"Howl—" A spine-chilling howl filled Yi Roujing's ears.
Yi Roujing looked up directly at the lead wolf. The lead wolf stopped its howling, and the surrounding wolves also fell silent.
Yi Roujing lifted her hand and slashed with her knife, cutting the little wolf's throat, accurately locating the trachea, and inserted the sharpened end of a bamboo tube, then used her mouth to breathe air through the hollow bamboo.
Yi Roujing continued to breathe without pause, her face growing redder, and sweat began to drip down, until she felt a faint breath passing through the other end of the bamboo, she finally stopped.
"Whimper—" A feeble and soft whimper resonated, yet at that moment, it clearly spread all around.
"Whimper—" The lead wolf lowered its head with a call filled with joy, and the surrounding pack responded.
"Anmin, hold this bamboo, don't let it fall," Yi Roujing called out.
