Ma Hehua glanced at him; he was quite handsome, but his heart wasn't very good.

"You raised those wolves outside?" Ma Hehua asked with certainty, looking at him.

"Hmph! Those beasts, as long as you give them some meat and beat them hard, they're easy to control?"

"Control? I think you've got it wrong. As the saying goes, you can't feed a wolf without it. Do you really think you have those wolves under your control?"

Ma Linghua looked at him with a half-smile, and the man was taken aback. "Heh! I, Old Deng, am not afraid at all."

He looked up at Ma Lihua, his expression momentarily stunned. "How come the girl next to you has a bone age that doesn't match her actual age?" he asked with curiosity.

"What are you looking at? I'll gouge your eyes out if you keep looking!" Ma Hehua was wary of him; her daughter was still young! Besides, this man didn't look like a good person at all.

"Oh! Brother Deng's strength? You think you can gouge out someone's eyes? You're just bragging!" Hua Niang said, swaying her hips seductively.

"Hey! Did you take a shower tonight?"

Hua Niang: “…………………………”

"Awoo..."

Just then, the howls of wolves rang out one after another outside. Old Deng stood up, glanced at the three members of the Ma family, and headed towards the door.

"Mother, what's wrong with him?"

"Hmph! Two tigers cannot share one mountain; there is a king among wolves."

"Shall we go take a look?"

Aren't you going to eat?

"No, let's eat!"

Hua Niang twisted her waist and glanced at the three of them. Why weren't they dizzy?

Old Niu walked into the kitchen, and seeing the graceful Du Juan, he was overcome with lust.

With a wicked smile, he stroked his beard, tossed the dead Xiaoping aside, and headed towards Dujuan.

Old Deng stood surrounded by wolves, his face showing no fear, but rather a madness and disdain.

He gripped the belt he had pulled out tightly in his hand; the belt seemed to be his weapon, and also a symbol of his arrogance.

"You beast, what good is intelligence?"

Old Deng gritted his teeth and said fiercely, his eyes flashing with a ruthless light.

Immediately afterwards, he swung the belt violently, whipping it towards the wolf king with a whooshing sound.

The belt drew an arc in the air, like a black lightning bolt, and lashed hard at the wolf king.

The wolf king winced in pain, baring its teeth and growling at Old Deng. Its eyes were filled with murderous intent, a gaze that seemed to pierce through one's soul.

Its fur stood on end, its body crouched slightly, adopting an attack posture, and it kept making "roar...roar...roar..." sounds from its throat, each sound filled with anger and warning.

The surrounding wolves also gathered around, their eyes filled with hatred.

The wolves stared intently at Old Deng, as if filled with endless hatred.

Their bodies were tense, ready to pounce on this despicable human at any moment for the sake of the wolf king.

Old Deng looked at the wolf pack around him, but his eyes only held mockery.

He thought to himself that he was just teasing these wolves, and they actually tried to fight back; they were practically courting death.

A slight, cruel smile played on his lips, as if he were enjoying the feeling of being in control.

Old Deng swung his belt again, this time with even more force, the belt striking the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

He brandished his belt and shouted, "Come on, you beasts, come and bite me if you dare!"

Enraged by his provocation, several wolves lunged forward, only to be stopped by the howl of the alpha wolf.

The wolf king seemed to be thinking of a strategy. It knew it couldn't attack blindly. This human was despicable, but also very cunning.

At this moment, Old Deng became increasingly smug and carried away. He paced back and forth among the wolves, continuing to whip the air with his belt, making a "crackling" sound.

The wolves surrounded him, their hatred growing stronger, and the air was thick with tension and danger, as if a bloody battle could break out at any moment.

The cold wind was as sharp as a knife, blowing fiercely, each gust seemingly carrying thorns, the biting cold making one shiver uncontrollably.

As Old Deng confronted the wolf pack, his movements of waving his belt gradually slowed down.

As he was fighting, his gaze inadvertently swept to the ground, and something unusual seemed to catch his eye.

Old Deng stopped what he was doing, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, the wolf king cleverly noticed Old Deng's distraction. It growled a few times and led the pack away quickly.

Old Deng's attention was completely drawn to the things on the ground, and he had no time to pay attention to the departing wolf pack.

He slowly walked toward the place that had caught his attention, a strange unease rising in his heart.

The things on the ground looked somewhat familiar, which made his heart beat faster involuntarily.

Old Deng's steps quickened, and he almost rushed forward, frantically rummaging through the things covered in tattered clothes.

The moonlight, like water, spilled across the earth, adding a touch of cool radiance to this cold night.

Under the bright moonlight, Old Deng finally saw clearly that there were five corpses lying on the ground.

His expression changed drastically in an instant. His face, which had been somewhat pale from the cold, became completely bloodless, and his lips trembled slightly.

His eyes were wide open, filled with shock and fear.

Old Deng carefully examined them and discovered that they were indeed the five people who had entered the shop that night.

Their bodies lay on the ground in a contorted position, their faces still bearing the marks of terror.

The tattered clothes fluttered in the cold wind, as if telling the story of the misfortunes they had suffered in their lives.

Old Deng's mind was in chaos; he didn't know why the five bodies were here.

A cold wind blew by, and he couldn't help but shiver, not only because of the cold, but also because of the sudden and terrifying scene before him.

He stood there blankly, staring at the five corpses, his mind racing. In the silence of the cold night, only his heavy breathing and the sound of the wind mingled together.

"Impossible. I set up an array on the door, and the surrounding area is covered with talismans. Ghosts can't get in at all."

Old Deng muttered to himself, "I have to get back now."

The five men's bodies had been completely devoured by wolves; apart from their heads, there wasn't a single piece of flesh left.

"Mother, when we came in, I took the copper coin off the door. If we take it back with us, we'll be rich."

Ma Hehua said with a look of self-satisfaction.

"Those are copper coins used to suppress evil spirits. They're usually used to set up formations, but since they've met us, they've found a good home."

As soon as Old Deng entered the door, he heard the conversation between those two unlucky women and the copper coins in Ma Hehua's hand, and his teeth ached.

No wonder! He was saying, how could a ghost get into an inn? Now he's really in for a headache.

"Give me back my copper coins," Old Deng said with a sinister look on his face.

Thinking that as long as he could get the copper coin back and put it in the groove, everything would be alright.