Wild Dog had fled—it wasn't a big deal.
I wasn't the type to be excessively ruthless, insisting on cutting down the weeds and digging out the roots.
The issue was that the Wild Dog had hidden behind the gravestone, and the serpent couldn't get anywhere close to it.
Moreover, the kind of resentful, cold gaze filled with hatred that was directed at me and Yu Longting—I was very familiar with the contours and shape of a human eye.
It seemed like I had seen it somewhere, but I couldn't recall at the moment.
I was certain that the dog had undergone more than just an eye transplant.
The feeling it gave me was that it was a person, and one who bore deep hatred towards both me and Yu Longting.
"If the snake can't get close, does that mean I can't either? Just kill it," Yu Longting said, never vague when it came to killing, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared beside the gravestone.
