After an unknown amount of time, Jing Yang suddenly opened his eyes. Like waking from a dream, there was a feeling of disillusionment. Then came the sensation of being bound by something and suffocated by heavy objects... He struggled with all his might, dim light filtering through the cracks in the weight. Jing Yang struggled even more violently, pushing all the objects off his body. Finally, he was free from the restraints and no longer had to maintain an awkward posture. Although tired, he could lie comfortably on his back.,The wolf, controlled by Jingyang, paced to Jingyang's side and, with the perspective of an observer, looked at its own pale new appearance. The newly learned little guy was shorter than this adult wolf. Then he looked at the swaddled baby in the woman's arms who had been dead for a long time... Who was the original baby in the swaddle, and where did it go,All around, the increasingly frequent howls of wild wolves echoed.。