Chapter 265: The Making of a Confident Cat
The mountain slope was peaceful and quiet late into the night.
Down below, many people in the camp had dispersed, and the bonfires had dimmed significantly. Yet there were still some who lingered, reluctant to leave, continuing to sing and dance around the remaining embers, brimming with boundless energy and enthusiasm.
From behind came the bleating of a sheep. “Baaa…”
Lady Calico held onto the rope with one hand, standing beside the sheep. With her other hand, she gently stroked the sheep’s neck, whispering softly to it.
If you didn’t listen closely, it almost seemed like a beautiful scene.
But if one listened carefully, they would hear her murmuring, “Good sheep, good sheep… Don’t wander off at night… There are ghosts here. Just wait until tomorrow. Tomorrow, I’ll eat you.”
Song You’s face remained expressionless, and his heart was equally unmoved. He held a bowl in one hand and a water bag in the other, calmly pouring water into the bowl.
A soft gurgling sound could be heard.
Lady Calico stretched her neck to glance over, noticing that the bowl in the Daoist’s hand was her own and that it was already filled halfway with water. At first, she wanted to pretend not to see, even turning her head away. But she seemed to have thought of something, turned her head back, hesitated for a moment, then walked over of her own accord.