"Ah! Such an answer is a bit bloody." Although wearing Miao attire, the tattoo on his wrist betrayed his identity. He let the wolf cub go, allowing it to gnaw on the corpse's innards, while staring fretfully at the person. "Mr. Clown, what's the best way to handle this?"
His face changed faster than flipping a page, and after the wolf cub had 'elegantly' feasted, the clown produced a small bottle, sprinkling it on the corpse, which dissolved every bit of flesh and bone with the acrid acid.
Behind the illusion hides the truth!
There was always a grey-haired 'large dog' by Xiao Lin's side, its long tail dragging on the ground, its sharp face mirroring its master's solemnity, moving with elegant steps, keeping pace with its master's rhythm, wandering everywhere.
Its name was simple yet odd, and it invoked strange anger in two people upon hearing it, while its master was incredibly delighted—this was his dark humor, a symbol. Its name was 'Crow', a fiercely loyal 'large dog.'
