Deicide Mountain was shrouded in thick fog in the early morning.
Su Pan'er was walking briskly down the mountain, a basket backpack on her back, and a string of wild game hanging over her shoulder.
By her side, a small Bama pig the size of a kitten, with its short little legs franticly followed her.
Its piglet mouth moved fast, oinking non-stop.
"Big gal, big gal, don't be so stingy! Is it because I, your grandpa pig, forgot to tell you something? Big gal, can't you say a word! Your grandpa pig is not lying to you this time, really got something good for you!"
"Piss off!"
Su Pan'er spat at it, "If there was something good, it would already be in your belly. How could it be my turn?"
"For real, for real, more real than a pearl!"
The little Bama pig hurried up to catch her.
Su Pan'er fumed!