"Old Wang, what is it?" Liu Chengchao asked from beside him.
Old Wang frowned as he looked at the crooked, twisted Wolf Clan script in the photograph.
"These records are becoming more and more outrageous," Old Wang said.
Now, it was his turn to translate.
"How are they outrageous?" Wang Jiao asked curiously.
What had just been translated was already absurd enough.
Could there be something even more outrageous?
"I suspect the Wolf Clan member who recorded these words had actually gone mad," Old Wang said.
He was not a psychologist, but he could still sense the frenzy and abnormality within the writing.
"Stop keeping us in suspense. Let us hear it too," someone beside him said with a laugh.
Indeed, the experts present were ordinary people as well. They possessed human curiosity too.
"I'll continue translating."
Old Wang continued.
"The Wolf God came to save me.
At night, the Wolf God told me that Heize could not rest in peace after death because the killing intent on him was too heavy.
Heize slaughtered over ten thousand Wolf Clan members alone. His bloodlust condensed into a soul, so naturally he could not rest in peace.
To resolve this, the Soul Suppressing Melody must wash over Heize ten thousand times before the abnormality in his corpse can be dispelled."
"The Wolf God deceived me... Heize's corpse cannot be suppressed at all."
"Heize is not human. With a single roar, mountains and rivers overturn. How could a mere mortal like me possibly suppress him?"
"I've had enough. I buried Heize deep underground. I built my tomb above his. I'm going down to find him!"
"Is there any more?" someone asked when Old Wang stopped.
Old Wang shook his head. "Everything currently legible has been translated. There are still some parts that cannot