"Yes, Master," She Dalì nodded mechanically.
I've heard this ancient Dian language so often that I can now understand it.
But that's the only sentence I can understand.
Auntie She stopped beating her son and said, "Miss Wan, Stronghold Master! Let me see you out."
"No need, you go on with your business," I said, taking a step out, but instantly regretted it.
Behind me came the crisp sound of a bamboo stick hitting a behind, "That's for being impolite, for talking nonsense!"
"Mama, I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again... wuu wuu wuu..." Little Turnip Head was being beaten and crying miserably, "Daddy save me."
"Wuru wuru wuru!" The Walking Corpse, She Dalì, made a low and somewhat muffled sound.
Little Turnip Head cried even harder, his heartbreak was beyond words.
After leaving She Dalì's home, I cleared my throat and asked Yan Bashui, "What did She Dalì just say that made his son cry like that?"
