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They stood outside the gate, listening to the sounds inside, and felt their legs go weak, but the young master had an expression of extreme pleasure, as if the screams and wails were a wonderful kind of faint music. When they went in to clean up the aftermath, the scene they encountered almost made them vomit. A perfectly healthy boy, bitten all over by ferocious dogs, not a single piece of flesh intact. Especially his back, where blood trailed in serpentine paths, even half of the man's prized possession had been bitten off, such a sight, once seen, they would never forget for the rest of their lives, sometimes even haunting their dreams. The boy, who was already out of breath, had only his eyes intact, eerily wide open, causing them such anxiety that they had nightmares for several nights in a row.
