Chapter 77 Born a Wolf

The night was so dark that there wasn't even a ray of moonlight. The only light source was the dim stars in the sky. The campsite that they hastily found was a canvas of darkness. This place seemed even darker than the wasteland around them. Silence persisted. The only noise was the faint sound of breathing. The group had changed their campsite three times in a single night. Even if their bodies were made of iron, they would inevitably go hungry. Out of the blue, a sniffling sound came from afar. It didn't sound like the wolves were trying to ambush them but the person on guarding duty was still nervous. Ye Que opened his eyes momentarily before shutting them again. Soon, the sound became closer and it became clear who it was. It was the independent female disciple from the Silent Monastery. She was still riding her plump goldfish but the fish appeared to be in a miserable condition. Half of its golden scales were gone, exposing its pink and tender flesh. Its la