The camp of the Heavenly Wolf Department was completely empty at dusk.
The twilight was like blood, dyeing the wasteland a dark red.
The wind blew from afar, swirling up the ashes and dust on the ground, swirling in the air like countless silent sighs.
The tent was demolished, leaving only bare ground and wooden stakes deeply embedded in the dirt.
The wooden fence was knocked down and lay on the ground horizontally, some had been burned to charcoal, and some still had faint green smoke.
The ground was covered with dried blood, black, dark red, piece by piece, like scars from the earth. The air was filled with the smell of burning and blood, which lingered for a long time.
Wolf Hao stood in the middle of the camp, looking at the place where he had lived for thousands of years, and was silent for a long time.
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