They rushed south, entering a dense, overlapping forest.
There, under a crooked tree, they finally found a figure lying on the ground.
Several wolves were circling Xu Jingxi's grandfather, sniffing at him.
A few of the bolder ones even pawed at the old man.
Xu Jingxi leaped off Wolf Three's back in an instant, scrambling over to the man.
"Grandfather!" Xu Jingxi cried, kneeling beside the old man and cradling his head.
The old man's complexion was a stiff, ashen gray from the cold.
Shen Ningning noticed the purple mark of a rope around his neck.
She glanced up at the treetops and saw a length of severed rope.
The Black Wolf King, having gotten the story from the pack, walked over to Shen Ningning and let out a low growl.
He told the little girl that when the pack found the old man, he was already hanging there.
So the pack had chewed through the rope, and the old man had fallen.
Shen Ningning placed her small hand on the old man's neck.
