"Damn it! I never thought that I would one day want to kill two demons this badly."
"I wish I could feed these two to the pigs!"
"Curse you both! Stop it already. Just piss on me, not my stall!"
Wails echoed throughout the village as people gnashed their teeth in hatred.
If looks could kill, Wang Mang and Xiao Tianquan would have died countless times by now.
At this moment, Wang Mang was in a wonderful mood. All of the anger and grievances he had suffered had dissipated, and the wails and cries for mercy were like music to his ears.
...
Two hours later, Wang Mang had almost completed the entire street. There were only two more stalls left.
One of them was owned by the pot-bellied man who had tried to lure him and Xiao Tianquan out of the village earlier.
