Some people screamed in fright at the rabid dogs, but Lin Feng stood firm as a mountain.
He could tell that these calf-sized "rabid dogs" were actually after the Bronze Urn beside him.
They were not really rabid dogs.
Quite the opposite: these calf-sized dogs were carefully selected Hunting Dogs.
They had no interest whatsoever in the flesh and blood of the living.
They were only interested in Uncanny—or, more precisely, the Underworld Uncanny inside the Bronze Urn!
They were very interested in the Underworld Uncanny.
The rabid dogs rapidly kicked up sand on the beach, circling the Bronze Urn and barking nonstop. They even seemed ready to leap onto it, but Lin Feng stopped them.
These "rabid dogs" did not seem mad at all. At the very least, they still understood danger.
They did not attack Lin Feng. They simply kept barking, backing away as they did.
Lin Feng watched the dogs, then spotted the people emerging behind them.
They were all dressed impeccably, seemingly in neat uniforms. Lin Feng could also smell a cloyingly sweet herbal scent on them, something like insect repellent.
They wore pith helmets, one of the Westerners' favorite pieces of equipment for exploring jungles.
But they did not look like natives of the South Seas.
Their glossy, oiled braids were tied together atop their heads, and they carried themselves with an air of utter indolence.
They were not South Seas locals.
They looked more like Qing Dynasty people who had come here to make a living. They carried weapons, and every one of them had a tobacco pipe. Some even carried brass Hookahs, apparently inscribed with ancient poems by Li Taibai.
They eyed Lin Feng and the shipwreck survivors cautiously.
But they were not nervous.
Only the last man held a firearm.
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