Hunting was not a picnic where one could stroll around and catch prey; Xing Xing were not cats in a little grove that would line up to be beaten and punished after Zheng Qing nagged them a few times.
So, even though the You Zui Hunting Team had unified their target and their understanding, after trudging through the woods for several hard hours, they still failed to find those so-called Xing Xing.
"Captain, take another look at that booklet the Hunting Committee issued. Are we really looking for a few Xing Xing?" Fatty Xin's enthusiasm had gradually been drained away by the long, fruitless search.
After searching another small patch of bushes and coming up empty-handed, he finally could not suppress the frustration in his heart any longer. He shouted, "Xing Xing aren't cockroaches or bedbugs that can squeeze into cracks in rocks... They're Magical Creatures with status, for crying out loud. Do they really need to hide this thoroughly?"
"I've read it no fewer than thirty times." Zheng Qing reached into the Gray Cloth Bag, pulled out the booklet, and casually tossed it to the fat man. His voice was thick with exhaustion as well. "If you don't believe me, take a look yourself... The Hunting Committee's notes for this hunting ground really mention nothing but those few Xing Xing."
The fat man yelped. As though dancing the rumba, he twisted his body and arms wildly, flailing as he caught the booklet flying through the air.
"I was just saying," the fat man muttered, though his hands did not slack off. He quickly opened the booklet and checked it over once more.
"Well? I wasn't wrong, was I?" Seeing that the fat man had finished verifying it and returned the booklet, Zheng Qing snapped back irritably.
"No, no. How