Zhang Zi and Ying Zi suffered from insomnia that night as they kept thinking about how to move the huge bell away. However they could not think of a method to steal the bell quickly regardless of how much they racked their brains.
There was a fervid discussion in the room, but none of them noticed that under the roof squatted a squirrel.
"Master, that's what they said." Squirrel crouched on Fangzheng's shoulder and said angrily.
Fangzheng smiled. "Death won't happen if you don't seek it. Since they wish to seek death, so be it."
"Master, you are really clever, but there's something I can't understand. Can't you–" Squirrel only finished half his sentence.
