Making this decision seemed to only take a short moment, but Wang Qing had already experienced a long-term battle between heaven and man in his heart.
Even though Wang Qing was reluctant to give up, he had no choice but to cut off his arms at this moment.
"I'm sorry, Xiaohei!"
Just after Wang Qing shouted these words in a painful tone.
In the night, a loud dog barked suddenly. .
Wang Qing was stunned.
Xie Xiaoyu, who was huddled behind the sycamore tree, was also stunned.
This dog barking clearly did not come from the lump in Wang Qing's arms.
But on the street ahead.
And, full of energy and joy.
"Xiao Hei...?"
Hearing the familiar barking of a dog, Wang Qing muttered two words in a daze.
If it was Xiao Hei who called out, then what was this one in her arms?
Before Wang Qing could fall into deep thought.
Under the illumination of the street lamp, another shadow emerged in the thick gray-white fog.
The shadow looked like a sea urchin that had been magnified several times.
The huge body extends outwards with countless flagellum-like tentacles.
The ends of several particularly cheerful tentacles were tied with bows.
"Eat, eat, eat..."
The dog was breathing heavily and running wildly in the mist.
Hearing the familiar voice of its owner, it felt like a child that had been lost for a long time and finally found its mother's arms and ran straight over.
The tentacles on his body also swayed more and more happily.
Visible joy.
In just a few blinks, the huge body had penetrated, and the thick fog ran in front of Wang Qing.
The dog let out a bark that Wang Qing was extremely familiar with.
"Woof woof woof! Woof woof woof!!!"
It's just that the voice that should have been loud and clear immediately became sweet and tender after getting close to Wang Qing.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes and heard it with his own ears, Xie Xiaoyu, who was hiding behind the sycamore tree, would even find it hard to believe it.
How could a dog make such a loud noise?
No, no...can that thing really be called a dog?
Xie Xiaoyu looked at the tentacles flying in the sky.
Apart from the barking, what does it look like like a dog?
But Wang Qing looked at the dog in front of him and ran towards his dog.
In his eyes, strong surprise burst out.
"Gouzi, nothing happened to you! It's great!"
Before Wang Qing could finish her words, he rushed towards her dog and passed her directly.
He rushed behind her.
"Woof woof woof!!!"
The sweet, tender, and clamping sound turned vicious in an instant.
Full of intense hostility.
The wind brought by it blew over Wang Qing's cheek, and even made Wang Qing feel a faint sting.
"Woof——"
With lightning speed, the dog suddenly threw the dark monster behind Wang Qing to the ground and suppressed it firmly.
From under the thick dog-haired tentacles, a red and hot tongue protruded, dripping with saliva.
You can lick the monster's body at any time.
However, I only heard a "beep" sound.
It sounded like a bubble being squeezed out of mud.
Immediately afterwards, the monster melted like wax in front of the dog at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just the blink of an eye, it turned into a puddle of mud. He merged back into the dark shadows on the ground.
Gouzi stood there blankly, still maintaining the posture of throwing the monster to the ground.
But the ground beneath him was empty.
Only the dog hair on its body was still stained with some black and smelly viscous liquid.
Wang Qing finally came to his senses, slowly turned his head and looked at his dog.
I only saw my dog lying on the ground stupidly.
"Silly boy, I'm here." Wang Qing helplessly shouted to Gouzi.
Even if this dog is not very good-looking, his eyes are not very good.
He rushed toward her, but he couldn't find her specific location and even rushed behind her.
However, Wang Qing felt happy in her heart.
Fortunately nothing happened to the dog.
But, the dog is here fine, so what is this one in her arms?
Wang Qing lowered his head and looked at the changing shape of the jacket he was holding in his arms.
As if smelling something, the dog lying on the ground also looked at Wang Qing's arms.
The tentacles were originally hanging on the ground because the target had disappeared.
In an instant, everyone stood up alertly.
The dog turned around, his eyes covered by thick dog hair tentacles staring dangerously at the thing in Wang Qing's arms.
Master, how can there be another dog? !
Feeling the aura wrapped in the coat, Gouzi's heart rang with alarm bells.
It will never allow its position to be challenged.
He is the best watchdog on the farm!
Staring at the coat that was constantly squirming and undulating, a low "wuwu" sound was squeezed out from the throat, with a strong warning meaning.
Hearing this sound, the thing wrapped in the coat seemed to feel the crisis, and its struggling movements gradually became smaller.
Gradually, the undulations of the coat became smaller and smaller.
It was just a subtle tremor in the end.
Under the cover of the cloth, the flesh and blood that kept sprouting and growing stopped all movements as if it had encountered a natural enemy.
Even the tender meat that had just grown showed signs of shrinking.
Only the blood vessels wrapped around the white bones were still pulsing slightly.
"Woah..."
From the flesh and blood, a bark was carefully squeezed out.
Because he was wrapped in his coat, he looked particularly depressed.
It's even more flattering.
"Woof woof woof!!"
He had no intention of letting down his guard because of this flattering bark.
The densely packed dog-haired tentacles began to spread out in a threatening manner.
Centered on it, the Inugami's aura spread throughout the entire street.
Compared to Kotou Village, which is backward but still has hundreds of villagers.
This street still seems too weak.
A low growl full of warning was squeezed out of Inugami's throat.
But the next moment, Wang Qing's voice sounded.
"Okay, okay, this dog is pitiful enough. It's so seriously injured. Let's take it to the hospital together."
Wang Qing's tone was gentle and kind, full of love for the injured puppy in his arms.
"Ugh..." Inugami snorted lowly.
A feeling of unspeakable grievance.
The lump in Wang Qing's arms finally stopped shaking.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Xie Xiaoyu felt a trace of warmth in his heart for some reason.
Could it be said that in the world of ghost stories, love also exists?
The danger had been removed, and Xie Xiaoyu's eyes moved to the garbage bag that Wang Qing had always carried in his hand.
She bit her lip and walked out from behind the sycamore tree.
"Sister Wang Qing."
