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The plane continued to spin and glide, flying lower and lower, before dropping a soft ladder from its side. A person descended the ladder, but halfway down, they suddenly spotted a dark mass approaching in waves—the Wolf Pack.
"Wolves!" he shouted, his voice trembling as he hesitated whether to continue down.
One person on the plane leaned out to look at the pack, adjusting the aircraft's trajectory to face them and began firing rapidly.
The wolves slowed their charge as the person on the ladder quickly secured a rope around the rigid figure of Xiao Qiang below. Giving an OK sign upwards, they watched as the bound individual was swiftly lifted into the air by the plane's movement.
Seeing Xiao Qiang being taken away, the Wolf Pack roared, undeterred by the hail of bullets as they charged forward with ferocity.
Unfortunately, they were a step too late; the plane completed its turn and buzzed away.
A figure emerged from the pack, bending down to pick up a chain from the ground, gazing intently in the direction where the plane had flown off.
If only Xiao Qiang hadn’t been knocked out by a tranquilizer gun, he could have reminisced with his good brother Wu Yi. But this world was strange; it wasn't too big yet those you didn't want to see always crossed your path. It wasn't too small either, yet encounters were always fleeting. There were countless things for sale—various trinkets and oddities—but regret was not among them.
Wu Yi was not dead; he had been pulled out by the wolves. Though alive, he had lost too much blood and remained unconscious. The wolves took him to a cave to recover, where he drank diluted wolf blood mixed with spring water and feasted on prey caught by them.
The attack on the military camp was led by Wu Yi when he sensed that Xiao Qiang was in danger, but he hadn’t anticipated that Xiao Qiang would flee amidst the chaos.
In rescuing Xiao Qiang, many wolves had sacrificed their lives.
Wu Yi longed to understand why Xiao Qiang stubbornly chose to stay in 2038 when he had ample time to leave. He picked up the chain and held it close to his chest, closing his eyes in reverence, hoping to connect with him through the Reincarnation Card Chain.
The Wolf Pack surrounded Wu Yi. In some mystical way, they seemed to be coordinating their actions. A wolf lying on the ground licked its front paws; it was likely the Head Wolf leading the pack. With an air of authority and vigilance befitting a king, it surveyed its surroundings.
A Gray-Tailed Male Wolf stood nearby, intently sniffing at something. After a moment of investigation, it suddenly elongated its snout and emitted a sharp low growl.
Both Wu Yi and the Head Wolf heard the call of the Gray-Tailed Male Wolf and approached it together, followed closely by more wolves trailing behind them.
Following the sound's indication, Wu Yi squinted at a series of footprints before turning back to glance at the Head Wolf, appearing somewhat sorrowful. He reached out to stroke its fur beneath its neck, nodding slightly and waving his hand.
Wu Yi was saying goodbye to the Wolf Pack. He had to complete Xiao Qiang's unfinished task: to investigate the source of the Living Dead virus. He felt compelled to search for clues, but how could he approach humans with a pack of wolves?
The wolves were reluctant to leave Wu Yi, shaking the fur along their spines as they turned back multiple times before departing. Unlike dogs, wolves did not pant while running; they were aggressive animals, and panting would undermine their dignity.
No one knew the story he shared with this Wolf Pack. His blood flowed with that of wolves, combined with the strange arm he possessed—half a creation of Professor R and half innate.
Wu Yi followed the tracks left by Xiao Qiang through the trampled and tangled grass. Behind him came a faint rustling sound. He turned his head slightly.
A small Wolf Cub, who had not followed the pack, was quietly trailing behind him.
"Go away," Wu Yi tried to shoo it off, deliberately putting on a fierce expression as he turned to chase it away.
Seeing him attempt to scare it off, the Wolf Cub looked up at him with pitiful eyes and whined softly. It took a few steps back but quickly returned to follow him again. The three-month-old Wolf Cub seemed to understand human emotions.
There was a twisty tale behind why this Wolf Cub insisted on staying close to Wu Yi.
Its parents had been shot in an accident, leaving the Wolf Cub orphaned and howling in despair. It was a heart-wrenching sight, and Wu Yi temporarily took on the responsibility of caring for this Wolf Cub.
Thus, the Wolf Cub became deeply dependent on him. No matter how hard he tried to shoo it away, it wouldn’t budge. Together, they walked slowly along the path searching for Xiao Qiang's traces.
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Under the largest mulberry tree with the most abundant leaves, Zou Bo gently laid down his wife, reminiscing about their past experiences together—the poignant stories they had shared.
Zou Bo worked in geological exploration, often away from home. He felt he owed his wife too much in this life. Tears streamed down his face as he buried his hands deep in the soil; at that moment, his heart felt as if it would shatter from softness. His quiet sobs and trembling shoulders moved anyone who witnessed them to tears.
Suddenly, he turned around sharply to find a person and a wolf standing behind him. The man looked disheveled and tall like a beggar, while the wolf was a cub resembling a small dog.
Zou Bo silently turned back and leaned close to his wife's ear, whispering, "Wait for me." He then gently placed her in the grave he had dug.
Wu Yi did not know Zou Bo but could smell Xiao Qiang's scent emanating from him. His senses surpassed human limitations—his sense of smell and hearing were extraordinary.
"Who are you?" Zou Bo glared at Wu Yi with hostility. He was unwilling to part with Xiao Qiang and was pained by having gained such warmth at such a terrible cost. Even now, he could hardly believe what he saw; his son had been handed over to these Guerrilla Military forces who shot at unarmed people. Was there no place left for humanity in this world? Upon seeing Wu Yi, his guard was raised to one hundred percent.
Wu Yi remained silent, merely lifting the Chain in his hand. The Chain trembled slightly, and the crescent-shaped pendant at its center was particularly eye-catching, swaying gently and drawing Zou Bo's gaze.
"This Chain belongs to Xiao Qiang," he said sharply. "How did it end up in your hands?"
"I am his friend."
"What kind of monsters are you?" Zou Bo exclaimed, swiftly grabbing the iron shovel resting on a nearby branch, his tone growing more intense.
"We are not monsters; we are mutants, orphans who have lost our parents and loved ones."
Zou Bo's scrutinizing gaze never left Wu Yi as he continued to observe him. "Don't come to me with your sob stories; I'm not a philanthropist. In this world, orphans are as common as dirt." However, upon hearing that they were mutants, he felt a flicker of doubt, wondering if he had misheard. He quickly sought confirmation: "You are mutants?" His eyes fell on the pitiful Wolf Cub beside Wu Yi. "What is going on here?"
Wu Yi nodded. "Yes, we are mutants." He looked down at the Wolf Cub and explained, "It didn't want to leave me, so it followed."
Zou Bo had heard tales of mutants before. The sight of Xiao Qiang transforming and charging into the Guerrilla Military camp had been both terrifying and exhilarating, confirming that this person before him was not lying.
He mirrored his inner thoughts with his actions and put the iron shovel down. His tone softened slightly as he said to Wu Yi, "Let's go home."
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