She used all her strength to try to squeeze through the gap, but the door was like an unbreakable barrier, keeping her firmly outside.
Seeing this, the younger brother also fiercely bit at the black pillars of the gate with his teeth. However, the gate seemed to feel nothing, letting them bite it without moving.
They tried to work together to dig an escape route underground, but they were met with a huge, hard, flat rock. This rock stood like a natural barrier, cold and unforgiving, blocking their way.
On the surface, it is covered only with a thin layer of soil and dried palm leaves, like a weak camouflage, unable to conceal the solidity hidden beneath.
She roared, running frantically back and forth in front of the door, then slamming it shut with all her might once more.
Every time she moved even slightly, she would be violently bounced back to her original position by an invisible force, as if an unseen hand was stopping her.
She heard that deep voice whisper in her ear again, as if it were a call from hell: "The door is locked, you are bound by chains."
She tried to locate the source of the sound, but it was pitch black all around her, and she couldn't see anything. She sniffed hard, but couldn't smell anything either.
There are no safe routes in any direction.
Every door on the man-made cliff was closed, and the wood was thick and hard.
There is nowhere to go.
Another path meandered ahead, and suddenly, the sound rang out again, like the sigh of the night.
The darkness before them was gently torn apart by a silhouette, revealing a huge coniferous tree that rose diagonally from the black soil, towering majestically as tall as ten people.
However, when she looked up and around, all she saw was still pitch black, as if what she had just seen was just an illusion.
A muffled groan, short and heavy, broke the silence of the night.
Her heart tightened, and she turned and ran into the woods. The wet leaves rustled under her feet, like countless tiny hands gently caressing her.
The branches overhead were intertwined, whipping her body from time to time and causing sharp pain.
Hurry, hurry! He could hear his younger brother's footsteps following closely behind, rushing through the darkness.
They passed through the tree, around the spring, through the dense blackberry thicket, and jumped over the tangled bushes.
Through the hazy darkness, beyond the massive rocks that surrounded them.
Suddenly, she heard someone calling her.
A familiar voice.
Then came the voice of a second person.
The sound grew louder and louder, eventually becoming a chorus, creating a huge clamor.
At the same time, an indescribable odor quietly wafted over—the scent of death, cold and decaying, sending chills down one's spine.
Fear, like a ghost in the night, silently eroded her soul.
Despair and rage intertwined, like a mad serpent, tightly coiling around her, making it impossible for her to breathe.
Immediately afterwards, she felt something wrap around her feet.
So she twisted away with all her might and roared loudly.
The trunk grew narrower and steeper, almost vertical, and was damp and slippery. When she scratched at it, the bark cracked like animal hide.
"Hahaha, this is a trap, haven't you realized it yet?" the voice laughed. "You're trapped. It's like your soul is trapped inside a wolf's body, unable to leave..."
"No, no!" Zhao Zhilan tried to shout, but only a few wails came out.
At that moment, she suddenly felt her front foot lighten, as if she had stepped into an invisible void. The damp tree bark was extremely slippery, as if coated with a layer of oil, and her soles slipped helplessly on it.
In an instant, her body lost its balance and tilted sharply to one side. With a terrified scream, she began her endless fall.
"No... someone help me!" Zhao Zhilan cried out helplessly, "Lin Mo... where are you? Please come and help me!"
In fear and rage, she fell, fell, curling into a ball. The earth magnified rapidly in her eyes, like a gaping monster, eager to devour her, to smash her to pieces...
Then, everything went black before her eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself lying in a steel cage.
Not far away, several men wearing thick leather coats were staring at him.
"Boss Pu, is this thing really human?" a man asked.
“That’s right!” the man known as Boss Pu nodded. “I never imagined that humans in the mortal realm would also learn this skill! Separating the soul and possessing the wolf’s body…”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhilan trembled. "What? They call us mortals?"
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