Shen Ningning cried her heart out, her small body trembling like a butterfly tossed in the wind. She seemed so helpless and fragile in the vast, endless night.
Seeing Wu Zuchang dead, the Black Wolf King and Wolf Three threw their heads back and howled. Their mournful, chilling cries echoed through the mountains.
Before long, the wolves that had given chase returned one after another, dragging the bodies of the assassins with them.
Not a single one of the men in black had escaped; they had all fallen prey to the wolves.
Fortunately, Lang Si had spared one man's life, though he had mauled him to within an inch of it.
Shen Ningning wiped her tears and took a deep breath. "Good job, Lang Si. Keep him alive. I'm handing him over to my brother. I won't let Brother Zuchang die for nothing!"
Just then, Deng Fugui came running toward the sound of their voices. "Little Wolf Sister! Hurry back! The Wu family's house is on fire!"
Shen Ningning was shocked.
