Three days later.
Early in the morning, a bloodcurdling scream erupted from the apartment.
"Xiaobai, what did you bring back this time?!" Lin Yiyi clutched a broom, staring in despair at the pile of blackened filth by the door.
Something lay on the floor, its fur matted and reeking to high heaven. It looked like a rotten fish that had been stuck to the inside of a trash can for ten years, impossible to scrape off.
The smell alone could send an eighty-year-old straight to the ICU.
As for the culprit, Little White, after carrying the thing back, it squatted beside it with its pink tongue hanging out, panting eagerly as if waiting to be praised.
It even stepped forward, stretched out a paw, and pushed the blackened thing closer to Lin Yiyi, seemingly showing off its accomplishment.
"Brother!!!!" Lin Yiyi looked utterly aggrieved.
"What happened?"
Fang Yi had just returned from practicing his breathing exercises outside. He had taken a shower but had not even had time to dry his hair before his cousin dragged him to the door with it still wet.
After hearing his cousin's complaint and looking at the pitch-black rotten fish before him, Fang Yi fell silent as well.
"What did you bring back this time? A dead bird? A dead rat? Xiaobai, how many times have I told you not to pick up wild carcasses outside?" Fang Yi helplessly patted Little White's head.
Ever since he had implanted the [Death] template into it, Little White seemed not to have adjusted to its yin-yang eyes. It often brought home freshly dead corpses—sometimes birds, sometimes rats, sometimes frogs that had been crushed underfoot by a pond, their bones shattered and all...
In just three days, Fang Yi's home had practically become an animal morgue, specializing in