Dong Ya was frightened by what Shuang Yun had said.
The beasts were superstitious about ghosts and gods. They firmly believed that after death, their souls could come into contact with ghosts and gods, so souls were the most precious asset of the beasts.
Selling their souls was equivalent to trusting the other party with their lives.
The price was too high!
Dong Ya asked in a trembling voice, "What do you want souls for?"
Shuang Yun didn't seem to see the fear on the young rabbit's face. He still looked nonchalant.
"Have you heard the story of the snake and the farmer?"
Dong Ya shook his head. "No."
This allusion was taught in Huanhuan's class, and Shuang Yun decided to use it.
"A farmer finished his work and saw a snake that was frozen. He pitied it, so he picked it up and carefully put it in his arms to warm it with his warm body."
At this point, Shuang Yun deliberately kept them in suspense. "Guess what happened?"