The End Times as a Song

Chapter 30 Visiting the Night Market

Huan Ruge applied the medicine to the Da Nian beast and reminded it to get a good night's sleep so it could recover its strength faster.

"Okay...I'll listen to you...I'll do whatever you say..."

"A destiny with a beast in the year of the dragon," he said, and immediately fell asleep. Huan Rugo, while packing her things, secretly glanced at the boy, thinking to herself.

"Should we thank him? Although we don't know who he is, he doesn't seem as bad as we thought. We also don't know why he arrested us. We still need to find an opportunity to find out... Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated..."

Huan Rugo looked up and around, trying to find the boy's figure, and finally found him in a corner.

"Nobody's watching me, aren't they afraid I'll run away...?"

Huan Rugo lowered his head in thought. For some reason, he walked toward a remote path. The path looked somewhat familiar. Wasn't that the place he had passed through a few days ago when he came to pick snow lingzhi...?

What was he doing there...?

All around was pitch black and silent, as if swallowed by darkness.

The boy groped around.

The fire sprites led the way, illuminating the path.

Huan Rugo carefully observed her surroundings, attempting to escape...

"What kind of wicked thoughts are you having, trying to run away...?"

A snow sprite popped out from behind Huan Ruge's head, looking quite adorable.

"Hmph, don't even think about it. You're just a human girl, in this desolate wilderness at the bottom of the Crimson Peak Abyss, and you think you can escape after falling into our hands..."

The snow elf stared at Huan Rugo with an eerie look in her eyes, and gave a ghostly smile.

"No, I wouldn't dare... I just wanted to..."

"What do you want to do..."

"I want to thank your master..."

"thank……?"

"Sister Xue, is it alright?"

"Don't try to be clever...you can't escape..."

"Don't dare..."

"Go ahead... I don't think you have the guts to run away..."

Huan Ruge slowly approached the bushes, and the commotion suddenly ceased.

"Maybe I've been through too much lately, I'm a bit sensitive..."

Huan Rugo comforted herself with a self-deprecating laugh, patted her chest, let out a long sigh, and then put away the dagger.

"Whoosh... Swoosh..."

A few more strange noises were heard, and Huan Rugo immediately tensed up. She cautiously drew her dagger and slashed the grass a few times, after which the noise disappeared again.

After several attempts, nothing was found.

"Could it be an illusion...? Is there an ambush here, or some kind of monster trap? Wait a minute...the snow elves didn't notice anything unusual..."

Huan Rugo muttered to herself in confusion.

"You brat, what are you doing? Hurry up and follow me... Do you want me to come over and drag you away too?"

The snow elf urged Huanruge with a look of disgust.

"Okay, coming..."

Seeing that the snow sprite seemed completely unaffected, Huan Rugo reassured herself that she was probably overthinking things and turned to follow.

But after walking only a few steps, the grass behind us started to wiggle impatiently a few times.

To prove it was an illusion, Huan Rugo decided to stop pretending. She nimbly turned back and quickly parted the bushes.

"I don't care if you're human or ghost... god or demon... come out here."

A dying weasel came into Huan Ruge's view.

The weasel, clinging to life, glanced up at Huan Rugo and tried to get up to protect himself, but to his dismay, he no longer had the strength to stand and collapsed back down in despair.

"weasel……",

Huan Rugo said in astonishment.

"You're the weasel..."