Bab 1993: The Catastrophe (III)

Nobody got the point of Meng Shidao. Therefore, all the 1 million-odd people over the square became a bit restless. Even though backbones of the Gobbling Party and the disciples of Meng Shidao had been greatly shocked as they didn't know what to do next.

Zhu Laosan's heart was pounding heavily. Not knowing why, when he saw the shadow on the top of the far-ancient morality stele and listening to the shadow's voice, he felt thirsty as his excitement was gradually replaced by fear instinctively. At this moment, he finally felt regretful taking his son here to attend this motherf*cking Opening Stele Festival.

"Dad, I'm afraid..." Zhu Laosan's son also became restless as he pulled Zhu Laosan's hand and raised his head, muttering, "Let's go back..."

'Go back?'

'Yea, we should go back, but...'