Blood flowed like waves.
Standing on the white gravel riverbed, looking at the scarlet altar in front of him and the finger bone upon it, Wu Dade said with a puzzled face,
"A heretic?"
"What the heck is this?"
However, in the eyes of the Big Black Dog, there was unprecedented seriousness as it said,
"A deadly thing, indeed!"
"So it turns out that not only the gray fog came along back then, but also a heretic..."
"No wonder, no wonder they all perished... When I went to look for my master, I was safe instead, while they... were in great danger..."
Sadness suddenly filled the face of the Big Black Dog as it continued,
"This emperor has missed the most tragic battle..."
At this moment, it was a completely different dog from its usual self, with eyes brimming with sorrow and nostalgia, as if it had been through the vicissitudes of life and was wrapped in a sense of solitude.
"Boss... I, Xiao Huang, have come back."
It murmured, then suddenly raised its paw.