Jingyang lowered his head again and saw, under the pile of corpses, another female corpse. She was dressed in an ordinary gray coat, her eyes half-open as if she hadn't died peacefully. He wasn't a forensic doctor, so he couldn't tell how long the woman and the other men in suits had been dead. But he could see that in the stiff hand of the deceased woman, she was tightly clutching a scattered, empty swaddling cloth…,Three gray wolves in a pincer formation, pushed aside the clumps of grass, stepped with all four paws, and let out a low growl like a threat, slowly pacing towards Jingyang.,Jingyang disregarded the mental barrier because the other wolf he had just knocked over was already charging back from behind. One claw landed on the back of the wolf Jingyang was controlling, leaving a bloody wound soaking its fur. Jingyang gritted his teeth, this pain was too real!。