Being watched by the giant black crow, Chu Ge, Gu Tianjiao, Xiao Poor Thing, and Arno dared not even take a deep breath.
In broad daylight, such a scene still sent shivers down their spines.
After a while.
Gu Tianjiao frowned and said, "Is it dead?"
Although the giant black crow's eyes were wide open, it was motionless, not even blinking, clearly dead.
"But who made that sound just now?" Xiao Poor Thing asked, puzzled.
"It was me!"
A voice came from above, startling the four of them into looking up once more.
They saw a small figure popping up on top of the giant black crow's head.
It was a little monkey, about the size of a house cat, covered in white fur.
The white-furred monkey's eyes were very large, quite frightening indeed.
Arno asked, "Did you kill this black crow?"
No sooner had he spoken the words than he regretted them.
