And besides, the little black thief had already gotten his wish and eaten a bun.
The Young Scholar lowered his head and looked at his hand.
There was still a little less than half a bun left, with a big bite taken out of it.
The Scholar was stunned for a long while.
Then he stuffed the rest of the bun into his mouth.
After eating the bun, the Young Scholar flipped through a few pages of a book, but in the end, he still felt somewhat restless.
He rose from his seat.
He went over to the bookshelf.
No, no...
The Young Scholar turned books over everywhere.
But he still couldn't find the book he remembered should be there.
The Young Scholar felt a little irritated.
He remembered it being there...
Was his memory wrong?
"!?"
The Young Scholar's eyes lit up.
Found it!
The Young Scholar read the sentences on the page word by word.
The sentences transformed into the shape of the little black thief he had just seen...
Wait.
He still found it a little hard to believe.
How could this be...
That little black thief who had stolen and eaten the bun...
was almost exactly like... Taotie... as described in the ancient texts.
Impossible...
Did Taotie really exist in this world?
But if Taotie didn't exist, where had the records in the ancient texts come from?
If it did exist...
He had never heard of anyone seeing Taotie...
The Young Scholar thought so hard that his head began to ache.
He raised a hand and pressed hard against his temples.
What nonsense was this?
Maybe...
It was just another animal that happened to look exactly like the Taotie in the ancient texts...
What could it be?