Chapter 687 Three-Headed Dog (2/2)
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Deep in the forest, an eerie black fog oozed out of a dark cave. Six crimson lights glowed in the cave. Accompanied by shuffling footsteps, the six crimson lights were particularly bright in the night.
”Is this Empyrean? Oooh.”
”This must be the Empyrean that Mother talked about. Even the air smells different.”
”Let's eat, let's eat! Woof, woof, woof.”
Flowing Light stopped its steps, looking into the distance. It sensed an odd aura.
”There's a treasure,” Moneymaker whispered after sniffing the air.
Passing through the dense forest, a spacious clearing appeared in front of them. The plants in the middle of the clearing were infected and withered. A six-foot-tall, three-headed dog with luscious fur was chewing its food. The three heads fought with each other for the food, sometimes even swindling each other.
The left-most head glared at the two heads on its right. The three-headed dog's heads each had their own thoughts. They could be considered separate minds.
Although there wasn't ever a situation in which one mind tried to overtake the other two, they often schemed against each other to fight for control over the body and to make the other two its subordinates. The three scheming dog heads often bit one another's ears while the others weren't looking. Although this didn't accomplish much, they seemed to enjoy it.
The left head was pure black, like a black shepherd. Its long, narrow eyes looked violent and sinister. Its two ears were tall and pointy. Sharp fangs peeked out of the corners of its mouth.
The right dog head was pure white, kind of like a chow chow. It was prideful and fierce. It was the head that was raised the tallest out of the three.
The middle dog head was black and white. It was also the one with the most expressions. Its brow bone was raised, and its blue and red eyeballs looked rather extraordinary.
”What is this?” Flowing Light had never seen this monster before. A three-headed dog—it looked kind of tasty.
”This is a three-headed dog.” Unlike Flowing Light, Moneymaker believed in the merit of rich academic knowledge as a qualified treasure-hunting familiar. It had consulted with the well-read Master Dumby about many subjects and had learned Chinese characters, plus read many books.
”How do you know?” Flowing Light was doubtful.
”You should read more. I saw it in a book,” Moneymaker advised Flowing Light. It thought Flowing Light looked at it in a different way than other familiars, so it had an indescribable attitude towards it.
It was only a defenseless treasure-hunting mouse. It had to get on good terms with these combat masters.
”It took so much effort for us to come to Empyrean. Should we wander around a little more?” asked the pure black dog head.
”I don't know… Mother will be very mad if she finds out,” the pure white dog head said with hesitation.
”Mother loves us so much. The worst she'll do is shut us in a dark cabin for a couple of days. Don't you smell the aroma of food in the air?” The black dog head grinned.
”Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof—” Without waiting for the white dog head to speak, the middle black-and-white dog head's eyes lit up when it heard the word ”food.”
The creature howled excitedly and dashed forwards in ecstasy.