She watched the distant ox cart, her gaze growing increasingly vicious.
If not for that old man, how would the General ever have discovered she had become a demon.
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At dusk, the old man finally rushed back home, he jumped off the ox cart, wanting to lead the old ox to the pen.
But for some reason, the normally well-behaved old ox stood outside the fence today, refusing to walk into the yard.
Anxious to see his granddaughter, he tied the old ox at the door and walked toward the house.
Yet the old ox positioned its body sideways, no matter how much the old man coaxed or scolded, it simply wouldn't let him enter.
Confused, the old man thought: Could there be something wrong at home?
No sooner had this idea occurred to him than an old woman's voice suddenly rose from the yard: "Old man, what are you standing at the door for? Get inside and eat your meal already!"
