Traces of the Old Days
Wolf Grandma lay on the bed in the little house, hiding her claws, ears, and tail. She had swallowed Little Red Riding Hood whole, and then...
The hunter never appeared.
A chef came instead.
Yu Sheng felt something suddenly struggling in the air. The invisible Wolf Grandma let out a shrill howl. Blood appeared from nowhere wherever the small knife passed, while the sliced fur, fat, and muscles rolled and tore open, floating in midair along the direction of the blade. A sudden pressure and sense of menace came from the side—that was the wolf raising its forepaw and head—
Unfortunately, it was not the giant wolf hidden in the depths of Little Red Riding Hood's fear, already larger than a house.
It was merely the form of a big bad wolf imagined by a six-year-old girl. It was strong, but not as strong as Yu Sheng. It was fast, but not as fast as an adult. It was vicious... but Yu Sheng had handled uglier meat.
Yu Sheng suddenly reached out and seized the invisible wolf by the head. Then he locked its neck beneath his arm and pinned it to the little bed, while the small knife in his other hand continued slicing through the beast's flesh. Amid the spreading blood and increasingly shrill howls, the wolf's body appeared—a great deal larger than an ordinary wolf, large enough to swallow a child. It was thin and lanky, wearing a ridiculous apron and soft-brimmed hat, with a ferocious, twisted head and a swollen belly.
It was dying now. The vicious light in its eyes was slowly fading, hoarse rattles came from its throat, and its limbs spasmed as its final struggle approached its end.
"Easy, easy. It'll be over soon..." Yu Sheng bent down