Xuan Yu jumped from Sang Que's shoulder onto the table, while Sang Que stared at the Paperman of the old lady, and Xuan Yu used its paw to hook the paper.
The two worked together to successfully slide the paper out from under the Paperman's palm.
The room was completely dark, making it impossible to read what was written on the paper.
Sang Que took out an ordinary candle from her bag, found the flint, and blew on it, igniting a flame, as she was about to light the candle,
Whoosh!
The flame was suddenly extinguished, a cool breath swept across Sang Que's face, making her scalp tighten.
Meow—
Xuan Yu arched its back warily, letting out a low whimper.
Sang Que scanned the surroundings and attempted to light the candle again. Just as the candle was about to ignite, Xuan Yu leaped, claws striking fiercely, and a shadow by the candle disappeared into smoke.
Xuan Yu landed back on the table and sat down to lick its paws.
