As the temperature dropped, Shi Jinzhe took out a collapsible bucket and began collecting snow.

Sheh sat on the step of the carriage, with a piece of Shi Jinzhe's clothes underneath her. Shi Jinzhe took out a bucket, and she followed with her tail, using the tip of her tail to sweep snow into the bucket.

Shi Jinzhe blocked the bucket opening: "Pull your tail back, it's too cold, I can handle it myself."

Shekh's tail tip wrapped around his wrist, pulling him away forcefully: "Too slow, it'll be left out to dry anyway."

He pulled Shi Jinzhe's hand up, and with a tail between them, the two looked like they were in a tug-of-war.

The soft tip of its tail was frozen, and the excess part offered itself to Shi Jin's hand, rubbing against his palm.

Shi Jinzhe couldn't resist picking up the tip of the tail and showing it to Sheh, "Does your tail, like your teeth, have its own thoughts?"

Shekh pulled his tail back, but after a while, the tail followed again, squeezing up whenever it could to sweep the snow.

Shi Jinzhe lowered his head and pretended to be dead. He turned to look at Shehe and saw her gazing at the mountain peaks in the distance.

“It won’t listen to me,” Shekh said without turning his head, feeling ashamed of his tail for the first time. “It’s more excited than I am; it likes you a lot.”

"Alright, then let it follow." Shi Jin turned his back, his eyes and brows filled with laughter, as he shoveled snow away.

After collecting the snow, he walked back, holding the tail in his hand. When he reached the door, he pulled Shekh's hand over and said, "Here's your tail back. Now, let's switch hands."

Back in the cramped carriage, Shi Jin started fiddling with the filter.

Shekh sat to one side, his ears twitching. "I heard sheep bleating, not far from here."

"You want to eat lamb?" Shi Jinzhe immediately understood what she meant, stopped what he was doing, and teased her, "Aren't you supposed to have a spirit in everything?"

"If you don't eat your fill, everything will turn into a ghost."

Shekh defended himself: "Although I believe that all things are equal, equality does not mean that they cannot restrain each other. I just believe that we should not center on one species, not intentionally harm others, and not think that we are superior to other living beings."

She needs to eat even when she's hungry; otherwise, she'll die.

Besides, Shi Jinzhe feeds himself meat every day, isn't it a bit late for him to ask this question now?

He's definitely up to no good again.

“You’re right, I’ll go hunting for you right away.”

Shi Jinzhe stood up, took out a butterfly knife, and cut his hand.

“Eh,” Shekh said a step later, “I can go and catch it too.”

"I'll go. If you go, they'll all run away in fear."

No animals dare to come near the circle that Shekh left behind; we need to find something to attract them.

His blood is a good choice, and Shi Jinzhe also wants to study how to use his skills.

Sheep pose little threat and are excellent practice targets.

The circle Shekh drew today was a hundred meters in diameter. Approaching the side where no vehicles were parked, he saw drops of blood fall onto the snow outside the circle.

The warm blood dissolved the snow, leaving circular marks. In less than two minutes, the ground trembled, and sneezing and panting sounds echoed in the night sky.

The billowing white smoke was noticed by Shi Jinzhe before the sheep, and then a huge, twisted ram's horn pierced through the white smoke and walked out of the pen.

A shadow fell over my head, and the sheep in front of me was even bigger than the wolf from yesterday.

One of its two horns was broken off, dripping blood, with half of another animal's body hanging from it, all fluffy. Upon closer inspection, its drooping tail resembled that of a leopard.

The sheep with the broken horn stopped outside the pen, not moving forward a step, but it didn't move either.

Shi Jinzhe didn't turn around, but asked Shehe, who was standing about ten meters behind him, "Are you still going to eat this thing? The food chain in this instance looks a bit messy, and I think the taste might be different from what you're thinking."

Shekh tried to communicate with the sheep, but to no avail; it couldn't understand him, unlike the alpha wolf from yesterday.

"Yes, it's just an ordinary sheep."

"Alright, this sheep is too scared to come in right now, let me try first."

The handle was suspended in mid-air when the time was up.

Life is a very mysterious concept: vitality, living beings, growth, death and life, even resurrection, immortality...

The birth of life is a miracle created by billions of coincidences.

As time went by, I realized that the only advantage of not knowing the skill name was that there were no basic limitations.

There are many phrases that don't contain the words "life" and "healing" but still have contextual connections, such as the known words "awakening" and "evolution," and even "healing" is, in a sense, a derivative function of life.

As long as he can think of something, as long as it's even remotely related to this unnamed skill, he can try to activate it.

Because life itself has infinite possibilities.

"Concentrate." Shekh had only a vague understanding of how to use the skill; she stared at the sheep while giving instructions.

"Try to connect with the goal you want to achieve." Having been a student for so long, Schech felt great about being a teacher for the first time.

As time passed, the blood on his hands slowly congealed, and a warm current flowed out from his heart, refreshing and gentle.

The blood droplets frozen beneath the snow changed color, with gold floating around, as if gold dust had been sprinkled into bright red blood. The gold sank to the bottom, the blood was absorbed, and only traces of gold remained on the ground.

He tried to connect it to the concept of life's demise, but the skill didn't respond. He then tried to connect it to the concept of time passing, but still there was no response.

Perhaps it's because this word is more associated with death, and life doesn't want to be associated with it. In any case, he tried all the known synonyms, but none of them worked.

"Surely I can't only selflessly give, but also be unable to kill or commit arson, and have no offensive capabilities whatsoever..."

Under the boundless night sky, a stretching green branch quietly emerges from the snow before Shi Jinzhe's body.

The lush, vibrant green leaves caught the attention of the giant goat. It raised its front hooves, stomped through the snow a few times, bent down, and devoured the blade of grass in one gulp, leaving not a single root behind.

...

Shi Jin turned his head away, unable to bear to look.

He shouldn't send any more; it's only gotten started, and the enemy probably hasn't even had enough to eat.

Shekh: "I didn't expect this sheep to eat grass; I thought it ate meat."

“Yes, eating grass…” Shi Jinzhe thought to himself.

All things are equal and mutually restrictive.

If extinction and decay are not acceptable, then what about balance?

He reached out again, focusing on the giant goat before him. His heart pounded, a silent resonance connected him, and unseen golden threads locked onto his target, restoring the imbalanced energy to its proper place.

The goat in front of it sensed the danger and leaped backward, but the invisible golden thread firmly locked its body, quickly draining its life force.

It was as if a scale was balancing the life force between the two sides, and the height difference between the two ends was getting smaller and smaller, and the energy that was judged to be unbalanced kept flowing to the other end.

Shi Jinzhe's body began to accept this energy, and he no longer needed to draw blood. A thin golden ring appeared under his feet, shimmering with a faint golden light.

The goat's vitality waned, its four hooves could no longer support its body, and it fell to the ground. When it tried to struggle to stand up, its legs trembled violently.

But Shi Jinzhe soon discovered that the balance had ended and he could no longer absorb anything.

As the light around him faded, Shi Jinzhe swept across the snow, locking the golden thread at the spot where a tender bud had just sprouted.

Another seed underground quickly sprouted and broke through the soil, its tender green branches grew thicker and taller, and the veins on its leaves deepened.

The giant goat lay sideways on the ground, and green branches grew rapidly, reaching a height that was enough to look down on the goat who was barely clinging to life.

Dark green leaves swayed in the snow, and just as the goat stopped breathing, a graceful peony bloomed in the snow.

With its golden stamens and wine-red velvety petals, it is a Buck Amélie.

Shi Jin plucked the peony and handed it to Shehe, saying, "This is my first trophy, and I'm giving it to you."