There was only one way up the beast god's mountain, for the rest was all covered in thorns and poisonous things.
The black dog leader watched the familiar scenery and followed behind, trembling.
Ahead of him was Hu Jiu, and was not.
Inside her body was the witcher spirit.
Or a part of the witcher spirit.
The real witcher spirit was still under the beast god's mountain.
Soon they arrived at the large pit where the black dog leader threw away the deformed shapeshifter before. From above, you could hardly see the bottom.
"I should thank you." Hu Jiu's voice sounded gloomy. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had the chance to get out."
It was those dead deformed shapeshifters that gave it the chance.
The black dog leader didn't dare to respond casually.
Hu Jiu didn't seem to care, either. She looked at the big pit. "Beast god… Heh, do you think you can suppress me forever? Now I'm going to get out…"
