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Whether dragons gave birth to dragons and phoenixes gave birth to phoenixes was still anyone's guess, but one thing was certain: mice were excellent diggers!
See?
After only a few days, that Mouse Sikong really had led his little band of rat demons to dig a tunnel outside the Crouching Tiger Temple, carving out a passage for Annie and her Tibbers that bypassed the entrance to the blood-pool tunnel and whatever passage it connected to.
There was nothing more to say. With the way clear, Annie stopped bothering with the mess outside Yellow Wind Ridge and went straight into the tunnel with Tibbers. They were going to find that so-called "Great Sage Yellow Wind" and see if they could "persuade" him to hand over that artifact.
However...
Just as Annie emerged from the tunnel and slid down a smooth sandy slope into a dilapidated building, a familiar singsong voice rang out again.
Ding-ding-dang, ding-ding—
Ding-ding-dang-dang, ding-dang-ding—
"Hold on, hold on—"
"Go on, and you'll lose your head."
"Huh?!"
∑(△｀)?!
"..."
A loud, piercing storyteller's chant suddenly came from the passage ahead, startling Annie and Tibbers.
Then, when Annie and Tibbers instinctively looked toward the sound, they saw that it was none other than the strange fellow they'd met before.
"Whoa! Why is it you again, you headless monster?"
"You followed us again!"
(ノ△.)
Seeing that it really was him, Annie pressed a hand to her forehead, at a loss for what to say.
"..."
Meanwhile, "monkey" Tibbers casually twirled his staff and stepped forward, eyeing the fellow's limbs with ill intent. He was clearly already considering where best to strike.
"Well?"
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"What are you after this time?"
Annie had already asked around. All they had to do was go farther along