Li Zhiyuan turned around and looked outside the house.
Outside, the thick fog had retreated to the outside of the vegetable garden fence.
The clamorous noises were gone, leaving only hushed whispers.
Just as he had thought, this bunch of filthy scoundrels were asking for a beating.
Earlier, when the pig controlled the four beasts to block the door, those creatures were howling and shouting fiercely in the white fog. Now that the pig is dead, these guys have swiftly become quails again.
Li Zhiyuan stepped over the threshold and casually took down the white lantern stuck in the crack of the wall.
As he emerged, the whispering in the white fog intensified.
Perhaps because they were familiar with the rhythm and pattern, they were surprised, the pig's head had just been obliterated, yet this boy holds a lantern and comes back in?
Li Zhiyuan walked forward with the lantern, stepping over the vegetable garden fence.
