Qin Men opened his eyes and realized it was dark all around him. He suddenly frowned; he felt a slight trembling from the mysterious cauldron inside his consciousness, as if it was excited for some reason. Then he took a deep breath and flicked his hand, a wisp of flame appeared at the tip of his index finger, and he found that no one was around him, he was alone.
And as soon as the surrounding was illuminated his face lost the colour.
In front of him stood a group of creatures, similar to wolves, but not quite similar. They had two heads instead of one, and they were covered in a number of crimson eyes, rolling and twisting, saliva dribbled out of their stinking mouths, and their ugly tongues lolling out.
Other than heads they had a few eyes on their bodies as well, and it gave Qin Meng a nauseous feeling. The sight was too disgusting for him to look at. The tails of the monsters were longer than their bodies, dragging on the ground, but they were not thicker than a normal rope.
