After nearly a month apart, Little Mountain Pig seemed to have grown fatter, though he was still very small. Only his eyes shone with an inexplicable ferocity, making him look like a frustrated little mountain-patrolling demon.
Wang Wu merely glanced at him before withdrawing his gaze and lying low behind a massive boulder.
The rabbit and Little Mountain Pig soon passed within two meters of him, utterly unaware of anything unusual.
Once they had gone far enough, Wang Wu prepared to sneak onward. He was growing increasingly curious about this place. First there had been that Black Spider Priestess, and now Little Mountain Pig—could the two of them have buried the hatchet? Something about it felt very strange.
But just as he was about to move, faint footsteps came from outside again. This time, he was practically dumbstruck, because the arrivals were actually those two Human cultivators.
What was this? Had they come to sweep up every demon in the place?
That was absurd.
Yet when Wang Wu cautiously poked his head out for a look, he saw that one of the Human cultivators had fish scales plastered all over his face, making him look like some sort of goldfish monster.
The other had grown a large furry tail and a pair of furry ears. He looked demonic and eerie, like a male fox that had only just taken human form.
So that was possible too?
Wang Wu was deeply shaken—and learned something. He could completely disguise himself in the future.
No, wait. How were these two Human cultivators hiding that human scent all over them?
As he pondered this, the two had already approached. They seemed extremely uncomfortable with the foul-smelling environment. The young Human cultivator disguised as a male fox hesitated, then asked worriedly in a low voice,