The autumn wind was bleak.
Inside a pitch-black mud-brick house by the riverbank.
Liu Xia, Chen Qiu, Xie Dong, and Mei Guangzhan landed with a series of "plops."
"Four at once, wife—what are we supposed to do?"
"Da Huang is way too fertile. We can't afford to raise them all. Let's send them to the Old Lang Family at the east end of the village."
"No, their family is of the wolf type. They specialize in biting the young. We can't send them there."
"Then send them to the Old Hu Family at the west end of the village. Their family is of the fox type."
"Foxes eat puppies too. Send them to the Old Tu Family in the south of the village. They're of the rabbit type, so they can keep them alive."
The four could not even open their eyes. They could only vaguely hear some bizarre conversation.
It was not until more than half a day later that they understood their situation.
They had actually turned into puppies! "Damn, was it this brutal right from the start?"
"I understand now. This is meant to make us realize that being born human, I am Xian Yin."
"Sister Liu is right."
"These people are actually feeding dogs carrots. Is there any justice left in the world?"
"Be content. It's already good enough that they aren't making you eat grass."
The four people—no, the four puppies—thus began their carefree and happy lives.
Of course, that was impossible.
The eldest son of the Tu family drooled every day whenever he looked at them.
"Storytellers always say that if dog meat rolls three times, even immortals can't stand firm. Is that true?"
"We're rabbit types. We can't eat meat," Father Tu nagged.
"I'll eat it secretly. As long as the Earth God