When their eyes fell on the goose's bills, although they could hardly see it clearly, they still couldn't help but feel excited.
"Quick! Bring it to me!" Her anxiousness and zeal had gotten the best of her, causing her to talk so fast that the words clumped together in her throat in a log jam. However, the moment the words were spoken, Lin Sanjiu suddenly realized that the goose could not come into the lane. If the goose got caught by the hands, they would be as good as dead.
"The goose said it's a piece of folded note," Puppeteer said.
"A note?" Lin Sanjiu quickly asked, "What's on it?"
"Words."
