Little Taotie thought Lord Xiao Xiao just couldn't bear to give it the treasure.
It wasn't saying the treasure was with Lord Xiao Xiao.
If Lord Xiao Xiao wasn't willing to give it the treasure, then...
Even if it found the brush, it would be no use.
Though it didn't want to admit it, Little Taotie still had to face the truth.
Hmph.
Little Taotie turned down the corners of its mouth.
"Because it's just something humans imagined."
Xiao Xiao smiled.
Huh?
Little Taotie froze.
Something humans imagined?
The brush wasn't real?
"Mm."
Xiao Xiao gave a slight nod.
"At least, the reason we know about it is a myth called Magic Brush Ma Liang."
A myth...
A trace of confusion crossed Little Taotie's face.
What was that?
But...
A story...
Little Taotie curled its lips.
Didn't many humans also think...
that monsters only existed in stories?
"That's true."
Xiao Xiao smiled.
They were all stories...
Since monsters were real...
Who could guarantee the story of Magic Brush Ma Liang...
was just fiction?
Little Taotie lost itself in thought, an unusual thing for it.
A distant memory surfaced in its mind...
It really was a long, long time ago...
The yellowed pages gradually came into focus...
That time...
It seemed to be the first time it had learned that it was a creature from human stories...
Little Taotie stuffed a huge steamed bun made of fine white flour into its mouth.
After a few chews, it swallowed the bun, which was bigger than its own body.
Little Taotie stuffed another steamed bun into its mouth.
"Ah!"
A woman's shriek rang out.
"Which heartless bastard stole our steamed buns?!"
"Damn it!"
The woman grabbed the broom beside her and rushed out of