Chapter 54
Still anxious, Clayton forced himself to calm down and began thinking of a solution. After a few moments of silence, he decided to dig into the ground. Without wasting time, he pulled out his farming tools and prepared to start digging with his skeleton crew.
But before he could begin, Dingo suddenly leapt out of the ground with surprising agility.
Clayton immediately brightened and rushed over. Dingo curled up on the ground, whining weakly. Ignoring the dog’s protests, Clayton examined him thoroughly. After a while, he let out a relieved sigh.
"Thank goodness you’re okay!" he said, genuinely grateful.
After all, the dog had been swimming through the earth for nearly ten minutes. Clayton figured that the ability to breathe underground might be a new evolutionary trait.
Relieved, he lightly slapped the yellow dog—more out of frustration than punishment.
Dingo looked unimpressed, though he understood his master hadn’t meant to hurt him.
"Grrrr..." he growled softly.
Clayton ignored him and gave another playful slap. But this time, as his hand made contact, he felt a sharp, primal sense of danger.
Instinctively, he pulled his hand back and stared at Dingo with suspicion. Yet the dog showed no signs of aggression, nor any behavior typical of a rabid or sick animal. Most importantly, there were no signs of illness or infection.
Clayton frowned. Was he just imagining things?