There is a beast: (Hundred Explanations)

Chapter 181 Tile Cat

They hadn't walked far after descending the mountain when they came across a village in the distance.

Bai Jie's eyes lit up.

“That should be Wa Mao’s village,” he said to Cheng Huang, pointing to the village.

Having said that, the two of them quickened their pace.

As soon as they entered the village, they saw some cats setting up stalls.

Bai Jie curiously went over to see what they were selling.

Hmm... a ceramic bowl, that's quite normal.

A mud heater? This is probably for heating food for the little cat.

Mud biscuits? Can other legendary beasts eat these?

"Ah, sir, this is handmade by our Wamao. It has a unique taste and is rich in minerals and trace elements. It's definitely a top-notch snack for little Wamao. Would you like some?" Wamao said to Bai Jie with a wide smile, puffing out his cheeks.

Upon hearing this, Bai Jie retreated several steps.

"Never mind, I'll buy it next time—"

He didn't want to suffer from a stomachache like Tianlu had before.

Bai Jie turned her head and found Cheng Huang playing with several little tile cats.

Just then, a little cat was trying to climb onto Chenghuang's back.

Cheng Huang's expression changed, and he instinctively grabbed its tail and pulled it down.

“kuang~”

Under the watchful eyes of Bai Jie and Cheng Huang, the little tile cat shattered on the spot.

After a moment of silence.

The little cats ran off like the wind.

"Mom! My little brother broke again!"

Bai Jie looked at Cheng Huang and could clearly see the panic in her eyes.

"Um... Baijie, did I do something wrong?" Chenghuang was a little embarrassed, not expecting to make a mistake on the first time he accompanied his benefactor out.

"Should we run?" Cheng Huang asked softly.

Bai Jie rubbed her forehead. "It should be alright, right? Tiled cats are fragile, and they said 'again'~"

"Wouldn't it be irresponsible of us to run away now?"

Bai Jie told Cheng Huang not to panic.

A short while later, Mrs. Wa Cat came out.

"Oh dear~ your little brother broke again. How did it break this time?" Wa Mao was already used to seeing this.

The previous times it broke, each time it was more outrageous than the last.

If you run too fast, you might accidentally fall and break.

One night, while sleeping, I rolled over and fell under the bed, where it broke.

Even worse, one person sneezed because he drank the warm mud too quickly, and when his head went back to the wall, it hit the wall and broke.

"It was that older sister who grabbed the little brother and smashed him to pieces," the little cats said, pointing at Chenghuang.

Cheng Huang, who was being pointed at, was very uncomfortable, his face showing embarrassment and awkwardness: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I will take responsibility."

Lady Wa Mao stared at Cheng Huang for a moment.

Wow, this mythical beast is quite beautiful.

"Will you take responsibility? Why don't you become this little brother's girlfriend?" Mrs. WaMao said mischievously.

Cheng Huang's face immediately froze.

Oh? She did say she would be responsible, but she didn't say anything about being responsible in this particular aspect, did she?

"Mrs. WaMao, stop teasing her~ We're from the Four-Unlikes Shop, we're here to buy a fan and some other things."

"So you're a friend of the Fourth Boss, my apologies." Wa Mao couldn't help but find it amusing to see Cheng Huang almost running away.

"You want to buy an electric fan? We just found one in town, but the wind was too strong, so we haven't used it much," Wa Mao said, hearing Bai Jie's purpose.

"We'll take you there once we've fixed up this little guy," Wa Mao said with a wide-open mouth and a big laugh.

Bai Jie breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Wa Mao's words.

Fortunately, Madam WaMao is easy to talk to, and... the nickname "Four Unlikes" is quite useful.

Cheng Huang breathed a sigh of relief, his tense mood instantly relaxing.

Thank goodness, otherwise we would have let him escape even if it meant taking the blame.

Then, Mrs. Wa Mao took out the Youth Brand 502 glue, and Bai Jie could even see the advertising slogan on it.

"Youth glue, once applied, restores youth to its original state."

Bai Jie's lips twitched; she had truly figured this out.

Mrs. Wacat picked up all the surrounding fragments and then glued them back together with super glue.

"Alright, you can take my little brother back now. He'll be fine in a few days!" Madam Tile Cat said to the little tile cats.

The little cats responded and then carefully took their newly repaired little brother back.

Since tile cats are fragile items, it's normal for them to break all the time. They have a unique talent: once they're glued back together, they'll be fine again after a while.

What if you're missing an arm or a leg? That's easy, just burn some clay artifacts to patch it up.

"Come with me~" Madam Wa Mao led Bai Jie and Cheng Huang to a small shop.

"Because mythical beasts occasionally come here, we also stock up on some small items," WaMao explained.

Bai Jie looked at the items in the shop.

It included a lot of snacks and trinkets.

"Hey, this is the one you wanted." WaMao walked up to a large electric fan.

Bai Jie looked at it and exclaimed, "Good heavens, with such a big fan, how can the wind it blows be weak?"

"Can I open it and take a look?" Bai Jie asked.

"of course can."

He then stepped forward; the fan had three speed settings.

I set the fan to level one and felt the breeze. It's alright, isn't it? It should be about the level two of a small fan.

Trying the second gear, the wind blowing out was already quite strong. It was still within his acceptable range, but it might be a bit too strong for the Golden Horn and Silver Horn.

What about the third gear? As soon as Bai Jie turned it on, she felt a strong wind blowing, and the hair on her body was blown backward.

Bai Jie was so frightened that she quickly turned it off.

Turning his head, he said, "This one will do! Hmm? Where's the cat?"

Bai Jie noticed that the tile cat behind her was gone, and only Cheng Huang, whose fur was also ruffled by the wind, remained.

Cheng Huang pointed to a pile of broken pieces not far away.

"...Forehead"