Fabre in Sacheon’s Tang

I couldn’t believe it. Someone actually went after my jerky while we were asleep.

“Who the hell was it?!”

– Tsrrr!

– Kku-kuu! Kkkuuuk!

My rage echoed through the main hall of the abandoned Daoist temple, and the kids immediately rushed toward the hole in the corner and began investigating the area.

Hyang slipped out through the hole to check outside, while Seol and Bing searched every inch of the hole’s interior.

Hongdan began furiously chopping up the pile of reeds nearby.

But of course, there was no way we’d find anything.

Even if we did, it wouldn’t matter.

Whatever took the jerky must’ve already eaten it—and if it was some wild animal or rat, there was no way it’d be safe to eat anymore.

‘Rats carry hemorrhagic fever and...’

I wasn’t sure if hemorrhagic fever existed in this world, but still.