The setting sun painted the sky, and tall, unkempt grass filled Jingyang's vision. He realized belatedly how and when he had ended up in this desolate wilderness.,He looked around, taking in the scene. Amidst the towering and verdant grasses, he could faintly see corpses scattered everywhere. He had just been buried under a pile of them! Around these corpses in suits were scattered bullet casings and handguns… A gang war No way! What era is this, where gangsters still dare to be so wild,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。