One month later.
Yi Lin, Brother Dog, Miao, and Ju'er, through this endless transportation and turbulent journey, became increasingly numb, both physically and mentally exhausted.
Not to mention Niu You, who was locked in the container.
At the beginning, the largest container still occasionally had some commotion.
It seemed like Niu You was causing a fuss inside the box.
But half a month ago, that box became quiet.
Demon Hunter Xiatian, during a transport transfer, curiously circled the box a few times and innocently asked Uncle Yi Lin if the demon inside was dead.
In fact, no.
Yi Lin once used crystal perception, sneaking a peek inside.
Niu You, locked in the dim and lightless box, had maintained the same posture since half a month ago.
He was crouched in the corner of the box, hugging his knees, curled up into a ball, head buried in his knees, silently shedding tears—tears that lasted for over ten sleepless nights.
"Niu You is a hero, a true hero of the demon tribe."
