The daily life of the crew of "Beasts".

noon,

At the entrance of Myongjisan Zoo,

The film crew emerged from the crowd, which surged outwards, chattering noisily about what to eat for lunch.

"What now?"

Zhanhu looked at the four-wheeled metal vehicles constantly passing by on the road with a somewhat bewildered expression in his eyes.

Things had changed, and the world had become incredibly unfamiliar to him. He didn't know what to do next, which was one of the reasons he agreed to go to the film crew.

"It's lunchtime, so of course I'm going to eat with the four-legged creature. We've agreed to play all day today."

Rabbit God's voice interrupted Zhan Hu's somewhat drifting thoughts. He felt a lightness on his back and turned around to find Rabbit God jumping off him and running to the deer.

"Take me one!"

Puss in Boots raised her paw, thinking that since she was already out, she might as well mooch a meal.

"And I!"

The bamboo also raised its claws to indicate that it wanted to go too.

Rabbit God's face darkened, but the beast didn't see it because of the mask.

Xiaohang glanced at the two clueless third wheels and then turned away, unable to bear it: Hmm... why am I feeling a little schadenfreude for some reason?

"Well, I won't go. I'll take Zhanhu back to the film set."

Xiaohang coughed lightly and put on a serious face. He was very perceptive and would never be a third wheel like Puss in Boots and Bamboo.

"Wait a minute..." Zhan Hu suddenly spoke up upon hearing this, "Is Rabbit Lord still coming to the film set?"

Upon hearing this, Rabbit Lord was taken aback for a moment, then he smiled and patted Zhan Hu on the back.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely go. I still have to continue filming over there."

Zhanhu nodded, relieved. Fortunately, the substitute owner didn't intend to leave. He missed that feeling so much, so similar to what he had felt back then.

What Zhanhu didn't notice was that Boots, Xiaohang, and Bamboo were staring at him with a strange look. The look, if translated, roughly meant: There's something wrong with this tiger.

After chatting for a few more minutes, the group of beasts split into two groups. Xiaohang took Zhanhu to Caiyun Village to arrange accommodations, while the other four beasts went to find a place to eat.

on the street,

Rabbit Lord led the three beasts past the entrances of restaurants, ignoring the stares of Puss in Boots and Bamboo and turning directly to ask the Four-Unlikes.

What do you want to eat later?

"Let's have hot pot."

The four-legged creature answered without thinking.

"Okay, let's have hot pot then. I happen to know a really good restaurant nearby. I'll take you guys to try it."

As Rabbit Lord spoke, he walked ahead and led the way. However, before he could take two steps, a click was heard from the shutter of a camera.

The four animals turned their heads at the same time and saw a little dog pointing a camera at them.

"It's paparazzi! Stop taking pictures! Stop taking pictures!"

Rabbit noticed that the paparazzi was still planning to take pictures, so he hurriedly waved his hand to signal them to stop, but the paparazzi obviously wouldn't listen to him.

The clicking of camera shutters continued, and Rabbit and the Four-Faced Beast hurriedly covered their faces with their paws.

The commotion attracted the attention of the surrounding crowd, who gathered around to watch the excitement. After a short while, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.

"Those two look like Tony the Rabbit and the Four-Faced Beast!"

These words immediately caused an uproar among the crowd, with some who were clearly fans initially stunned before letting out excited shouts.

"Ahhhhh, idol! Sisi! Is it really you? I love you!"

"Teacher Tony! It's Teacher Tony! I actually met Teacher Tony in person!"

"I met the Best Actor! I have to post this on WeChat Moments, I can brag about this for a year!"

"Hey guys! I saw the Best Actor! He's right up there! Send me a bunch of rockets and I'll squeeze to the front so you can all see his charisma!"

It seems like something strange has infiltrated.

In WeChat Moments,

Photos of the two award-winning actors appearing on the street were widely shared, and several live streams of the event also appeared on various platforms.

This series of events unfolded rapidly like a chain reaction, and after a short period of fermentation, headlines such as "Why did the two film stars meet in private? And why were their hands clasped together?" immediately became trending topics.

Back at the scene,

The noisy crowd surged and pushed towards the center, forcing the four members of the film crew to huddle together.

As the wall of people kept closing in, Puss in Boots swallowed hard and took two steps back. She raised her paws to block her chest, her voice slightly tense.

"Stop right there! If you get any closer, you'll all be squeezed together!"

Whether it was Puss in Boots' words or not, the people at the very front started pushing backward forcefully to block the crowd from moving forward.

After a brief commotion, the situation finally stabilized, and the four beasts breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then, two figures squeezed out from the gaps in the crowd, one of them holding a portable camera.

"Are you the director of 'Beastly Specter'? What are your thoughts on your own work?"

The middle-aged man leading the group pulled a microphone from his casual clothes and handed it to Puss in Boots. He looked to be in his forties or fifties, with a few strands of gray hair at his temples, and his face was beaming with a warm smile.

Behind the middle-aged man, the person holding the camera had it slung over their shoulder. They used to hold it that high to film and prevent damage, but now they didn't need to.

Looking at the two guys who were obviously reporters, Puss in Boots' face darkened with anger. She raised a paw and shouted righteously,

"We produce serious film and television works; we don't do anything frivolous!"

"The viewership rating has broken 3%!"

Bamboo, who had been keeping an eye on the online situation, suddenly exclaimed.

Puss in Boots paused, then silently lowered her raised paw, revealing a serious expression.

"Please have more."

Rabbit God: "You've become a director."

The camera turns,

Caiyun Village

Wisps of smoke drifted into the air, only to be dispersed by a sudden gust of wind. The aroma of food wafted from the windows of every household, lingering throughout the village.

At the village gate,

Zhanhu brought Xiaohang here. The couplets that were pasted on the gate during the New Year had not yet been torn down. After so long of wind and rain, they were covered with mottled marks and the characters had become blurred.

Xiaohang jumped off Zhanhu. He had originally wanted to take a taxi, but Zhanhu was too big and he couldn't find a suitable vehicle, so he had no choice but to come here by himself.

"This is Caiyun Mountain, the environment is indeed very nice."

Zhanhu closed his eyes and sensed the spiritual energy, which spread around him like specks of light, as if he were in the starry sky.

With each breath, spiritual energy flowed through his body, and Zhan Hu felt completely relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. The divine power within Xue Lian's body also became more active.

Suddenly, Zhan Hu seemed to sense a familiar presence. He abruptly opened his eyes, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

"The aura of my lord's divine sword, and there's also a repulsive smell, what's going on?"

"What are you mumbling about?"

Xiaohang looked at Zhanhu, who had suddenly started talking to himself, with a strange expression.

Ignoring Xiaohang's question, Zhanhu looked up and stared intently at the couplet on the village gate.

The once vibrant red paper was now covered in dust, its color dulled, and the originally strong and powerful black characters had blurred and become indistinct.

Sunlight streamed down, casting a shadow on the couplets after being blocked by the eaves.

Zhan Hu stared at the couplet for a long time, then suddenly asked, "What does it say?"

Xiaohang stumbled and almost fell: So you've been looking at it so seriously for so long and haven't figured anything out?!

"I'm asking you, what does it say here?"

Zhanhu raised his paw and pointed at the couplet, his sharp eyes fixed on Xiaohang.

A gentle breeze blew by, and Xiaohang inexplicably felt a chill. The wind felt like a cold blade slicing across his body, yet it didn't hurt him at all.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Xiaohang swallowed hard and said dryly.

"It's a couplet... The first line reads: 'Wealth rolls in,' and the second line reads: 'Enjoy wealth from all directions...'"

The atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive; under the imposing presence of Zhan Hu, the air almost solidified.

Under immense pressure, Xiaohang managed to utter his last words with difficulty: "Horizontal scroll: Protected by a Pixiu..."

As the tiger's oppressive aura dissipated, Xiaohang felt an immediate sense of relief, as if a mountain had been lifted from his shoulders. He wiped the sweat from his brow and couldn't help but marvel: "This tiger was so ferocious! I hadn't sensed it at all before."

"Humph!"

A cold snort reached Xiaohang's ears. Xiaohang put down his hand that was wiping sweat and looked over. He saw that Zhanhu's face had become extremely unfriendly, so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip from it.

"My lord's divine sword is in that fellow's hands? No! I must take it back. It is my lord's relic; how can I allow others to lay a finger on it!"

Zhan Hu's eyes revealed a resolute determination. He turned around and strode towards the direction from which the aura came, his back view reminiscent of when he rushed to the battlefield years ago.

Watching the Zhanhu car disappear into the distance, Xiaohang stood there, feeling somewhat bewildered: It's gone already? Is it... coming back? The contract's already signed? Wait... that direction is...

Xiaohang suddenly realized the problem. His expression grew increasingly horrified as he stared in the direction Zhanhu had gone: Wasn't that the direction where the three Pixiu lived? He remembered that, according to legend, the Pixiu was a divine beast under the command of the Yellow Emperor…

Realizing this, Xiaohang instantly understood that something was terribly wrong. He frantically pulled out his phone and dialed Rabbit Lord's number.

The dial tone sounded, and after Xiaohang's agonizing wait, the call was finally connected.

"Hey, what do you want?"

Rabbit was panting as he spoke, and there was a lot of random background noise coming from his phone, indicating that things were in a lot of chaos on his end.

Xiaohang didn't care about anything else; cold sweat poured down his forehead again, and he said in a hurried voice.

"Zhanhu and the three Pixiu are about to fight! Come and help!"

"what?!"

On the other end of the phone, Rabbit God, who was completely covered by clothes, stopped in his tracks. His expression was blank, and he had only one thought in his mind.

"I finally escaped the paparazzi's pursuit, and before I could even have a proper meal with the 'Four-Faced Beast,' this has happened again?!"