Seeing Wu Hu's expression, Zhou Bai could only sigh silently in his heart.
Then, he jumped on Wu Hu's shoulder and tapped his head twice with his cat's claws.
This means meeting at two o'clock in the afternoon.
After knocking, he jumped back into Wu Ying's basket.
As for whether Wu Hu can understand it, it can only depend on his understanding.
Wu Ying saw Zhou Bai jump back into the backpack, and quickly covered the backpack with cloth again.
He looked like he was afraid that his kitten would be abducted by Wu Hu.
Wu Hu, on the other hand, was stunned and touched his head where he had been knocked.
He realized when he saw Wu Ying was about to walk from a fork in the road.
"Wu Ying, don't go in this direction, down here... well, it's just not very clean.
You go this way. I've cleaned up everything here."
Wu Ying turned to look at Wu Hu doubtfully.
But Zhou Bai understood it as soon as he heard it.
The direction Wu Hu didn't let Wu Ying go in was probably filled with traps.
Zhou Bai didn't have to look, he could probably imagine that there were piles of monster corpses there.
Fortunately, Wu Ying is not a rebellious little girl.
Although he didn't quite understand it, he still walked in the other direction that Wu Hu said.
Wu Ying walked down the mountain road with the kitten in her backpack, and on the other side of them were mountains.
Zhou Bai was lying in the backpack, and as Wu Ying moved around, the entire backpack shook, making him a little drowsy.
And at this moment, a burst of fragrance drifted over from not far away.
Zhou Bai smelled the fragrance and opened his eyes suddenly.
The cat's paw took off the cloth covering the backpack, and then stretched his head out of the backpack.
Wu Ying was now a long way away from the Wu family's old house. Looking around, she no longer saw the members of the combat team who were searching everywhere.
Zhou Bai followed the scent and looked in front of Wu Ying.
Then I saw a sesame cake stall appearing at the bend in front of this mountain path.
Standing behind the sesame cake stall was an old man who had completely wrapped the lower half of his face in a scarf.
Zhou Bai looked at this strange old man.
In this deep mountain, few pedestrians pass by.
Why did he choose to sell sesame seeds here?
And what's even more strange is that he doesn't seem to care that no one cares about his business.
"In front is Mr. Wang's sesame cake stall.
Little black cat, I’m going to buy you sesame seed cakes to eat.”
Wu Ying seemed to be very familiar with Mr. Wang.
As soon as he saw his shaobing stall, he happily sped up.
Zhou Bai saw Mr. Wang sitting on the rocks.
On the other side of the stone is a bottomless cliff.
Old Uncle Wang's eyes looked towards the bottom of the cliff, as if he was recalling something.
However, when he heard the footsteps approaching, he turned his head, and his eyes quickly changed to a smile.
"Wu Ying, are you here to buy cakes again today?"
Wu Ying quickened her pace and came to him.
"Yes, Mr. Wang, please bring me three loaves today."
Uncle Wang looked at her with a smile.
"Does Wuying have such a good appetite today?"
Wu Ying quickly waved her hand to him.
"No, no, I can't eat so much cake.
It's my eldest aunt who asked me to come over and buy cakes from you."
Zhou Bai saw that when Wu Ying mentioned his eldest aunt, Uncle Wang was taking the cake, but there was a sudden pause.
Then he pretended to be nonchalant and continued his actions.
This scene fell in Zhou Bai's eyes, causing him to narrow his eyes involuntarily.
"Oh, your eldest aunt also likes to eat cakes?"
Wu Ying took out a large stack of money from her pocket.
"Auntie, I heard from others that the cakes you make are delicious.
Now, this is the money that auntie used to buy cakes."
Uncle Wang murmured in a low voice: "Listen to others..."
Then he raised his head and looked at the stack of money that Wu Ying handed to him.
There was a flash in Uncle Wang's eyes for a moment.
But he didn't refuse, as if he deserved this stack of money, which was far more than the value of a piece of cake.
After reaching out to take it, he put the stack of money away.
Wu Ying first gave her aunt's money to Uncle Wang.
Then he took out the other two cakes from his pocket and the money that needed to be paid.
Uncle Wang also did not refuse. After taking the money, he kept it.
Wu Ying took the three sesame-burning cakes that Mr. Wang brought over, and then wrapped the piece of cake belonging to the second aunt carefully with several pieces of oil paper.
Then he put the basket down and planned to give the extra cake he bought to the kitten hiding in the basket.
Zhou Bai felt his body fall to the ground, but still raised his head and stared at the scarf on Old Man Wang's face.
There are so many NPCs hiding secrets in this dungeon.
The green weirdo Wu Chi needs to hide his true identity and wrap himself in a black cloak every day.
And what secrets does this old man selling sesame seed cakes have that he needs to hide?
Zhou Bai looked at the scarf on his face, and suddenly had the urge to pull the scarf off his face to see his true face.
He is a cat now.
And it seems quite normal for a naive cat to accidentally drop someone else's scarf.
After Zhou Bai's idea appeared in his mind, he immediately decided to take action.
So, not long after Wu Ying put down the backpack, she saw the kitten in the backpack and suddenly jumped out quickly.
The little black cat jumped out of the basket and grabbed Old Man Wang's basket with its front paws.
Then he kicked off his hind legs and jumped in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, his cat's paw hooked Old Uncle Wang's scarf.
Then the cat's paw pulled, and the scarf wrapped around Old Man Wang's face was torn off by the cat's paw.
Wu Ying was a little anxious and wanted to hug the kitten that suddenly went crazy.
The scarf was caught in the cat's paw and fell to the ground with him.
Then, Zhou Bai saw that Old Uncle Wang was a little panicked and wanted to cover his face with his hands.
However, the look on his face still caught Zhou Bai's eyes.
It was a square face full of pimples.
The left and right sides of his face had all begun to rot, as if they had been poisoned.
This kind of rotten skin was not unfamiliar to Zhou Bai.
Every night, the faces of the monsters that kept attacking the old house also looked like this.
On Zhou Bai's cat paw, the scarf that was originally hooked by his paw had been blown by the wind to Old Uncle Wang's feet.
Old Uncle Wang turned his back to them, picked up the scarf on the ground, and then wrapped it around his face.