He closed the lid and securely put away the soul tube.
"My dear wife, this afternoon is so boring, let's go rent a room." Huang Xiaolong nuzzled Song Yuru's shoulder, a lascivious smile on his face.
All the ferocious ghosts and aggrieved spirits that had been released had now returned to the soul tube. This resulted in the hunting dogs and hyenas that had been possessed, to flop onto the ground as if their souls had been sucked out, frothing at the mouth and their eyes dimmed, losing their vitality.
These hunting dogs and hyenas, their brains had been utterly destroyed. Even if they were not dead, they were already useless.
Upon exiting the dog farm, Huang Xiaolong drove his BYD F3 away, Song Yuru sat in the passenger seat, and the pitiful Little Long obediently lay down on the back seat.
"Darling, where should we go to rent the room?" Huang Xiaolong grinned.
