Watching Wufu explode like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Ah Jiu’s eyes brimmed with deeper amusement. His face, still smeared with bloodstains, though somewhat disheveled, looked to him to be exceedingly vivid and animated. He couldn’t help but reach out, wanting to ruffle her hair.
Wufu didn’t notice, but the people around him did, and they all took a sharp breath. Ah Jiu’s hand was halfway to its goal when he realized his action was inappropriate and reluctantly withdrew it, placing it behind his back and feigning seriousness with a cough.
His hand was so itchy!
"Xiao Li was right, you won’t die, you’ve got the skills," Ah Jiu said with a laugh.
Wufu snorted, "It’s good that you didn’t come here to be used as a slingshot."
"What slingshot?" Xiao Li didn’t quite understand.
"Praying mantis stalking the cicada," Wufu stretched out her hand to point at herself and the dead tiger, then at the dead hunter, "Yellow Finch is behind." Then she pointed at them, "Slingshot under the tree."
The crowd fell silent for a moment, but then erupted into laughter, even Yuan Ye, who usually had little expression, was touched by a smile.
Xiao Li even clutched his stomach exaggeratedly, "Ouch, ouch, I’m dying of laughter, this is too much fun."
"Lady Wu, your metaphor seems a bit topsy-turvy, even if you are the praying mantis, the Yellow Finch has been killed by you," a man said, unable to suppress a laugh.
Wufu looked at him; she didn’t recognize this person.
"This is Bai Xiaobai," Ah Jiu, as if reading her thoughts, introduced the person beside him.
Wufu looked over, oh, truly white, even fairer than herself, a real pale-faced boy.
But the pale-faced boy must be in his late twenties, right?
Bai Xiaobai gave Wufu a courteous hand gesture, but his interest was focused on the dead tiger, "Miss, this tiger of yours?"
He wanted that Tiger Bone and Tiger Balm.
Wufu immediately became vigilant, "Mine."
The meaning was clear: she had hunted it, it was her property, and she would fight anyone who tried to take it away.
"I know, I’m just reminding you, if you don’t handle it soon, it won’t be fresh anymore," Bai Xiaobai reminded her.
"If it weren’t for you guys, I’d have skinned it by now," Wufu glanced at the corpse of the hunter.
Ah Jiu looked at Hoo Die and then at the corpse.
Hoo Die pointed at himself, "Me?"
What, the man had been killed by Little Fox, and now they expected him to bury the body? That made no sense.
Su Luo smiled, pulled Hoo Die, and together, they dragged the body away, one foot at a time.
Seeing this, Wufu gave Ah Jiu a probing look – he sure knew how to handle things.
"You ask for a favor," Ah Jiu laughed, pointing at the dead tiger, "How do you plan to deal with this? Sell?"
"How much silver?" Wufu, seeing the gleam in Bai Xiaobai’s eyes, knew he was determined to have it; his eyes gleamed like a wolf eyeing meat.
If selling was the option, it just had to be for the right price.
"For the whole thing, one thousand taels," Ah Jiu proposed with a smile.
Wufu quickly calculated in her mind: one thousand taels was reasonable. She heard that the buyers in town offered very low prices for fur, and even at the county city, it was only several hundred taels at most.
So, Ah Jiu’s price was fair.
Wufu extended her hand, "Deal!"
This was her asking for a silver note. Ah Jiu said, "We also came to the mountains to hunt and didn’t bring that many silver notes with us. Can we give it to you after we go down the mountain? We won’t run off."
Wufu didn’t think they would run off; she shrugged indifferently, which was taken as a yes.
Ah Jiu’s smile reached his eyes.
Yuan Ye glanced sidelong at his master and felt his waist, which bulged slightly. Not have one thousand taels on him? The master was clearly telling a barefaced lie!