Under the "comfort" of the Fable, Qi Yue no longer caused a commotion, but the fear and worry in his eyes couldn't be erased. He was caught in the gap between the joy of success and the horror of the unknown.
"Look, there's a golden-furred rat there," Little Drilling Wind pointed with his right index finger toward the corner on the left front side.
Qi Yue followed the direction Little Drilling Wind pointed, but saw nothing. "Where?"
"Here." Little Drilling Wind shone his flashlight on the golden-furred rat. The moment the light hit it, the rat shrank its neck, then turned around and fled.
"There's nothing!" Qi Yue still firmly shook his head.
Little Drilling Wind glanced at Wu Tong beside him.
"I saw it. Could it be that the golden-furred rat is..." Wu Tong hadn't finished speaking before Hawkeye and Qian Cangyi dashed forward, moving swiftly.
"...an actor's skill?" Wu Tong finally completed his sentence.
