According to the description of the black-golden musk deer, over the past couple of days, a strange scent has emerged in Changxi Town.
It's not just the black-golden musk deer that have come down in droves; even some large wild animals have descended from the mountains, but the strange scent that lured them is diffused throughout Changxi Town, making it hard to identify its source.
However, Ansheng didn't smell the strange scent. He even asked the village's dog patrol, but the dogs looked puzzled; obviously, they couldn't smell that peculiar scent.
"If there's anything, come down first and talk about it. We'll definitely help with whatever we can..."
Persuaded by A-Qing's heartfelt words and better conditions for viewing, the black-golden musk deer group agreed to come down from the heavy-eaved roof of the ancestral hall.
The village elders and residents breathed a sigh of relief.
