Xi Jun was happy, but Black-Furred Hou and Unlucky Bear became upset.
Black-Furred Hou lay on the ground, shooting me sidelong glances before looking at Song Wanyi. Then it pointed at Song Wanyi's new ghost-immortal coffin and began whimpering. It even drew a circle. Unlucky Bear, meanwhile, had a much worse temper. It shoved me aside with one paw, then leaned unhappily against the wall, grumbling in bear language. No matter how I looked at it, it clearly wasn't pleased.
"They said they want ghost-immortal coffins too. Their previous Soul Urns were bigger than the others, but now they've been made so small that they definitely won't be comfortable inside. They want new Soul Urns like mine." Song Wanyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Previously, Black-Furred Hou and Unlucky Bear had lacked human understanding, so they needed Song Wanyi to direct them. But as they became half-immortal, aside from still having trouble speaking, they had basically gained human intelligence. The issue of not being suitable for living together had naturally surfaced.
"That is a problem, but what does Little Black mean by drawing that circle?" I couldn't understand what Black-Furred Hou was trying to express by scratching a circle into the ground with its claws.
"This? It's a totem. They want symbols of their own too." After Song Wanyi finished speaking, she communicated with them in animal language, then said, "Black-Furred Hou wants a pair of hou horns, while Big Bear wants a black-iron coffin. You can figure out the rest."
When I heard that, I found the two fellows' demands rather lofty. They wanted totem designs too. At this rate, I really would have to carry five little meteorite-iron coffins whenever I went out. Still, it was a once-and-for-all solution, so I took out a sheet of