About the Zhang family’s guardian spirit being a beagle…
Zhang Qishan, the person in question, silently lights a cigarette, his face weathered. “Don’t ask… All I can say is, I regret it so much… She’s already cultivated to perfection, so why does she still go ‘werwer’ in the middle of the night…?”
Er Yuehong stares blankly at his new robe, now torn to shreds. “…Why did I tell Buddha to keep her as our guardian spirit?”
Wu Erbai looks at the bill this little auntie has left him. “Nobody told me guardian spirits charge by the hour, too.”
Wu Xie: “Come on, she’s pretty cute when she’s not making those noises…”
Zhang Qishan, Er Yuehong, Wu Erbai, Wu Sansheng, and the rest: “When did you go blind?!”
