Wenren Sheng silently watched Qian Shaokun and the other four explore the area while he serviced the spaceship.
No one objected.
After all, they knew nothing about spaceships. Since someone knowledgeable was working on their transportation, they simply let him handle it.
Their exploration yielded great results.
Three hours later, Qian Shaokun and the four boys came over, escorting a singing sheep.
"Actually, I'm just a sheep. Don't mind the pile of crap on my head. I only want to eat, drink, and sleep until dawn every day."
The sheep looked adorably foolish. It walked upright and showed no fear despite being captured by the five of them, still singing away.
Wenren Sheng initially thought Little Illusion had possessed it.
Only after taking a closer look did he realize that was not the case.
"This place is too strange. A sheep can actually talk, walk, and sing like a human. I nearly thought I'd entered the world of an animated show," Qian Shaokun said in amazement.
"Hey, let me go right now, or Cong Yangyang will come save me. You'll all be in trouble then." Only after the sheep saw Wenren Sheng and the spaceship did it stop singing.
"Don't worry. We're good people," Wenren Sheng said kindly.
Unfortunately, with Gao Erbao gripping its horns tightly and another boy holding up its hooves, his words lost much of their credibility.
"Good people? Then do you have anything to eat? I want chicken legs and hamburgers." The sheep blinked its big, round eyes.
"You're a sheep. Would you eat fresh grass? There's plenty here." Wenren Sheng tore up a handful of grass from the ground.
"Tch, I don't eat grass. That stuff is bitter and astringent. Only wolves eat it." The sheep looked utterly disgusted.
"Uh, so it seems you have