Ah San excitedly ran towards the wolf cub. Since the wolf cub was alive, his wolf brothers might also be alive, just hiding somewhere, waiting for him to call them.

Yes, that must be it, Ah San thought happily.

Just then, with a buzzing sound, the strange patterns on the ground began to rotate, and a faint red light emanated from them.

The Indians stopped.

The little wolf, oblivious to everything, continued running towards the Indian, stepping into the central pattern.

That was the place where the Zhao family disciples performed their magic.

Awooo... Awooo... Awooo...

Ah San was in a hurry and waved for Little Wolf to leave.

Although he didn't understand what the strange patterns were for, he was sure they weren't good things.

The little wolf was confused. Why wouldn't the king let it pass? Did its king no longer want it?

Awooo... Awooo... Awooo...

As the strange patterns grew increasingly bloody, Ah San's eyes bleed with anxiety.

The little wolf was bewildered and at a loss, tears welling up in its eyes. "King, do you think it's useless and don't want it anymore?"

Threads of tendrils, like thin blood vessels, sprouted from the soil along the strange patterns.

The vines, like newborn babies, sway and undulate, curiously observing the outside world.

Sensing the life force emanating from the wolf cub, they happily stretched out their pointed snouts and circled around it.

The Indian man's blood rushed to his head; he was the king, and a king has the duty to protect his subordinates.

Just moments before, he was deceiving himself into thinking that his wolf brothers were hiding somewhere, waiting to reunite with him.

At this moment, he was exceptionally clear-headed.

He had no brothers left, only his little wolf cub, and he couldn't lose it too.

How can he save the little wolf?

Feeling lost and helpless, he spotted the black bottle in Zuo Ling's hand.

Her eyes narrowed. How did the woman manage to suppress the eerie patterns?

In a flash, the bottle in Zuo Ling's hand was snatched away.

Ah San leaped into the center of the formation, cut the ropes, grabbed the wolf cub, and threw it towards Zuo Ling.

"Ah San!"

Zuo Ling was so shocked that her hair stood on end. "No, don't!"

Ah San smiled at Zuo Ling, tilted his head back, and drank the thick, dark liquid.

Xiao Hao shouted, "No, don't drink it!"

Although Pei Nansheng disliked the Indians, he felt a pang of anxiety at that moment.

It was too late. It was too late to say anything. The moment Ah San took away Zuo Ling's bottle, it was already too late.

It sounds slow, but everything happens in the blink of an eye.

The little wolf didn't understand what was happening and nestled in Zuo Ling's arms, whimpering.

After dropping the bottle, Ah San opened his mouth towards Zuo Ling's direction, "Jie... Sister."

He forced a smile and was finally able to call out "sister" correctly, just like Xiao Hao.

It's a pity, we can never do it again.

The toxins were rampant, his consciousness was blurred, black blood was gushing from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, death aura surrounded him, and every part of his body was in pain. He couldn't even utter another word.

But he knew his sister was watching him. His smile widened, and after silently uttering a few words, he could no longer hold on and collapsed. His eyes, however, remained stubbornly fixed on Zuo Ling.

Countless vines attacked Ah San, but Ah San seemed oblivious to the pain, stubbornly keeping his eyes wide open.

"I know, I know, I will definitely take good care of Little Wolf, don't worry, don't worry, I know, I know..."

Zuo Ling was ignorant of pharmacology, so naturally she wouldn't research antidotes. She searched for all the highly poisonous substances she could find, and was extremely careful every time she came into contact with them.

Her heart was bleeding, and tears streamed down her face. Her beloved younger brother, Ah San…

She knew that what Ah San wanted to say was, "I'll give my life for itss, sister, please take good care of it for me!"

Ah San, Ah San, why did you stab your sister's heart with your life? I was sure I could save Little Wolf. Why didn't you wait for your sister? Why did you have to risk your life to save him?

Having received his sister's promise, Ah San smiled and breathed his last, his body instantly swallowed by the vines.

“Ah San…”

“Ah San…”

Zuo Ling called out Ah San's name with a heart-wrenching and agonizing cry.

Sensing Zuo Ling's emotions, the little wolf looked blankly at its king.

Where is the king? What happened to its king?

Awooo... Awooo... Awooo...

The little wolf looked pleadingly at Zuo Ling, "Please, save my king."