"You, which Little Red Riding Hood are you?"
Yu Sheng stared tightly at the squirrel's eyes, his tone more serious than ever.
The squirrel began to shake uneasily, alternately supporting its weight on its hind legs, then quickly scratching the fur on its face: "I... I'm a squirrel..."
Yu Sheng remained unmoved: "Alright, then which squirrel is Little Red Riding Hood?"
The squirrel: "..."
"Answer my question," Yu Sheng remained calm and determined, "You should have noticed that I am bringing 'changes' to this Black Forest—if you truly want to help Little Red Riding Hood, this might be your closest chance to success."
The palm-sized "little animal" finally stopped shaking, staring directly at Yu Sheng. After a long while, it seemed to finally come to a decision, or perhaps reached a point where there was no retreat, lowering its head as if accepting its fate: "The zeroth one."
Yu Sheng immediately furrowed his brows: "... What does that mean?"
