The gnawing sound was especially ear-piercing in the dark night, appearing abnormally terrifying and making one's hair stand on end.
In less than the time for an incense stick to burn, the wolf in front of him was gone, turning into a pile of bones.
Seven Ghost took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and elegantly wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth. His expression was completely different from his earlier expression.
"Ah, fresh flesh and blood, it really makes one drool."
His cold voice echoed in the dark night.
At this moment, in addition to his sigh, there was the sound of broken footsteps, accompanied by a biting cold wind.
To be precise, the sound of the wind was very mixed, as if there was a hurricane drifting past.
Seven Ghost was slightly stunned. He raised his head and turned his head in the direction of the wind. Then, the sky full of copper coins shot toward him with a terrifying black light.
