The Evil Eye between Yang Yong's brows opened and closed, closed and opened, but everything looked perfectly clean no matter how he examined it.
The Red-Clothed Female Ghost went out on her rounds every night, and she shook her head when she returned, saying she could see nothing.
This... was very abnormal.
In the apocalypse, how could there be any sanctuary untouched by the Eerie?
Yang Yong rubbed his temples.
His head felt swollen, as though someone had stuffed a wad of wet cotton inside.
"I'm just a brute."
He cursed inwardly, Thinking really isn't my fucking strong suit.
Just then, something approached the courtyard gate.
It walked on all fours, with grayish-yellow fur, a pointed muzzle, a furry face, and a drooping tail.
After a couple of steps, it stood up again, supporting itself on its hind legs and clasping its forepaws before its chest, bowing like a person.
It even had a funeral wreath perched on its head.
Yang Yong recognized it at once.
This was the little Yellow Immortal who had come Asking for a Title in the fog that day.
Huang Shan.
"What, still Asking for a Title?" Yang Yong laughed.
Without another word, Huang Shan tossed the wreath aside and darted up to Yang Yong on all fours.
He pushed off with his hind legs and stood upright, pressing his forepaws together and bowing desperately.
"Deputy City Lord Yang, I know I was wrong! Please be magnanimous and don't hold it against me!"
"Please just give me back my little knife..."
His voice was high and young, like a boy whose voice had not yet broken.
His tail wagged unconsciously behind him, his bright eyes full of eagerness to please.
Yang Yong studied him for a while.
"What's going on with you?"
He remembered clearly.