Jingyang lowered his head again and saw, under the pile of corpses, another female corpse. She was dressed in an ordinary gray coat, her eyes half-open as if she hadn't died peacefully. He wasn't a forensic doctor, so he couldn't tell how long the woman and the other men in suits had been dead. But he could see that in the stiff hand of the deceased woman, she was tightly clutching a scattered, empty swaddling cloth…,The wild wolf lifted its hind leg and scratched its neck, then continued to bite down. Jing Yang suppressed his breathing and moved back again… Then, he heard the sound he didn't want to hear most: rustling in the grass beside him. Soon, two wild wolves with blood dripping from their mouths emerged from either side, their green eyes fixed on Jing Yang.,Facing the three increasingly menacing, man-eating wolves, in that instant when the sense of impending death shrouded his heart, Jing Yang felt his brain cells wither and regenerate at an unprecedented rate, desperately trying to find a way to survive. No matter how imaginative he was, it seemed unrealistic. Was this even a transmigration Before he could figure it out, he was about to be devoured by wolves again, or perhaps just have a meal...。