Medicine, Medicine…

By the time Jiang He leapt off the roof, the Feral had already been mauled to death. Meanwhile, Trumbo was rapidly shrinking. It licked off the blood around its mouth, and then meowed cutely at Jiang He.

He grimaced and asked, "You can change your size?"

Trumbo nodded.

"Then, can you turn into other stuff?"

Trumbo shook its head.

Hearing some commotion outside, Jiang He quickly put the corpse on the ground into his System backpack with a swipe of his hand. "Alright, you and Dumbo stay in the yard. Don't come out if there's nothing wrong."

Just outside, there was the sound of footsteps. With the huge racket the collapsing of his roof caused, all of Jiang He's neighbours were startled. When Jiang He opened his gates, there were more than twenty people standing outside, curiosity and concern written all over each of their faces.