Chapter 357: Spiritual Stone Tomb (Twelve more)_1
Hearing this, Zong Wangyue couldn’t help but shake his head and smile as he said, "You actually believe such absurd things? This tradition merely tells the descendants not to recklessly cut down trees. Moreover, if the Mountain God is a deity, how could he get so confused as to be unable to tell the difference between people and trees?"
"You must not show disrespect to the Mountain God, otherwise you will be punished immediately," said a burly Han man as he walked over.
"Brother," Zhang Hua called out to the man with a smile.
"Hello, my name is Zhang Huai, and I am Zhang Hua’s older brother."
"Nice to meet you, Boss," Zong Wangyue approached cheerfully, taking out a pack of military-supplied Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket, and attempted to hand it to Zhang Huai.
Zhang Huai declined with a stern face, "Sorry, I don’t smoke, and I also hope that you will abide by our mountain people’s rules and absolutely not smoke in the mountains."
"Alright, alright, whatever you say, Boss."
Zong Wangyue’s smile remained unchanged; this guy’s skin was as thick as the earth’s surface.
Zhang Huai knew you didn’t believe what had just been said and continued, "Aside from running a medicinal herb business, our Wu Village occasionally sells good quality timber. I’ve personally experienced an incident where I went with a group of brothers from the village to chop trees on Witch God Peak. While cutting down a certain tree, we could always hear a sound. At first, it was indistinct, but later on, we heard someone’s groans, crying out ’It hurts, it hurts’ and similar phrases."
"We were all scared at the time, but the tree was already halfway cut, and we couldn’t stop no matter what; that’s the rule," Zhang Huai continued, "So we continued cutting despite our fear, and when we had felled the entire tree, fresh red juice sprayed from inside the trunk, just like blood!"