The other dogs in the shed started to bark, the sound of dragging iron chains suddenly ringing out, and Dahuang stood up in the dark.
The remaining dogs let out a couple of whimpers and huddled on the ground, not daring to move an inch. Dahuang lay back down with a sense of utter satisfaction; whenever any dog dared to bark, it had to go over and give it a bite.
Going downhill is harder than going up, but for Ning Jie, it was a lot faster.
Chapter 31