WOOF! WOOF!
Just as Old Zhou finished transferring Zhao Yuansi's misfortune, the corgi from before suddenly rushed into the room. Amid its frantic barks, it bit the goose's neck and scurried back outside!
"Not good!" Old Zhou cried out in alarm. He turned to Zhao Yuansi and said, "That goose is the vessel for the misfortune. If it dies, the bad luck will return to its original host—to you. All our efforts will have been for nothing!"
Before he finished speaking, Old Zhou rushed out to save the goose. Su Xuan and Zhao Yuansi hurried out after him.
When they got to the courtyard, however, they saw the corgi had dragged the goose to a corner of the wall. Blood gushed from its neck; it was already dead.
The corgi licked the blood from its muzzle and began to enjoy its meal.
At the same time, Zhao Yuansi felt as if he had put on a heavy cotton coat again, the weight settling back over him.
"Master, why didn't you tie up your dog?" Zhao Yuansi asked Old Zhou, his face mournful.
