Although Chen Changan and Mu Yunyao both knew Da Huang wasn't a spy, the dog just couldn't keep its big mouth shut.
But it was true: ever since Da Huang finished speaking, the Withered Corpse Race had stopped charging out of the swamp, and the swamp had quieted down.
"No!"
"I didn't! I'm not!"
"Big Brother, I'm innocent!"
Chen Changan gave Da Huang a helpless look. That damn dog was good for nothing but making a mess of things.
"What do we do now?" Mu Yunyao asked Chen Changan.
The main reason she'd asked was that she had no desire to enter the swamp and kill the Withered Corpse Race.
"Whoever caused the trouble can fix it."
"Da Huang, here's your chance to make up for it."
"Go on. I believe in you."
At Chen Changan's words, Da Huang's face lit up as if he'd just eaten shit.
Although Gou Sheng's arrival had cleared away the miasma around them, the foul stench in the swamp hadn't gone anywhere.
At the thought of going in there, every bit of Da Huang's yellow fur stood on end.
"Big Brother, I know I was wrong, but that doesn't mean I deserve to die!"
"Besides... it wouldn't do any good for me to go down there."
"Why not let Gou Sheng handle it?"
"It's the one who can get the job done and wipe out the entire Withered Corpse Race."
"And it's fire. It isn't afraid of any filth."
"Leave the specialist's work to a specialist fire."
"I really can't do it!"
Da Huang clung to Chen Changan's leg and wept with heartfelt sincerity.
Chen Changan knew perfectly well that Da Huang would be useless down there and only cause trouble. He just wanted to teach the dog a lesson, so it would stop