A Strange Way Of Thinking

The zombie dog glanced at her, then at that motionless wisp of black mist, finally uttering very unhappy roars.

"Owooooowooo…" 'I was enjoying the food! Why did you release this terrifying black smoke to scare me? Now I've lost my appetite, but you want me to finish it?'

Lin Qiao took the black mist back and laughed to the dog, "That's because you ignored me just now. I called your name but you wouldn't answer."

"Owooo!" 'How am I supposed to know whom you were calling?'

Lin Qiao glared at the dog and said, "Are you going to eat it or not? You have to finish it, or I'll kill you."

"Ow…" The dog felt so benign when Lin Qiao threatened it. After giving a few sullen howls, it lowered its head and quickly finished the remains of the dead squirrel, even swallowing its fur.

Then, it turned and darted back into the woods. And next, a series of noises were heard from the woods again.