Han noticed a strange thing on the corner of the table. He walked over, picked it up and examined it.
It was a handful of strange fur. When Han held the fluff in his hands, it naturally turned to the color of Han's palm. Clearly, this came from some type of animal and it could change color depending on the environment.
"What animal did this fur come from?" Han asked in curiosity.
The owner of this ball of fur was a dark burly man with two axes on his back. His face and chest were plastered with bandages and cloths and covered in bruises, as if he had just been beaten up by someone.
He whispered, "A little fellow, a very small star beast, seemed to be a squirrel."
"Squirrel? A squirrel that can blend in like a chameleon?"
"It should be. When I found him, that little thing was eating a star python. It was a hundred-meter long python, and the squirrels carefully cracked open its skull and only ate the python's brain."
