Little Taotie chased the orange figure until it ran into an ancient villa, covered in ivy and looking quite dilapidated. Only then did Little Taotie stop, not daring to move forward any further.
Just as she turned to leave, she heard a piercing cat's meow.
The cry sounded like Little Lion, yet not quite like Little Lion; it seemed a bit sharper.
The sound was so pitiful that Little Taotie didn't go back but stealthily approached the villa.
The villa's gate was somewhat rusty; the gap between two bars was wide, especially for a six-year-old child.
She turned sideways and squeezed through successfully.
"Meow!" The piercing meow rang out at high decibels, but after one cry, it turned into a weak "Mew... mew..."
Little Taotie was anxious and hurried her steps, no longer caring about the eerie and terrifying look of the surroundings.