Chapter 143: A house of the mad

At first I thought that the critters that lived here looked normal, but the farther I went into the valley, the more strangenesses I noticed about them. They weren't afraid of me, but it was natural for creatures that lived in isolation and doubtfully ever saw a human hunter. I gave them a reason to be afraid when I ate a rabbit that was too curious for its own good, and it was just any other rabbit.

But a doe with a set of leather wings, too small to let it fly, was not like any other doe. Or a sparrow whose stomach glowed like that of a firefly. Or a snake with three heads that was lazing around on a sun-warmed rock.

I gave every strange animal a wide berth, and they weren't aggressive—they reacted to me like any other animal out there—but it was still alarming. What was more alarming is that I've never seen monsters like these before, though most of the animals here looked like they were just taken from a forest at the foot of the mountain.