For three consecutive days, the news on television has been reporting irrelevant matters.
This situation only makes Sun Yan and his group feel more anxious.
Logically speaking, such a big incident should have prompted the state army to settle things by now, right?
Yet, there hasn't been any good news, and no result is the worst result.
Fortunately, Sun Yan brought back quite a lot of supplies from the town's supermarket last time, so his group doesn't have to worry about food and water for now.
"Jackson, are you sure this dog isn't a Hellhound? Normally, only Demons can control flames."
In the graveyard's front yard, Roken slumps on a chair, grilling a skinned chicken on flames skewered by an iron stick.
And the source of the flames is Dahuang lying on the ground, spitting fire.
Nowadays, its control over fire is increasingly precise, preventing any accidental fire outbreaks.
"Hellhound? Dahuang has the blood of a cursed beast."
