Chapter 185 — Mad Dog
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Little Wan, her lovely face gone pale, laid the Wild Wolf Daoist's body on the ground and was about to ask after him when suddenly her countenance changed; she put her hand before his mouth and nose, and in that instant stood dumb as a wooden fowl!
"He... the Daoist, he..."
Zhou Yixuan said urgently, "What's happened to him?"
Little Wan's lips trembled faintly, her eyes brimming with tears, and she wept out in a shaking voice: "The Daoist... he has stopped breathing."
Zhou Yixuan was struck dumb too, wooden and wordless.
Amid little Wan's mournful, choking sobs, beneath the faint glimmer in the darkness, upon the Wild Wolf Daoist's strange face, amid all that agony of expression, there faintly lingered a smile twisted out of the pain itself.
He was dead, like a mad dog that had died!
In this world, who has ever been sane?