Chapter 923: The Guanyin Statue

Night had fallen, thick as pitch, and the wind cut like knives. Out in the desolate graveyard beyond the city walls, Frank Yale-the one who'd been dragged off earlier that day-had come back. He lay there like the living dead, sprawled and motionless. Grrr, grrr! Before long, low animal growls rippled through the dark. A dozen stray dogs sniffed their way over again, their noses leading them straight to Frank. They froze as one. Anyone who said dogs had no expressions had never seen this. They...