"Holy sh*t! This bloody Seven Saint black dog! Where did he hide the thing?!" Lin Fan was getting exasperated now. Going around in circles, he had bumped into countless monsters. But still, he hadn’t caught sight of any secret chambers or the likes!
‘Cuckcuckoo…!’ Perched on Lin Fan’s shoulders all along, Chicky was feeling crestfallen seeing how frustrated his Master was. With a helpless sigh, he hopped down from Lin Fan’s shoulders.
Sniff sniff.
Lowering his head, Chicky took a sniff of the surroundings.
"Chicky, don’t tell me that you can find it!" Looking at Chicky’s behavior, Lin Fan commented with some disbelief.
Chicky did not cry out in reply. Instead, he closed his eyes gently, as though he was trying to sense the air around him.
"Chicky, are you sure you can?"
Tossing his head, Chicky brought forth a look of displeasure. It was as if he were saying, ‘You’re disturbing me.’
