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…,A string of doubts flashed through his mind like electricity, but Jing Yang knew there was no time. He immediately controlled the body of the wolf in the middle, without hesitation, slammed into the wolf on the left, then let out a low growl and pounced on the wolf on the right, launching a surprise attack! Jing Yang howled, biting down hard on the struggling wolf's throat, gushing blood into his mouth.,Soon, the wild wolf stopped struggling. Jing Yang felt a strange aura again, drilling into his heart, both cold and hot. His heart twitched violently. Just as he had struggled to stand up, he fell back onto his buttocks.。