Chapter 81: I’m Not Emotional

Shi Xiangrui is now two months old.

She’s lying in a baby cradle.

People passing by coo at her, those coming over tease her.

When she saw Shi Yuebai bleeding from all seven orifices, the little baby lay in her cradle giggling.

Commander Qiao’s horrified gaze landed on Shi Xiangrui’s soft, rosy little face.

A two-month-old baby, excitedly waving her arms and legs, dressed in a soft, clean baby monk’s robe.

She looked no different from an ordinary baby before the apocalypse.

Actually, she was even prettier than most babies.

But it was precisely this chubby, soft, and fair little baby—

That made her seem all the more special.

Paired with Shi Yuebai, who was bleeding from every orifice, the visual impact was striking.

For a moment, Commander Qiao really wanted to turn and run.

But he held himself back. If you can’t endure hardship, you’ll never rise above the rest.

If he couldn’t handle a scare, he’d never be able to cling to Shi Yuebai’s coattails in the future.

And as it turned out, he hadn’t misjudged Shi Yuebai—she really was something.

Otherwise, with blood gushing so horrifically, how was she still alive?

Expressionless, Shi Yuebai spat out a single word at Commander Qiao:

“Scram!”

Shi Yuebai was in a foul mood.

Even though she now weighed only 702 jin, having lost 48 jin in just two months,

Her meridians were shattered all over her body. Only her neck could straighten and turn.

Plus, only one hand was still nimble.

Every other part of her body, including her previously usable left arm, was now immobile.

She was slumped in a wheelchair.

Shi Yuebai cursed her luck.

With all this going on, and Commander Qiao still acting all shocked and dramatic, of course she was annoyed.

The only reason she hadn’t strangled him was because she physically couldn’t.

Not because she was merciful.

The only thing that brought Shi Yuebai a shred of comfort was that the meridians in her right hand were clear—she could form hand seals with perfect dexterity.

If she only mobilized a tiny bit of her fat energy, she didn’t even feel pain anymore.

But that wasn’t much help.

That tiny bit of energy, converted to soul power, was barely enough to power a paper airplane.

What really infuriated Shi Yuebai was the chaotic energy rampaging through her body.

It was like trying to power a paper airplane while having to control a raging ocean,

And then drawing a thin tube to let water drip out drop by drop from a faucet.

How messed up is that?

Is there any other grand shaman in the entire Wu tribe more down-and-out and useless than her?

So Shi Yuebai simply stopped wiping away the blood from her seven orifices.

It would just keep flowing anyway, so why bother?

She just had to focus on not letting herself explode and die.

Commander Qiao was chased off by Shi Yuebai’s scolding.

But before long, he shamelessly poked his head back in through the gate.

“Yuebai, are you still going to fix that canal?”

“Do I look like I’m up for it?”

Shi Yuebai, blood streaming from her eyes, glared at Commander Qiao and said in a sinister, terrifying voice:

“I think your corpse is up for it!”

“Alrighty, my corpse is at your service anytime!”

Commander Qiao pressed two fingers to his forehead in a salute and scurried off.

Shi Yuebai didn’t stop him. She closed her eyes and sat in her wheelchair, fuming.

Shi Yaoyao got up, brought over a basin of clean water, washed a towel, and carefully wiped the blood from Shi Yuebai’s face.

Shi Yuebai, frustrated at her own uselessness, suddenly opened her eyes and stared coldly at Shi Yaoyao.

“Auntie, it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt,”

Shi Yaoyao said as she wiped Shi Yuebai’s face, gently blowing on her eyes.

Shi Yuebai’s thick lips twitched, and she swallowed her anger.

Soon, the basin of clean water turned red with blood.

Shi Yaoyao changed the water, scooped a fresh basin from the water jar.

As blood kept flowing from Shi Yuebai’s seven orifices, Shi Yaoyao just kept wiping her aunt’s face.

Finally, even Shi Yuebai couldn’t help but ask,

“Yaoyao, aren’t you tired of this?”

Shi Yaoyao didn’t show the slightest impatience.

She seemed to have gotten lost in the repetitive task, wiping and wiping Shi Yuebai’s face.

“No, Auntie. Auntie looks so pretty when she’s all clean.”

In Shi Yaoyao’s eyes, her aunt was the most beautiful woman in the world.

She liked her aunt best.

Shi Yuebai frowned and decided she’d better try to control the bleeding from her eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.

Lately, Shi Yaoyao hadn’t been shaking her head or spinning in circles much.

But she was always doing repetitive things, like going to change the water for Shi Yuebai again.

This was already the twelfth time Shi Yaoyao had changed the water.

If Shi Yuebai didn’t stop her soon, her face would be scrubbed raw.

Having lived two lifetimes, Grand Shaman Shi Yuebai still cared about her dignity.

On the ground, Pang Zhenggong was still lying there, half-dead.

Ah Hong and Pang Ziyuan would occasionally peek in through the gate.

But they didn’t dare ask, or come in.

They were afraid that if they annoyed Shi Yuebai, she’d scold them.

Seeing Pang Zhenggong’s chest rise and fall, Ah Hong and Pang Ziyuan felt relieved.

They worked with renewed energy.

Even though Pang Zhenggong was half-dead, that in itself was a kind of hope.

Because by normal standards, if you left someone like him lying on the ground, untreated and unattended,

He should have died long ago.

The fact that he was still hanging on was proof of Shi Yuebai’s power.

Ah Hong wanted to kowtow to Shi Yuebai a hundred times, but was afraid of being scolded.

Everyone was afraid of being scolded by Shi Yuebai, but everyone was growing more and more fond of her.

After a while, Shi Yuebai took a breather.

When Shi Yaoyao brought the twentieth basin of water to wash the blood off her face,

She managed to control the chaotic energy in her body a bit more, speeding up the flow in her right hand’s meridians.

With more soul power output, the swelling from the rampaging energy eased a little.

And with Shi Yuebai deliberately holding back the energy from rushing to her head,

By the time Yaoyao brought the thirtieth basin of water, and was about to scrub Shi Yuebai’s face raw,

The bleeding from her seven orifices had improved a lot.

“Now, as long as I don’t get emotional, I won’t bleed from my seven orifices.”

Shi Yuebai said in a breezy tone, looking at Shi Yaoyao,

“Yaoyao, go do your homework~”

The drawn-out ending left Yaoyao confused.

But seeing her aunt’s flushed face and the skin looking badly abraded,

She nodded and obediently went to do her homework.

Shi Yuebai finally felt better.

Her face still burned, but above her head was a two-square-meter healing array.

Such a minor injury was nothing.

The healing array played a crucial role in Shi Yuebai’s recovery.

And her right hand’s new meridians, though only able to output soul power drop by drop,

Were sturdy.

As long as Shi Yuebai kept channeling energy into the new meridians,

The soul power output would speed up a bit.

That soul power was just enough to keep her paper airplanes flying,

And to keep the healing array above her head running.

As for the dizziness, fog, and purification arrays she’d drawn before,

She couldn’t spare any attention for them now.

Today I went out in a down jacket, and it turned out to be a sunny day.

Great!"