<div> Chapter 740: Childhood’s Fateful Encounter
 Drip——
 Drip——
 Droplets of rainwater fell along the eaves.
 Rustle——
 Under the eaves, a black trash bag was constantly shaking.
 It seemed that some small animal was struggling violently inside the bag, trying to break free from its confines.
 Rip——
 Suddenly, the trash bag was torn open, and a dirty little hand reached out.
 Then, another dirty little hand followed.
 The two dirty little hands worked together strenuously, managing to tear open a path of escape from the trash bag.
 A chubby little fat boy stood up from the bag, looking around blankly with his light red eyes full of confusion.
 One minute!
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 </div> Two minutes!
 Ten minutes!
 Soaked in the fine rain for a full half hour, the little fat boy seemed to finally realize his current situation.
 Wearing damp, ill-fitting clothes, he shrank back under the eaves, hugging his knees beside a foul-smelling trash can.
 Woof woof woof——
 However, misfortunes never come singly. Just as the little fat boy crouched down, trying to evade the continuous drizzle by hiding under the trash can and eaves,
 a series of barks rang in his ears.
 Whether it was out of fear of the barking or because he was drenched and suffering from hypothermia,
 the little fat boy curled up beside the trash can, shivering.
 His chubby, dirty little face was pale, with bloodless lips.
 Woof woof woof——
 The barking grew louder and more numerous.
 Shivering, the little fat boy looked up, his light red eyes filled with confusion.
 When he saw a group of filthy stray dogs surrounding him, eyes glinting with greed and drooling.
 Tears glistened in the little fat boy’s eyes, filled with terror.
𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚 No——
 Don’t bite me——
 My meat doesn’t taste good——
 The little fat boy shrank back against the trash can, sobbing and pleading with the stray dogs in a trembling voice.
 His eyes brimmed with tears of fear, yet boldly he tilted his head up, not letting them fall.
 Although frightened by the stray dogs that watched him intently, he stubbornly stared back into their eyes full of tears.
 An entirely mangy stray dog seemed unable to restrain its hunger.
 It tentatively approached the little fat boy, its scarred nose sniffing restlessly at the air, catching the boy’s scent.
 The little fat boy trembled, struggling to squeeze his small body into the gap between the trash can and the wall.
 Woof——
 Suddenly, the stray dog let out a loud howl.
 The little fat boy jumped in fright, shrinking even further back into the corner.
 Seeing the little fat boy’s timidity, the stray dogs’ eyes sparkled with excitement and greed.
 The next moment!
 More stray dogs began to approach him.
 They sniffed incessantly, catching the scent on the boy.
 Some even began tentatively biting his shoes and pant legs.
 Ah——
 The little fat boy cried out in terror.
 Desperately waving his arms and kicking his legs, attempting to drive the stray dogs away.
 But his struggles did not scare off the starving stray dogs; instead, it aroused their predatory instincts.
 A stray dog bared its sharp teeth, biting the boy’s arm as his hand swept past its nose.
 In an instant, blood spattered.
 Crimson drops flowed from the dog’s mouth, mingling with the rain on the ground.
 Ah——
 The little fat boy let out a heart-wrenching scream.
 And began to struggle even more violently.
 But the stray dog, having tasted blood, gulped greedily, shaking its head vigorously to rend and bite.
 Wanting nothing more than to swallow the little fat boy whole.
 It wouldn’t easily let go.
 Seeing their companion strike, the other stray dogs could no longer contain their hunger.
 They all lunged at the little fat boy.
 The little fat boy screamed in agony, flailing his limbs to escape the dogs’ mauling.
 But it was all in vain; they were starved beyond reason.
 To their eyes, the dirty little fat boy was the hope for surviving this cold and relentless autumn rain.
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 </div> Even just one bite of fatty meat could offer a glimmer of hope for survival.
 Driven by the primal instincts of survival and foraging, once domesticated, they began to reveal the beastly nature hidden in their bloodline.
 The little fat boy struggled, waving his arms in an attempt to escape the stray dogs’ bites.
 His light red pupils started to change color.
 Eventually, his eyes turned into a shade of emotionless crimson.
 Those cold eyes overflowed with endless madness and bloodlust.
 They were more like those of a beast than the eyes of the stray dogs.
 The little fat boy stopped struggling but emanated a ferocious aura.
 Like a beast about to awaken.
 That terrifying presence made the stray dogs biting him pause.
 Fear showed in their eyes.
 The more timid ones tucked their tails and began to retreat continuously.
 Awooo—
 The little fat boy tilted his head back and let out a howl unlike that of a human.
 The bloody arms that had been bitten swung forcefully, flinging away the stray dogs that hadn’t yet let go.
 The little fat boy struggled to his feet and pounced on one of the stray dogs.
 He opened his mouth and savagely bit the throat of the stray dog he had pounced on.
 Awooo—
 The stray dog let out a pitiful wail.
 The little fat boy looked up, his face covered with blood.
 He looked like a grim ghost that had crawled out from Hell, with stray dog flesh and fur still in his mouth.
 Gulp—
 The little fat boy didn’t even chew and swallowed the piece of raw dog meat with fur into his stomach.
 The next second!
 The little fat boy, on all fours, charged into the pack of stray dogs.
 In an instant, cries of agony erupted one after another.
 Some stray dogs started to run, but before they got a few steps away, they were grabbed by a small bloody hand pulling on their tails.
 Ignoring their fierce struggles and wails, they were forcibly dragged back.
 Half an hour later—
 The cries of agony subsided.
 Streams of crimson blood flowed out of the alley, staining the rainwater on the road red.
 The strong scent of blood could be clearly sensed even a hundred meters away.
 Within the dim alley, unsettling sounds of chewing and swallowing could be heard from time to time.
 Tap tap tap—
 At this moment, an old-style cloth shoe walked through the puddles, approaching from afar.
 When the owner of the cloth shoes saw the blood on the ground, their steps paused.
 "Hmm?"
 "Grandpa, that’s blood."
 A crisp child’s voice called out.
 It turned out the owner of the cloth shoes had a little girl with braided pigtails on his back.
 "Hmm!"
 "Xinyan, be good. Grandpa will have a look."
 With the slightly aged voice of the owner of the cloth shoes,
 a silhouette leaped down from a nearby rooftop: "Sect Master, why don’t I go instead?"
 The old man shook his head: "No need, you take care of Xinyan."
 Hearing the Sect Master’s words, the silhouette said no more.
 Respectfully, they took the little girl from the old man’s back.
 The old man drew a dagger, holding it cautiously as he stepped into the alley.
 When he saw the little fat boy sitting amidst the corpses of the stray dogs, covered in wounds and blood, even the well-experienced old man showed a shocked expression.
 But soon, the shock on his face was replaced by delight.
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 </div> Hahaha—
 Good, good, good—
 An Innate Evil Body, a very suitable candidate for tomb-raiding.
 The old man laughed, quickly walking to the little fat boy’s side.
 Hearing the footsteps, the little fat boy looked up, staring at the old man with bloody red eyes.
 The next second!
 The little fat boy leapt up, baring his teeth and claws at the old man.
 The old man nimbly sidestepped, evading the little fat boy’s pounce and bite, delivering a hand chop to the back of the little fat boy’s neck.
 The little fat boy instantly rolled his eyes and fainted.
 The old man reached out to catch the little fat boy as he fell to the ground.
 With a chuckle, he said, "No wonder it’s an Innate Evil Body, so fierce indeed."
 "Since you want a bite of everything, how about we call you Taotie from now on."</div>
 

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Chapter 740: Childhood’s Fateful Encounter

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