Splat!
The fluffy little Xiao Song rolled off the edge of the wall and tumbled onto the marble inside the wall's perimeter.
"?"
A question mark slowly formed above Third Uncle's head.
Xiao Song?
Um...
Third Uncle then looked at the bloody mess that was the little Xiao Song, its originally grey fur now stained with red blood.
Then he looked at the spot he had just moved away from.
It was a pinecone.
"Ah, this."
In this apocalyptic world, danger lurks everywhere, and since this wasn't the Big Camphor Tree Base, Third Uncle's vigilance was at its peak.
With the sky gradually darkening, alone here, Third Uncle instinctively fired his gun.
As he fired, he saw a blurry black shape but couldn't be sure what it was, only vaguely making out that it was an animal.
So he decisively opened fire.
Never did he think it would be a little Xiao Song.
Third Uncle walked over, looking at the little Xiao Song lying in a pool of blood.
