In the pitch-black night, a ferocious and bloodthirsty dog bore a human face. Wu He's delicate, fair face, now covered with fresh blood and white flesh fragments, formed a stark contrast with the body of the enormous black dog.
Hu Ma caught a mere glimpse of this scene and found herself even more shocked than when she had faced the strange Aunt Tan.
"I..."
Meeting Hu Ma's gaze, Sister Wu He also reacted, her face turning pale. Her expression revealed a despair born of shame and fear. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something.
But in the end, she couldn't utter a word. With a sudden cry of sorrow, she covered herself with the dog skin and fled into the darkness beside the road.
"Shopkeeper, this..."
