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Tan Ming cautiously lowered his guard, trying to appear a bit gentler. He carefully reached out and placed his hand on Yan Qing's head, slowly soothing his agitation. Yan Qing's gaze was fixed on him like that of a predator watching its prey, showing no signs of movement.
Taking a bold step, Tan Ming gently stroked Yan Qing's head a couple of times. To his surprise, Yan Qing obediently allowed the touch and even rubbed against his palm, emitting a low, rumbling sound from his throat. The familiar scent of Tan Ming calmed him.
Suddenly, Senior Zhang Liu broke the silence with his voice. Yan Qing immediately withdrew his claws and bared his teeth at Zhang Liu, becoming agitated in an instant. With a powerful push of his hind legs, he leaped forward to pounce on him.
Tan Ming reacted just in time, pushing Zhang Liu aside. Yan Qing landed on Tan Ming, knocking him down and pinning him to the ground. His claws gripped Tan Ming's neck like iron pincers, and the scent of fresh meat left Yan Qing with no resistance. He extended his tongue and licked a few times, his sharp teeth sinking into Tan Ming's flesh.
Tan Ming's expression suddenly froze, and his face changed instantly. Zhang Liu rushed over and kicked Yan Qing away with all his might. Yan Qing tumbled backward, hitting his head against the edge of a table. The sudden pain jolted his senses awake, breaking through the fog in his mind.
"Senior!" Zhang Liu helped Tan Ming up, revealing a red and swollen wound on Tan Ming's back that had split open and was oozing blood. Yan Qing's vision widened as he noticed everyone looking at him in fear.
His consciousness lingered on the moment he was scratched by the Giant Bat; after that incident, he only had vague memories. Why couldn't he make a sound?
Looking down at his hands, he was horrified to see that they had transformed into sharp claws. Panic surged within him as he hurried to the large mirror in the dining room. The reflection revealed a powerful and agile Gray Wolf staring back at him. Yan Qing froze for a moment.
He had completely turned into a wolf!
Oh my goodness!
He whimpered softly as the fur on his body bristled. He found it hard to accept this new form. Instinctively, he reached behind him with one thought in mind: to eat something quickly to recover.
However, he realized that his backpack had long since disappeared. He quickly scanned the crowd and found the bag lying in a strange area, surrounded by scattered pieces of clothing. He slowly walked over.
People had witnessed his earlier frenzy and instinctively recoiled in fear, keeping their distance as if to avoid him altogether. Naturally, Yan Qing also sensed the wary glances directed at him, but he couldn't afford to think too much about it or offer any explanations; all he wanted was to regain his human form.
As he approached, his gaze fell upon Tan Ming, who was being supported by Zhang Liu. Tan Ming's face was pale, his lips dry and white, and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, streaming down his cheeks in a continuous flow.
Tan Ming.
The pain in Tan Ming's back made him break out in a cold sweat. Despite this, he managed to force a faint smile at Yan Qing, though it appeared weak and strained.
Yan Qing’s transformation was not without consequence; he felt responsible for what had happened. Seeing Tan Ming like this filled him with a sense of urgency, but Zhang Liu stepped in front of him, coldly warning, "Get away from here."
At that moment, Yan Qing's earlier frenzy had completely subsided; his gaze was no longer fierce. It was precisely because of this change that Zhang Liu felt safe enough to speak to him in such a manner.
Leave?
Where could he go?
Could he control himself if he stayed here?
I...
I won't give you another chance to hurt Senior again.
Yan Qing keenly caught a hint of something else in those words. Looking closely at Tan Ming again, he noticed the clear bite marks on his neck—an alarming sight that seemed to narrate the brutality of what had just occurred.
Nearby, Qi Qiuluo was also clutching his neck, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Yan Qing.
Fragments of memory flickered through Yan Qing's mind—he remembered pouncing on someone and sinking his teeth into them with ferocity.
The taste of blood still lingered in his mouth, filling him with an overwhelming sense of disgust and guilt.
"I didn't mean to," Yan Qing said, looking at Tan Ming, his voice heavy with regret and shame.
He choked back a sob, the sound escaping him in a broken whisper.
Deep within his eyes lay a lingering terror, the kind that comes from losing control, as if he had plunged into an endless abyss of darkness—truly a horrifying experience. He felt like a mere tool, manipulated by an invisible hand, his mind consumed by a primal urge to devour, leaving no room for rational thought.
Though he had calmed down somewhat, no one dared to approach him, uncertain if he might lose control again.
Shen Jianghuan took a small step forward, her tone gentle and soothing as she asked, "Yan Qing, can you understand what we are saying?"
Yan Qing nodded vigorously, his eyes filled with an intense desire to be understood. His lips trembled slightly as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know where to begin.
"Your current state is frightening," Shen Jianghuan continued. "You suddenly became agitated and unintentionally hurt many people, including Tan Ming. Do you understand?"
She hoped Yan Qing would take the initiative to distance himself from them.
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