"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
The barking rose and fell, vicious beyond measure, as if Jiang Qiao had killed their fathers and they could never coexist with him.
But they had already witnessed Jiang Qiao's power.
Or rather, the several old men outside the town already knew what Jiang Qiao was capable of.
So they did not let the vicious dogs pounce.
They merely barked wildly from all around.
Their voices were sinister and vicious, filled with an intensely bitter resentment and ferocity. They were nothing like ordinary dogs. Even rabid dogs that went around biting people could not compare to them by one ten-thousandth.
Along with the barking,
some sort of aura began spreading through the surroundings.
Gradually,
Jiang Qiao saw tombs with broken stone tablets appearing beside those vicious dogs.
The tombs had already cracked open.
The coffins were shattered and rotten.
Burial objects and clothing had been torn and scattered everywhere.
The scattered, decayed bones were covered in clearly visible tooth marks and cracks from being torn apart.
Wild dogs eating corpses!
According to legend,
in years of famine, corpses would litter the wilderness.
Wild dogs that no one fed would roam in packs, digging up graves and tombs and living off the flesh of the dead.
After tasting human flesh,
the dogs grew bolder and bolder.
They gradually set their sights on the old, weak, sick, and disabled who still had a breath left in them, curled up by the roadside and not yet dead.
After eating fresh flesh,
they learned the taste of the living.
They were no longer satisfied with the flesh of the dead and began specifically attacking the living.
At first,
they only ate people who were about to die.
Later,
they began forming packs and attacking lone travelers on the