A shrill scream rang through the night, and the villagers snatched up their hoes and rushed over, only to find…
A shrill scream rang through the night, and the villagers snatched up their hoes and rushed over, only to find a thief sprawled on the ground, pale as a sheet and pointing ahead. "A formation... the Eight Trigrams Formation... the green center is still moving!"
The villagers followed his finger and looked. Good heavens. There was no Eight Trigrams Formation at all, only two plump little cats curled into a circle, drowsily licking their paws.