The Amusing Adventures of a Directionally Challenged Dad and Daughter-Chapter 140

(Extra Chapter)

After leaving Lin City, they hadn’t passed through any towns, preferring the charm of taking smaller paths.

Since the silver wolf often hunted in the mountains, they never lacked meat, which saved Old Gu Six a lot of trouble.

Every day, they waited for the silver wolf to bring them food. But this time, the wolf returned empty-handed, its fur stained with blood.

Thinking it was injured, the father and daughter checked it over, only to find no wounds.

"Where did this blood come from?" Old Gu Six frowned as he asked.

"Awoo!"—Come with me, Wolf Brother caught something big!

Seeing the wolf tug at Old Gu Six’s pant leg, Chang’an quickly packed up the carriage and led the mule along.

Staring at the mule, Chang’an once again slipped into her habit of calling out for the old man.

"Old man, old man?"

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"Old man, are you still there?"

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"Old man, did you go home to get married or something? Have you decided to abandon me?"

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How long had he been gone now? Just vanished without a word.

They followed the mule deeper into the mountains for about half an hour before finally seeing the silver wolf’s prize—a massive wild boar, weighing around three hundred pounds.

Impressive, Wolf Brother! Taking down a wild boar all by itself.

The silver wolf lifted its head proudly, and Chang’an could almost see the words "No big deal" in its eyes.

"Lead the way. Let’s find a water source to clean the boar first."

They weren’t far from water. With no drought at the moment, the silver wolf easily guided them to a mountain stream.

The water was clear, and on the opposite bank grew a wild grapevine, though only a few grapes remained—most had fallen to the ground or been eaten by birds.

Chang’an waded across the stream, cutting two grapevines to plant in her space. She then picked through the ripe grapes, selecting the best ones.

Old Gu Six handled the boar with brutal efficiency—discarding the head, innards, and even the hooves, deeming them too troublesome to clean.

They split the boar evenly with the silver wolf, storing the meat in Chang’an’s space for later.

Since the scenery here was lovely and night was falling, they decided to camp in the mountains.

Chang’an brought out the wild grapes for Old Gu Six to eat. Her space’s fridge didn’t have grapes—only pears, apples, and watermelon.

While Old Gu Six snacked on grapes and grilled pork belly, Chang’an cooked vegetable soup in her space. She noticed her father had a preference for strong flavors—barbecue and hot pot—but she didn’t mind. She liked them too.

Since they wouldn’t get heaty, they could eat however they wanted.

Still, they couldn’t just eat grilled meat. Vegetables were a must—cabbage and broccoli made the cut.

The silver wolf gnawed on raw meat nearby before darting back into the forest once full.

Eating skewers under the stars—this was the perfect life.

"Dad, do you think we should stay where we are forever, or move out? The northern region is relatively stable now."

"Do you want to move, Chang’an?" He’d rather they didn’t. They couldn’t risk living in a bustling town, not when the right moment might come at any time.

Without hesitation, Chang’an answered, "No, I like it where we are."

She was worried Old Gu Six might find the mountains dull compared to the outside world’s liveliness.

"Then we won’t move," he said softly.

Father and daughter chatted idly as they ate their skewers.

Suddenly, a fragment of memory flashed in Chang’an’s mind. She paused before asking, "Dad, besides Purple Extreme, do you know any other dragons?"

A massive dragon—twice the size of Purple Extreme—had appeared in that fleeting image.

Old Gu Six choked on his food, coughing violently before rasping, "I do."

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"Oh, I thought so. I think I saw one in the sea—wait, why was it in the sea?"

Chang’an felt that her missing memories were tied to the ocean. Had she gone to the sea when Old Gu Six traveled to the South Sea?

That must be it. What she’d thought were hallucinations were real. But she still didn’t know who that dragon was.

Great. It never even crossed her mind that it might be her father.

Whatever. Maybe her brain was waterlogged. Once it dried out, she might remember.

Seeing she didn’t press further, Old Gu Six didn’t offer an explanation. If he admitted that dragon was him, she might demand he transform on the spot—and he couldn’t do that right now.

Late at night, the silver wolf returned, this time not with meat but a branch laden with wild fruit.

The berries were small, about the size of cherry tomatoes, and a vibrant red.

Chang’an suddenly recalled something she’d read—the prettier the fruit in the mountains, the more likely it was poisonous.

Was Wolf Brother tired of them? Planning a midnight assassination?

Old Gu Six plucked one, examined it, then popped it into his mouth. frёewebnoѵēl.com

Chang’an didn’t have time to stop him, but after he ate five or six without issue, she figured they were safe.

"Chang’an, they’re edible," he said, tossing another into his mouth.

"Dad, you didn’t wash them. Who knows what bugs or snakes might’ve crawled over them?"

Old Gu Six pictured that scenario and silently gathered all the berries to rinse them in the nearby stream.

The fruit was sweet, but they didn’t finish it—it was late, and time to sleep.

Fireflies flickered in the summer grass by the water. The silver wolf dashed through, startling them into flight.

Camping in the mountains had been the right choice—where else could they witness such beauty?

Her awestruck expression amused Old Gu Six.

He walked into the grass, waving his hands before cupping them together.

"Chang’an, bring out a jar."

She retrieved a glass bottle from her space, and Old Gu Six released the fireflies inside. With the lid secured, their glow illuminated the bottle beautifully.

The two of them and the wolf stayed up late, lulled to sleep by the mountain’s chorus of insects.

Morning dew clung heavily to the grass, so they waited for the sun to rise before leaving, avoiding soaked clothes.

On their way down, they crossed paths with a woodcutter trailed by a girl of about eleven or twelve.

The woodcutter grumbled ahead, "I told you not to come. You’re slow, and you barely gather any firewood. You’d be more useful helping your mother at home."

The girl didn’t speak, only gesturing in response.

"What could happen to me? I know these mountains like the back of my hand—could walk them blindfolded."

Still, the woodcutter couldn’t bring himself to send her back alone. They’d come too far for that.

Old Gu Six and Chang’an passed them by. The woodcutter blinked in surprise—strangers were rare in these parts.

After a moment, he turned to his daughter. "Wait here. I’ll just be up ahead chopping wood. Don’t wander off."

The girl nodded and signed something, reassuring him before he left.

Chang’an and Old Gu Six followed the silver wolf on a shortcut, crossing over another mountain soon after.

At the foot of the mountain lay the official road, where they spotted a group of uniformly dressed soldiers escorting a convoy of military provisions as it passed below.