Up close, Yang Qi could see it more clearly.
This "Huang Daxian" was slightly sturdier than a common yellow weasel, but its movements were exceptionally light and fluid, each step carrying the unique caution and efficiency of a wild predator.
It stopped every so often to raise its triangular head. Its small nose twitched rapidly. Its black-bean-like eyes scanned its surroundings vigilantly, and its ears swiveled slightly, catching every subtle sound.
As Yang Qi watched, he suddenly noticed that the weasel's mental state seemed a bit… manic?
Looking closely at its eyes, he saw none of the coldness or hunger common to predators, nor was there any "fierceness" or "resentment."
Instead, it was a kind of near-impatient excitement?
It was as if what awaited it in the chicken coop was not a delicious meal, but a "game" it was eagerly anticipating.
This was not normal at all.
