The foxman's dry laugh was like an electric drill, boring bit by bit into the ears of everyone present.
As if he had gotten carried away talking, Smir showed no intention of stopping.
He turned to Oink, who was frantically searching nearby, and continued rambling on:
"Hey, pig. That's right, I'm talking to you."
"Your name is... Oink, right?"
"Haha... I remember you have two children, don't you?"
"One of them could already talk. Such a lively little thing."
"What... what did you say?!" Oink's searching hands froze as he mechanically turned around.
His eyes were bloodshot from his agitation, and his usually honest face was filled with fear.
"What did you just say? Say it again!"
"Where are my children? And my nephew Xiao Xuan?!!"
"There." Smir patted his stomach, then stuck out his tongue to lick the corner of his mouth, a nostalgic look on his face.
"Of course, they're in my stomach."
"Thud." Oink's knees gave out, and he lost all strength to remain standing, collapsing to his knees.
His chest heaved like a broken bellows, and his face had gone deathly pale.
Smir's voice continued:
"So the older child was your nephew?"
"That explains it. I didn't remember that sow having given birth before. Looks like I got it wrong."
"But it doesn't matter. They were pigs either way. Just a few years apart—hardly any difference."
"Oh, right. When I took that sow away later—ah, your wife, that is."
"When she found out I was going to make soup with your piglets, she kept crying and begging me to spare her children."
"She said that as long as I kept my promise and made sure the piglets lived, she would do anything."
"I agreed."
Hearing this, a tiny spark of hope seemed to ignite in Oink's