Chapter 338 - Tail and Bowl
Chapter 338: Tail and Bowl
After sleeping and dining under the sky for several days, Angor decided to rest in this small hut for the night and to use this chance to wake the “coffin man” up so that he could figure out who he was carrying. He also hoped that he could learn something about any places of interest in this area.
The night had come. He lit an oil lamp and partially brighten up the narrow space.
Then he took out the coffin from his space bracelet.
When he opened the coffin lid, the man submerged in blood immediately opened his maddened eyes.
“Stay still, and be quiet!” Angor ordered.
The man listened to his words and slowly relaxed.
Angor inspected the individual curiously.
After being cleaned by Purification Field, the wooden hut appeared more habitable when the warm sunlight traveled in.
Angor looked toward the outside and saw Toby cruising the sky in his colorful skirt while an eight-eared Cloud Leopard dashed below the bird.
Toby would occasionally provoke the beast and quickly flutter away when the leopard attacked. After “rough playing” for a while, their little show ended at the death of the poor beast.
Toby joined Angor and pointed a wing at the leopard corpse—Hey I got us breakfast!
“You went hunting for too long,” Angor joked. “And we’re having a barbecue in the morning? Isn’t this a little… greasy for our diet?”
He still went to process the animal corpse even though he wasn’t very good at this. The beautiful Cloud Leopard hide was broken into several slices, and the meat also came out in big and small chunks.
While he cooked their breakfast, the door of the hunter hut was pushed open, and the coffin man walked outside while rubbing his eyes.
“Good morning,” Angor said as he glanced his way.
“Good morning…” The man slowly walked to Angor.
“I guess your stomach isn’t fit to consume meat right now. Should I tell Toby to pick some fruit?” Angor pointed to several stone bumps nearby which should be the original hunter’s chairs. He then said, “Take some rest. I have some questions for you later.”
The coffin man didn’t respond. He had been standing still in a trance.
Angor looked up and saw the bright sunlight casting a faint aura around the man’s bare skin. The man had his hair dragged all the way to his knees while his yellow eyes were spinning terribly.
The man replied after quite a while, “I… guess your stomach… meat. Hmmmffffruit… questions for you later.”
His words were broken at the beginning, which grew better in the end.
After those words, the man looked at Angor proudly as if he were waiting for a compliment.
Angor, however, wasn’t in the mood to praise him now.
A flock of birds suddenly left for the sky when they were startled by someone bellowing among the woods—”Don’t you DARE TELL ME you lost your fuc*ing memory! This plot is getting old!”