"Old Sha, don't hurt it!"
Su Ping instinctively called out softly.
After the figure appeared, Su Ping could sense that it probably wasn't very strong.
Granted, a pet beast's strength had little to do with its size.
But under the moonlight, the little fellow before him, only as tall as an adult's calf, really didn't seem much of a threat.
Faced with Old Sha's approach, the figure didn't seem nervous or frightened either. It merely retreated a few steps and struck an extremely peculiar pose, its hands clasped at its waist.
It lowered its torso slightly, responding with a stance poised to strike.
Hearing Su Ping's call, Old Sha checked his charge a little, but his eyes, gleaming an oily green beneath the dim moonlight, remained firmly locked on the little thing before him.
At that moment, Su Ping finally made out exactly what stood before him by the hazy moonlight.
A short, deathly pale body, so thin and flimsy that a gust of wind seemed capable of blowing it into the sky.
The folded creases, the painted face, and the so-called clothes on its body.
All proved what this thing was:
It was a paper figure.
Yes, from head to toe, its body showed no sign of flesh and blood. Nor was it a spectral, elemental spirit body or a framework of bones.
Instead, it looked like a little paper figure folded with exquisite origami skills.
There was even rouge on its cheeks, making it look extremely eerie.
An Ordinary-rank Undead type pet beast: the Paper-Folding Man.
It was known as the disgrace of Undead-type pet beasts.
A pet beast that competed with the Skeleton Soldier for the title of weakest Undead type.
Yet although Skeleton Soldiers were also very weak, and their species' potential ceiling was generally only