The squirrel looked a bit shocked, almost frozen against the railing, its shiny little eyes staring at Yu Sheng, remaining still for a long moment.
To be honest, having a talking squirrel fixate on him felt rather odd.
Yu Sheng couldn’t help but feel curious about this squirrel—what was its story?
If this dark forest was indeed the “fairytale realm” that Little Red Riding Hood had mentioned, the very place that had brought her misfortune, then could this squirrel be a being born from this strange land? One with such rich emotions and intelligence? Were the wolves also beings of this place? In the same realm, could there exist entities with such vastly different perspectives?
Yu Sheng realized that his understanding of this realm was still rather shallow.
“Strange, so strange,” the squirrel said as it stopped staring.
It began pacing on the railing, its bushy tail nervously sweeping back and forth. “This has never happened! Never! Only Little Red Riding Hood can come here! I’ve never heard of ‘friends’ before… It’s too strange. Something unprecedented is happening in the forest! Feel like something bad is about to occur… How did you get in? How did you really get in?”