Ruan Qiuqiu tried to use spiritual energy to leave, but her body didn’t have any spiritual energy in Mr. Gray Wolf’s dream. She tried several times, but couldn’t escape from this illusionary world.
She touched her face and discovered that she was wearing a furry mask that exposed her eyes, nose, and mouth. She tried tugging the mask off, but wasn’t able to take it off.
Ruan Qiuqiu: “...” What exactly was the wolf’s image of her? Did this mask exist because he couldn’t see her? That actually made a lot of sense.
Ruan Qiuqiu shivered from the cold. She didn’t know what was going on or where she was. She only knew that wearing a thin animal skin dress with short sleeves. Only her face felt warm.
If she didn’t go find a place to take shelter, her consciousness would freeze to death.
Ruan Qiuqiu rubbed her short arms. Before she could take a step with her short legs, she heard a familiar “aowu” from far away. Despite the distance, the sound was clear. It sounded younger, more indignant, and more wronged than Mr. Gray Wolf’s usual voice.
Strangely, she could understand what Mr. Gray Wolf was saying now. It was the same as Grandma Ruyi’s answer.
“It wasn’t me.”
Ruan Qiuqiu’s heart tightened. She connected everything together. Just like how those wolves had falsely accused Little Yu yesterday, Mr. Gray Wolf had also been falsely accused when he was a wolf pup.
Her wolf was so adorable in his childhood.
Ruan Qiuqiu softened her gaze and looked down at his undamaged legs. Her eyes moved.
There were the chewed up bones of a small elephant bird at the wolf pup’s feet.
The pig demons must be referring to this bird as the shaman’s missing food.
“Aowu. (It wasn’t me.)” Yuan Jue repeated. His gaze was angry and full of grievance.
Ruan Qiuqiu saw the leader of the pig demons, who was the only adult around, stroking his chin and showing a mean smile. “What are you aowu awou-ing about? We’re pig demons. We can’t understand wolf language.”
Ruan Qiuqiu knew that the pig demon was lying. Demons could clearly understand each other’s animal languages. She was surprised to see that the shrinking Mr. Gray Wolf was swayed by these words. He actually believed him.
Yuan Jue, who was as pretty as a girl even with his messy, long hair, clenched his hands and looked down at his feet in a loss. The soles of his feet were bigger and rougher than other demons of his age.
“Are you a mute? Can’t speak? Then that means you stole the food.”
Right after the adult pig demon said these words, a nearby young female demon wearing a thick animal skin dress couldn’t bear it anymore. She shouted at Yuan Jue, “You’re a thief! Get out of our Water Pig Tribe! My dad saw that you were about to die and gave you food. What right do you have to keep relying on my dad? It’s your fault that he’s sick. He’s my dad! Not yours! You’re a jinx! Go away! Go away!”