Wolf Grandmother lay on the bed in the cottage, hiding her claws, ears, and tail. She swallowed Little Red Riding Hood in one gulp and then...
The Hunter did not appear.
Instead, a cook came.
Yu Sheng felt something struggling in an instant. In the air, the invisible Wolf Grandmother suddenly let out a piercing howl. Fresh blood appeared out of thin air where the small knife had passed, as fur, fat, and muscle were torn open, materializing in mid-air along the direction of the knife blade. A gust of wind and a sense of threat emerged beside him—those were the Wolf's raised forepaws and head—
Unfortunately, it wasn't the Evil Wolf that Little Red Riding Hood feared deep down, the one that had grown larger than a house.
It was merely the image of the big bad wolf from a six-year-old girl's imagination—its strength was great but not as great as Yu Sheng's, its speed was fast but not as fast as an adult's, it was fierce... but Yu Sheng had dealt with uglier flesh.
