Gao Wu: I Can Empathize with Spiritual Beasts, and Ferocious Beasts Rush to Recognize Me

Fifty years ago, the spiritual tide came, and wild beasts transformed into spiritual beasts, and everything outside the city became a beast realm. Shen Si, the handyman of the animal pen in South Alley, awakened the talent of "empathy" that was regarded as useless by the whole world - he could hear the voices of spiritual beasts. Fear, hunger, and sadness flooded into his brain, causing his nose to bleed and making him unable to distinguish between his own cries and those of the beast. Everyone said that the "mad beast" in the deepest part of the asylum deserved to die. Only he heard it, it was not madness, but mourning - a meritorious war beast calling its dead comrade. When the beast that was sentenced to death fell silent for the first time in his palm, a legend from the animal pen to the gate of the country began. Others asked: Can this beast be beaten? Shen Si asked: Does it hurt?