The King Sent Me to Patrol the Mountain

The cave was dim, its jagged rocks surrounded by barren ground.

The air reeked of wild beasts.

Chen Feng woke on a cold stone bed. Beside him stood a boy who was equal parts handsome and adorable, his ice-blue eyes full of worry. Three black-and-white strands of hair bobbed atop his head.

"Big brother! You're awake!"

Er Lang.

He was the younger brother Da Lang had taken in.

Years ago, Da Lang had rescued him from other yokai who were bullying him.

The moment Er Lang saw Chen Feng open his eyes, his drooping ears pricked up. His fluffy tail rose high and wagged like a propeller.

Strange.

Er Lang looked familiar to Chen Feng. He felt sure he had seen him somewhere, but he couldn't place him.

Er Lang said cheerfully, "Big brother, I touched you just now. You were stiff as a corpse! You scared me to death."

Forget "as."

It was a corpse.

Da Lang's last memory was of collapsing by the roadside, yet Chen Feng was now back in his cave. Er Lang must have dragged him home.

Come to think of it, the cave was strewn with broken stones and loose dirt. It didn't even have a table or chair. What a miserable place.

Footsteps sounded in the distance.

A hulking figure with a wolf's head, a blue-green face, and protruding fangs walked in.

Wolf Vanguard.

A name flashed through Chen Feng's mind. This was one of the killers who had beaten Da Lang to death.

A low growl rose from Er Lang's throat as he warned him, "You villain! You beat up my brother. What are you doing here?"

Wolf Vanguard sneered in his rough voice. "Checking whether your brother's dead."

"Since he isn't, get out and patrol."

"The Old Wolf King said that