Man-Eating Wolves

When Wenren Sheng discovered a human soul possessing a dog, he was not too surprised. After all, some people could even possess a Disaster Anomaly Lord.

Compared to that, this Blackhide was quite ordinary.

Not to mention that this world was full of strange phenomena.

"You're human too? How can you speak dog language?" Blackhide's tone carried both a trace of wariness and the delight of encountering his own kind.

"I'm not human, but you really are a dog," Wenren Sheng said casually. "Dog language doesn't exist. I'm merely using a soul-transmission technique to speak with you. The reason I can understand you isn't because I know dog language, but because I sensed the fluctuations of your soul."

This was a technique he had learned from the Patrol Division's vast system of knowledge and skills. It had not yet been converted into a skill and was called the Language Comprehension Art.

Its essence was communication through the souls of other living beings, allowing one to understand the true meaning of what they expressed and bypass the barriers of language.

"That's so amazing! Can you teach me?" Blackhide fawned as he squeezed closer.

The border collie shoved him aside with one leg. "Eat your hot pot. Every meal is one less meal."

Blackhide looked resentfully at the hot pot. Suddenly, even the sliced beef no longer smelled tempting. He turned and said, "Big brother, you must be an immortal. Can you let me cultivate? I want to become a long-lived dog."

"First, tell me how you came to possess this dog," Wenren Sheng asked. He was somewhat interested as well. It should have considerable research value, at least for the advancement of Puppet Art.

"How did I possess it? About half a year ago, I think. A dog's brain isn't very