The wild dogs left.
The Lost Souls calmed down.
They formed into lines again and staggered forward. Their expressions returned to numbness and emptiness, as if the panic and frantic fleeing from moments ago had never happened.
Jiang Qiao witnessed this scene.
He fell into deep thought:
"The wild dogs' attacks are not only subjective; they also return to search after losing a companion."
"They clearly possess self-awareness."
He loosened his grip.
The heavy object fell to the ground.
It was the humanoid wild dog he had just captured.
"Whine—!"
The moment the wild dog was released from suppression, it tried to roll over and bite Jiang Qiao. But its entire body went limp, and it collapsed onto the ground again. It wanted to bark, but could only let out a low "whimper, whimper, whimper."
"Pretty fierce."
Jiang Qiao smiled.
A translucent talisman was stuck to the wild dog's forehead, restricting all its movements.
"Let me take a look."
"What exactly are you?"
Faced with the wild dog's bared teeth, Jiang Qiao completely ignored it. He took out a small knife and, after a brief hesitation, slashed viciously at its lumpy head.
"Rip—!"
The sharp blade cut through flesh, revealing what lay beneath.
However...
What appeared before Jiang Qiao was neither the human head he had imagined nor a possible dog's head. Inside the lump-like skull were layers upon layers of folded muscle fibers.
And embedded densely within those folds were canine teeth!
As the lump split open,
the teeth seemed to have been frightened.
The folds writhed frantically, making "clack!" and "clack!" sounds. The sight was enough to trigger Jiang Qiao's trypophobia.
"It's actually this kind of thing?"
"No brain tissue—nothing but teeth filling its head?"
"Then where is its consciousness residing?"
Jiang Qiao moved the blade and sliced