"Whizz!"
"Whee whoo…"
Before the darkness completely set in, the empty mountain already felt still and deserted, without signs of any humans. The fluttering, tired birds were returning home at this late hour, their wings making a rustling sound—the only noise one could hear around here. However, on a wild path, a whistling sound suddenly rang out in series.
The sounds came out piercing and clear, which were sent far out before they died away in the dense foliage. Silence then returned to the woods. Putting down his fingers, Gu Yu sighed, "I think Brother Fatty’s really angry. It won't answer me."
"Don’t worry, I’ll send Xiao Qing to get round it," chuckled Xiaozhai.
"Get round it? Are you sure Xiao Qing is not there to pick a fight?" The idea was giving him a headache.
"Trust me, fighting also works well to ease the tension."
Another piece of Xiaozhai's past...