"Right? You think I'm right too. That old bastard just left me all alone like this," Yan Zhengya continued to ramble.
"Later, I developed the habit of talking to myself. Oh, I know you don't understand, being a pig, especially a wild boar this dark."
"Alright, let's go back and I'll fix you something to eat. But what do wild boars eat? Oh, wait, I can't call you a wild boar anymore; you have a name now. Little Piggy."
"Oink!" Little Piggy made a sound again.
"I'm starting to wonder if you're just an ordinary little wild boar; are you a pig spirit?" Yan Zhengya patted Little Piggy's small head.
"Oink, oink." Little Piggy rubbed its small head against Yan Zhengya's palm.
Yan Zhengya felt tickled, and burst into laughter, "You certainly can't be a pig spirit; how could there be such a silly pig spirit, throwing itself into the arms of a Demon Exterminator?"
When the man and pig returned to the Daoist Temple, the sky had already turned completely dark.
