Chapter 89

"Those guys, I was hoping to learn some powerful skills from them! In the end, they all died faster than the last."

Ning Yue shrugged his shoulders, looked at the surrounding ruins, and couldn't help but shake his head, complaining, "What can I do with a place like this? Just the building debris, I can't clean it all up by myself, right? A few palaces are still okay, but without electricity, there are no lights, no appliances, no internet, no entertainment—how can I live here?"

Ning Yue had only complained for a couple of sentences when he heard a voice, muffled and deep, say, "This place can hold a lot of things!"

"Damn!"

Ning Yue suddenly turned around and saw a small, completely black creature. After a long time of careful observation, he realized it was a pig. His mind quickly turned, and he immediately shouted, "You're the Second Master that Luo Yan mentioned, right?"

The pig, which had been running with a trail of fire and was now a blackened roasted pig, looked pitiful but still had a domineering aura. It grunted and growled, "I am the Super-Class Divine Beast Shi Hu Zhu, not some Second Master."

Ning Yue couldn't resist reaching out and poking the little black pig. Seeing that it didn't try to avoid, he poked it a few more times and patiently explained, "Second Master has a higher status than Shi Hu Zhu! Have you considered changing your name?"

After Ning Yue poked the "Super-Class Divine Beast" seven or eight times, it could no longer maintain its domineering stance and fell to the ground, still grunting, "I am the Super-Class Divine Beast Shi Hu Zhu, not some Second Master. You, you little brat, dare to poke me with your finger, I'll burn you to death in a minute!"

Ning Yue had seen the "Second Master" in its mighty form, when the little pig was covered in colorful light and bravely fought its way through Xu Xun's dimensional battlefield, knocking down countless divine statues. Although it ultimately couldn't defeat the three-headed, six-armed, elephant-headed statue, it still moved freely and retreated gracefully.

Now, it was clearly heavily injured and could barely stand, just barely maintaining its domineering appearance.

"Your master is gone, but you're still fine, looking quite powerful!"

The miniaturized "Second Master" didn't continue to show off its might but suddenly burst into tears, "Sister Yan! Sister Yan, why did you leave little Shi? Will no one hold me to sleep anymore?"

The "Second Master" cried pitifully, and Ning Yue couldn't help but feel sympathy. He reached out and picked up the little pig, patted it, and said, "I'll hold you to sleep from now on, as long as you're willing to take a bath!"

The Shi Hu Zhu twitched its limbs and foamed at the mouth for a while before finally recovering, shouting, "Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch... Stop patting me, it hurts! If you dare to pat me again, I'll burn you to death in a minute. And I don't want a stinky man to be with me. If you dare to get on my bed, I'll burn you to death in a minute!"

Ning Yue said apologetically, "I didn't mean to. Do you want me to get some medicine to help you heal? Yunnan Baiyao or some green ointment for burns, they would be effective for your injuries!"

"I—don't—need—it! As long as you give me a few days, I can heal myself. I need food, a lot of food, the more the better, go get it for me! And put me down quickly, or I'll burn you to death in a minute!"

Ning Yue put the little pig, which was heavily injured but still domineering, on the ground, awkwardly scratched his head, and said, "Alright, I'll go get you some food."

Ning Yue clapped his hands together and assumed a prayer-like posture, focusing his mind as Xu Xun had taught him.

After several dozen minutes, the Shi Hu Zhu had already cursed him thousands of times, and Ning Yue was sweating all over, but he still couldn't open the dimensional battlefield.

"There must be something wrong, Xu Xun must have left out something important!"

"Stupid! You're the stupid one! Entering and exiting the dimensional battlefield is so simple. If this dimensional battlefield wasn't mine, why would I be stuck here with you, a stupid person? I would have gone out to find food long ago."

Although Ning Yue didn't think he was very smart, being called a fool by a pig made him feel extremely humiliated. Even though the little pig was a Super-Class Divine Beast, he couldn't stand it and dropped his hands, shouting back, "If you know, then shut up! What do you, a pig, know about the dimensional battlefield?"

The Shi Hu Zhu suddenly became furious, struggled to stand up, and roared, "Of course I know! Of course I know... I know!" The blackened little pig roared a few times and then suddenly started to cry, shouting, "Sister Yan gave me her dimensional battlefield before she died. Of course I know what a dimensional battlefield is, I have one too! Sister Yan! Sister Yan, why did you leave little Shi? Is little Shi going to be a pitiful, unwanted little pig again? Will no one hold me to sleep anymore?"

Ning Yue couldn't bear the super-crying little pig anymore. He continued to clasp his hands together and focus his mind. This time, his luck was good. A few minutes later, he concentrated on a mysterious point, and his mind suddenly exploded, and he retreated from the dimensional battlefield.

"Wow! I finally left that hellish place! I don't have to be with that little black pig who either puts on airs or cries all the time, it's really..."

Ning Yue hadn't even had a chance to relax when he heard a grunt. He suddenly turned around and saw a black little pig at his feet, looking at him with a very fierce expression.

Ning Yue laughed and immediately changed the subject, pointing not far away and shouting, "There's good food over there, shall we go eat?"

"My whole body hurts, I can't walk!"

"I'll carry you, I'll carry you!"

"Don't pat me, or I'll burn you to death in a minute!"

"Got it, got it..."

Ning Yue carried the Shi Hu Zhu. Of course, he didn't go to any place that sold food. Although he didn't know the little pig's appetite, even by the most optimistic standards, this Super-Class Divine Beast, which was also very strong, must have an appetite like the "Second Master."

Ning Yue didn't have much pocket money. Even if he took it all out, he couldn't buy much food. So his plan was... pigs! Of course, they eat slop! He would find the back of a restaurant and let the little pig eat to its heart's content, and if one place wasn't enough, he would go to another. There were so many restaurants, he could definitely feed this little black pig.

The Shi Hu Zhu, of course, didn't know that Ning Yue was treating it like a pig and kept shouting, "I want the best food! I've never eaten rough food since I was young. Don't try to fool me with junk food, or I'll burn you to death in a minute!"

"Got it, got it, I'll take you to eat the best... um!"

Ning Yue suddenly changed his expression and shouted fiercely, "You're a pig, don't talk! People will think you're a monster."

Ning Yue shouted very loudly, and the passersby, who hadn't noticed him talking to a little pig, immediately turned to look. The Shi Hu Zhu innocently blinked its eyes, grunted a few times, and put on an innocent face, "How could I talk? You're the one talking!" making Ning Yue look like a crazy person talking to himself.

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PS: I was really looking forward to everyone's opinions, but everyone just has "opinions," and I suddenly felt very moved.

I've been in this industry for about fifteen years...

Fifteen years ago, readers expected authors to write well and hoped to find joy in the stories. Before "Great Ape King," I almost never received negative reviews, and I was very proud of it, thinking I would never have readers who gave me negative reviews.

Ten years ago, readers started to think they knew more about writing than the authors and wanted to guide the authors on how to write. I once thought I had done something wrong, but I soon realized that almost every author faced this problem. Readers no longer expected the author's story but expected to guide the author, placing themselves above the author.

Five years ago, readers no longer expected the author's story, nor did they have their own stories. They just wanted to vent, constantly vent, treating the author as a trash can for their frustrations. There was no work that hadn't been criticized, and no author who hadn't been cursed.

I just want to write a book that makes me happy and makes the readers happy. If I can't do it, it's fine for everyone not to be happy. But now, every reader is unhappy, and I even feel that you haven't thought about finding happiness but are finding ways to be unhappy. You can be angry, upset, sad, and full of negative emotions, but there's no happiness.

Smart readers, can you tell me how to make you happy?

I know many people's answer is: seeing me fail will make you happy.

But I also know that's not true happiness...

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