What the hell, you three damn dogs, are you toying with your prey or saving this fresh meat for last,A strand of soft hair, unique to children, drifted in Jingyang's afterglow.,Recalling the heart-wrenching pain he had felt before waking, Jing Yang looked around. Surrounded by these corpses, half-buried in towering weeds, he finally understood the reason for his dream-like experience.。