The lights in the treehouse came on almost the instant Ah Hua knocked on the door.
A bleary-eyed woman wearing glasses opened the door.
When Zhang Shuhui saw Ah Hua standing outside with something slung over her shoulder, her mouth fell open in shock.
"You—you—you brought a tiger to my house in the middle of the night? What are you doing?"
"I want to see Jiang You. I want to see her. Let me see her!"
Bang!
Ah Hua threw the tiger onto the ground. "Sorry for disturbing you in the middle of the night. This tiger is a gift."
Zhang Shuhui smacked her lips and looked at the tiger lying dead on the floor. There were no obvious external wounds on it. It had clearly been beaten to death.
This—this—this counted as a protected animal, right?
Even after coming to this world, it was her first time seeing a tiger—and this was a huge tiger that had been beaten to death.
It was almost as big as Da Zhuang!
Zhang Shuhui felt guilty, as if she were about to spend the rest of her life in prison, but her eyes still drifted helplessly toward the patterns on the floor.
It was already dead. Wouldn't wasting it be even more disrespectful to a protected animal?
A tiger-skin mat, tiger-bone wine, tiger blood, tiger meat, tiger penis...
She collected herself and said, "Wait a moment. I'll inform the lord."
A dozen minutes later, Ah Hua saw the woman called Jiang You—the very culprit who had hung everyone in the stronghold from the trees.
Under the lights, her pale skin and crimson lips formed a stark contrast, like a poisonous and Túmí flower.
Ah Hua composed herself and asked, "I want to know. What exactly are you trying to do?"
Jiang You