Chapter 60: Catching Wild Rabbits, Senior Brother Is Hurt

When Chu Junhan circled around to the side, she finally relaxed. In the jungle, the only child as young as seven was Cat—there could be no doubt, this was Zimo.

Zimo hadn't noticed Chu Junhan coming around; he was still pinching his nose and howling like a wolf, a smug smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Chu Junhan couldn't help but laugh, unsure whether to praise his wit or chide his childishness… Well, he really was just a child after all.

The little one tiptoed over, cleared her throat, and poked Zimo's shoulder with a chubby hand. "Senior brother, what are you doing?"

Zimo, still grinning and pinching his nose, just shuddered at the touch but didn't turn around. "Scaring my junior brother. Shh, don't make a sound."

"Scaring who?"

"Junior—junior brother…" Zimo turned around, and upon seeing her, shrieked as if he'd seen a ghost. He plopped down onto the ground, patting his little chest, "Junior brother, you nearly scared me to death."

With her arms crossed, Chu Junhan finally witnessed the boy's startled and flustered look, and felt immensely satisfied—so very satisfied…

But when her gaze swept across his small face, the smile froze on her lips.

His face was bruised and swollen, his hands bore shocking scratches, and the fabric on his left shoulder was torn.

"Senior brother, who did you get into a fight with?"

Zimo felt her puzzled gaze and scratched his head with an embarrassed smile. He pointed with his little chin to the side, "I just killed a wolf. I must say, the beast was fierce."

Lying next to the little one was a gray wolf. There were no obvious wounds—its cause of death was unclear at a glance.

"Junior brother, aren't you afraid of wolves? When I went to relieve myself, I spotted this creature lurking nearby. I was worried you'd be scared if you saw it…"

Chu Junhan's eyes widened like bronze bells—she nearly applauded him. "So you lured it away?"

Indeed, every disciple of Cen Song was remarkable: one had lived another life, and another could kill a wolf at the age of seven.

Zimo only chuckled awkwardly and didn't answer her question. Instead, he got up, grabbed the wolf's forelegs, and dragged it with effort. "Stop daydreaming, junior brother. Come give me a hand. I dragged it all this way by myself—I'm exhausted."

Chu Junhan was overwhelmed with admiration for the boy and agreed at once. With both her little hands gripping the wolf's hind legs, she summoned all her strength just to lift it.

"Why didn't you run, senior brother?"

"Didn't you stay with me too, junior brother?"

At that, the two exchanged a smile.

Under the falling night, the two little figures carried the wolf toward the thatched hut. Not far behind them stood a shadow, silently watching them disappear into the distance.

Behind that shadow, gray wolves lay sprawled across the ground, their wolf king now being carried away by two children…

"Junior brother, winter is coming. This wolf's pelt is fine—I'll make you a little fur coat," the boy said, single-handedly lugging the wolf's leg. With his other hand, he waved discreetly toward the shadow, signaling him not to follow.

Chu Junhan, struggling to shoulder the wolf's leg, wanted to refuse at first. But seeing the wounds on the boy, she turned away and nodded. "Then I shall accept your kindness."

"Oh, junior brother, don't say your own name—it's so awkward," Zimo complained.

"Is it?"

"Of course."

Their youthful laughter echoed through the mountains, fading with the setting sun into the night.

The shadow remained motionless, watching as darkness fell. The surrounding gloom swallowed him up, making him impossible to find.