Chapter 3

The gray wolf finally obtained a can of milk powder, though it wasn’t meant for her cub.

After the customer left, the clerk noticed the Siberian Husky that had wandered in at some unknown time. Since the gray wolf’s true form was slender, even the husky she transformed into was thinner than usual, giving her a somewhat pitiful appearance.

The clerk cautiously approached, making shooing noises, but the husky neither moved nor left. Gathering courage, she reached out to stroke the dog’s back. As she neared, a peculiar fragrance wafted forth, accompanied by a faint aura of darkness. The gray wolf glanced sideways toward the clerk’s back.

Seeing the dog neither resist nor react, only watching her with those eyes, the clerk’s heart softened. Searching for something to offer, she found no snacks but eventually retrieved an opened can of milk powder from under the counter. She mixed a simple bowl of it in a takeout container and placed it in front of the husky.

The gray wolf eyed the milk, which resembled mother’s milk. Having been a spirit for nearly five centuries, she had long forgotten what mother’s milk tasted like.

Unexpectedly, here among humans, she still had the chance to savor it.

When the clerk saw she didn’t eat, she gently asked, “What’s wrong? Are you scared? Don’t be afraid, it’s all for you. Go ahead and eat.”

The gray wolf slowly lowered her head and took a sip. It was delicious, with a faint sweetness.

Savoring the taste, she suddenly seized the container and dashed outside.

She was swift. By the time the clerk noticed, the wolf had already run far away. The clerk stood at the doorway muttering, “Does she have cubs to feed at home?”

Though quick, the gray wolf’s run was steady, not spilling a drop of milk powder. She carried the container straight back up the mountain.

After playing with the cub for a while, the fox grew bored and lay down again, casually flicking her tail in front of the cub to catch and play with.

Perhaps tired from crying, the child’s round eyes focused intently on trying to grasp the flitting tail.

Hearing footsteps, the fox suddenly leapt up.

“Where were you so long? Did you find food?”

The gray wolf placed the takeout box near the cub’s face, but the child paid no attention to it. When the tail that had been floating before her eyes disappeared, she pouted and was about to cry again.

Only then did the gray wolf realize that, unlike animals, human infants don’t feed themselves.

She bit the child’s clothing and gently turned her over, resting her head in front of the container. She pressed down lightly on the child’s head with her paw, signaling her to drink, but the cub only reached out with curious hands.

Just as the box was about to be knocked over, the gray wolf quickly pulled it away.

Still, this wasn’t feeding. Human infants needed to be fed.

She recalled the bottle the customer had held—it was the missing crucial item.

But they couldn’t afford a milk bottle. The gray wolf sighed—a rare show of emotion—and with a motion, conjured a tall young woman on the spot. She stood about 1.78 meters, her features coldly beautiful, and her yellow eyes added an eerie allure.

Unskilled, she picked up the child from the ground and grabbed the takeout box, attempting to pour the milk powder into the cub’s mouth. However, half of it spilled out.

All she had managed to get was this small amount of milk powder—any less would have been heartbreaking. The gray wolf placed the box down and scanned the surroundings.

The fox, attracted by the sweet scent, came over curiously and licked the milk powder spilled on the cub’s neck. His eyes lit up.

“What’s this? It smells great. Where did you get it?”

The gray wolf coldly pushed his face away. “Milk powder given by humans. It’s for the cub. Go away.”

The fox looked up curiously. “Given willingly by humans? Did you use magic to fool them?”

“No, it was voluntary.”

“Really? Someone actually volunteered to give it to you! Why? Do humans like wolves? Then why don’t they like foxes?” The fox spun around chasing his own tail, admiring his fur. No matter how he looked, he thought he was far more handsome than the dingy wolf.

The gray wolf ignored his nonsensical questions, plucked a leaf from a tree, rolled it into a funnel, and poured the milk powder into it, aiming the narrow end at the cub’s mouth.

Though a bit troublesome, this time the cub drank all the milk powder.

With her hunger sated, the cub finally quieted down, sucking her own fingers. Her big eyes rolled left and right, glancing now at the leaves above and then at the unfamiliar human. Soon, she smiled, revealing two tiny teeth.

The gray wolf was slightly taken aback by the smile—the child wasn’t afraid of her.

She touched the cub’s cheek and quickly noticed a golden necklace around her neck, a small lock engraved with two characters.

Squinting, the gray wolf barely recognized one of them: “Qing…”

The fox chimed in, “Qing Yao. That must be her name.”

It sounded quite pleasant.

The fox tugged the child’s sleeve, exposing both arms. Each had a golden bracelet with a small tag, also engraved with her name, followed by the characters for safety and blessings.

It was clear her parents were wealthy and doted on her.

The fox didn’t understand the value of jewelry; he just thought the shiny things looked beautiful and wanted to nibble on them.

The gray wolf stared long at the bracelets.

They were gold—valuable. Centuries ago, she had seen humans fight viciously over gold and silver.

She now knew how to get money!

She removed one bracelet, then decided to take both. Weighing them in her hand, the two together were about twenty grams. She took off the tags and stowed them away, planning to exchange the bracelets for cash.

Having made this decision, she patted the cub’s back and said, “I’m going to take these bracelets to exchange for money to buy you milk powder.”

Using the child’s belongings to buy her food wasn’t reckless disposal.

Whether the cub understood or not, she grinned widely, her eyes curving with joy.

The gray wolf’s lips twitched into a faint, barely noticeable smile.

The fox nudged his head over. “You’re going to exchange them? I want to eat chicken. Let’s buy a chicken.”

The gray wolf’s gaze turned cold, and she slapped his head away again. “Only mice.”

The fox grumbled, “Why only mice? Now that we have money, why not buy a chicken? Chicken is delicious. You probably never tried it, but once you do, you’ll remember how tasty it is!”

The gray wolf replied lightly, “I’ve eaten chicken, and I’ve eaten foxes too—bit off a fox’s head, chewed the brains, tore open the belly, and ate the heart…”

The fox gasped and backed away several steps, his fur bristling.

“Enough! If you don’t want to buy one, fine. Don’t scare me! If you eat me, no one will watch the cub. We agreed to raise her together. Eating me would be breaking your promise!”

The gray wolf bared her teeth, wrapped the cub snugly, and placed her in his arms.

“Take good care of her. I’ll make another trip down the mountain.”

The fox grumbled as he lay down. “Okay, hurry up and go.” Then he looked at the gray wolf expectantly. “No chicken? I like chicken legs and wings too.”

The gray wolf seemed not to hear and turned to leave.

By the second trip down the mountain, it was already noon. Passing by the lakeside villa, she saw it surrounded by police cars and ambulances, a long police line encircling the scene. Some villa owners whispered from a distance.

Her keen ears, hidden in the grass, caught fragments of their conversation.

“The Liu family is tragic—thirty-two people all dead. Old Master Liu, his siblings, four sons, five daughters, and all the younger generation gone. The youngest was only five or six. Such a calamity.”

“Yesterday was the old master’s seventieth birthday, so everyone was gathered.”

“I heard it’s very strange. So many turned into just bones overnight. Could it be some curse?”

“Look at the plants outside—all withered. They were fine yesterday. The police came to check my surveillance this morning. I saw a group of Taoist priests and monks arrive early. It must be a curse; otherwise, why would they come? See, the person next to the police inside is a Taoist.”

“Look at that place—like a haunted house. How did the house get so wrecked?”

“Such evil—will it affect us? I’m packing up and leaving. I don’t dare stay here.”

“Me too. It’s too scary.”

The crowd dispersed quickly. The gray wolf peered inside the villa, seeing medical staff loading covered skeletons onto vehicles; after quite some time, they still weren’t done.

She lowered her ears—it wasn’t a total wipeout. One cub had been saved.

Now an orphan, even if handed to the Taoist’s junior disciple, the cub was still alone. Orphans in the animal world rarely survived; without parents, death was inevitable. Human orphans were probably no different.

She flicked her tail and swiftly avoided the villa, heading into the city.

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