“A Yin!” came the sound of Li Shiyi’s voice, at a loss, from the side. The E Shou let out a low belch, a stench like something ruined coming from its gut; A Yin anxiously licked her lips, jaw jutting out, the cold sweat delicately and finely giving her the appearance of a haloed flower, the fine hairs from head to foot seeming to have some reaction as they stood up, as if weakly resisting the E Shou’s approach. The tip of the E Shou’s ice-cold, moist nose came to press against her forehead, the touch of it feeling sticky like a snake; A Yin closed her eyes; yet, suddenly, she felt the fine hairs soften, the shadow enveloping her slowly retreat, the oppressive feeling, along with the tang of the inside of the E Shou’s mouth, disappearing. The clatter of its nails clawed at the dirt, and A Yin panted in harsh breaths and opened her eyes, seeing the E Shou throwing itself in a leap, jumping in font of Li Shiyi. Li Shiyi gasped in quiet breaths, and said to Song Shijiu in a quiet, quick ye