Li Ping'an and Old Ox settled down at the logging camp for the time being.
At first, everyone treated him with considerable respect.
After all, the fierce tiger's corpse was lying right there.
They had thought he really was some great master who had come to slay demons and vanquish evil.
But as time passed, they began to notice something was amiss.
At the logging camp, Li Ping'an sometimes caught fish beneath the frozen river, and sometimes led his black ox up the mountain to hunt game.
Occasionally, he even had the leisure to join everyone in felling trees at the logging camp.
Otherwise, he drank wine, ate game, and chatted.
In short, he never did any proper work.
Anyone who didn't know better would have thought he had come to experience their way of life.
The others didn't particularly care. After all, they had always believed Fugui had made up all that talk of a monster in the logging camp.
But Fugui was different. He was desperate to save his grandson.
Although he understood in his heart that his grandson was almost certainly gone.
Still, that one hope was all that kept him going.
"Mr. Li, when do you think we'll go looking for that monster?"
Fugui was fully armed, a steel fork in his hands and a hunting longbow on his back.
"We'll talk about it when the time comes."
Li Ping'an always put him off with those words.
When the time came-when exactly would that be?
Fugui's heart burned with anxiety.
Earlier, he had even gone eagerly to the graveyard to tell his dead wife and son about it.
He had told them he was right, that a monster really had taken his grandson.
He would definitely rescue his grandson and give his family an answer.
"Fugui,