when faced with humanity's strong military force.

So Zhu San Niang's monster king met his end, and her minor leader couldn't continue in that role.

However, she was relatively fortunate, having escaped the encirclement by human cultivators and troops. She ran several thousand li from the neighboring state to here, settling in Wang Gu Lin.

"Why do some of the bones in this pit have clothes on them and others don't?" With a kick that sent the lower halves of two people flying, Wang Wu began searching for clothing among the bones in the pit.

But as he searched, he also discovered that not all human skeletons have clothing; some died wearing clothes, while others did not.

This is strange.

"Not everyone in this pit was brought here by us to be killed." Zhu San Niang said from above, "You also know that humans and we monsters alike enjoy killing each other; we monsters do it to fill our stomachs and seize things, and they do the same."

"So, kill a person, loot their belongings, dump the corpse in Wang Gu Lin—that's just what we monsters do." Saying this, Zhu San Niang smiled.

"Then, what about this silver...?" Wang Wu glanced at the opened chest nearby, "This Wang Clan caravan must have been killed by humans, right? But why didn't they take the silver?"

"Because I killed them when they tried to take it." Zhu San Niang said with a laugh, "They had robbed the Wang Clan caravan; I happened to be nearby, followed the smell of blood over, saw there were many people, killed them all, and brought the corpses here."

"I took part of it, stripped the meat from the bones and took it back to eat; the rest I left here. At the time I was thinking of storing it as provisions, and if I ran out of food later I'd come back to strip more meat."

"However, I happened to have enough food then, so over time I forgot about this. When I finally remembered and came back here, the corpses had already rotted almost completely."

"Oh..." After listening to Zhu San Niang's explanation, Wang Wu nodded; at this point he had also found clothes and shoes on several skeletons.

Although they were worn by the dead, they were actually quite clean inside, just with a slight odor.

But it doesn't matter; having lived here this long, he's smelled every kind of odor.

So, he took off his own clothes and began putting on the local garments he had found.

He wasn't wearing undergarments, since he didn't need them, but ancient people's clothing is really hard to put on; in his past life at his hometown he had never worn Hanfu, so putting it on now was quite difficult.

Moreover, the clothes might have been stored for a long time, so even a little force could tear them; he had already torn one.

"Don't move, Wu Lang, don't move—I'll help you."

At this moment, Zhu San Niang, who had been watching Wang Wu's springtime from above, could no longer hold back, because this guy simply doesn't know how to wear clothes.

It's hard to imagine he could lack common sense to this extent, but this actually fits his monster identity quite well.

Monsters are like that; if they don't interact with other monsters or humans, they wouldn't wear clothes—indeed, a monster probably couldn't even speak.

Having said that, Zhu San Niang descended into the pit again, then used her huge hand to pick up the clothes Wang Wu had found from the ground, shaking them out one by one, and then—

Then, just like a girl dressing her store‑bought doll, the way the doll is dressed is how Wang Wu dresses.

And Wang Wu is a bit better than the doll; he doesn't need Zhu San Niang to bend his arms and legs for him.

Soon, a set of black martial attire appeared on Wang Wu's body. Plus a strip of cloth torn from other clothing to serve as a belt, and a pouch of silver ingots.

"That'll do." Zhu San Niang retreated back up, looking at Wang Wu with disheveled hair but at least wearing "normal clothing," she nodded and said:

"You should be fine like this. Although your accent might be a bit odd, others will at most think you're an outsider."

"It would be best to tie your hair up into a topknot, but whether you do or not doesn't matter much; at worst people might think you're a foreign barbarian, and they shouldn't suspect you're a monster."

"What if I braid it?" Wang Wu asked; he certainly couldn't tie a topknot, and Zhu San Niang's size obviously made it impossible for her to braid his hair.

"That works too."

Moments later, everything was ready.

Wang Wu tied a short ponytail; his hair hadn't grown very long, but this already counts as fast. Remember, when he first arrived he was just a buzz cut.

He is strongly built, 1.85 meters tall, with a light stubble on his chin, and his waist pouch holds a demon‑slaying stone.

As long as it isn't discovered, to anyone who looks he will appear merely as a handsome human male, with no connection to monsters.

"I'm off, San Niang!" Standing outside the big pit, gazing at Zhu San Niang over ten meters away, her massive form shrouded in mist, Wang Wu waved and shouted.

"Be careful, Wu Lang..."

Watching Wang Wu turn and walk away, Zhu San Niang murmured.

(End of chapter)