The story does not only happen in Fenghuai small town.

Move the time forward a little and return to the time when the rain hits the city on the third day of August.

Then raise the perspective, move it farther, and move it to the vast Xincang Mountains that Fenghuai leans against.

Here are steep cliffs and tall trees, deep valleys and long abyss, and looking up, you can see a long and narrow sky.

The dark clouds were getting heavier, and a heavy rain was in the mouth of the gods. The breeze was exposed from the lips and teeth, gradually getting heavier, and the woods were shaking.

A figure staggered.

Mo Wuqiang swallowed a mouthful of blood that surged into his throat, but the wound on his left arm cracked again, and a few drops of blood inevitably fell to the ground.

He stopped, picked up the blood-sucking soil, swallowed it into his belly, and teared off a piece of his trouser legs again, bandaging it out for a while.

A heavy rain is coming. If the experience of the past few decades is based on the experience, the rain will cover up the traces and disperse the smell of blood. All methods of finding traces by beasts will fail, so he will no longer have to worry about covering the traces.

But this time it was different. He felt really hard to calm down when he thought of the beast's ghostly perception of blood.

The rain washes the wound and blood will definitely overflow. This heavy rain may not be on his side.

But he had no choice. The bow and axe had been discarded, leaving only a small dagger on his waist. He could only run faster and faster.

Their entry into the mountains this time was too deep.

When he first discovered traces of that thing, he became tempted to retreat. He hunted for half his life and killed several tigers and leopards, but he had never seen a cat with such a pace.

But the younger generations were full of energy and said that the fifth uncle is old but he is too brave. Even if he is a big tiger, we have more than a dozen people, but we can't beat him one?

There is also Gangzi in the team, and his father is the dead soul in the belly of this beast. How can he persuade him?

The most pitiful thing is Yun Sheng. Yun Sheng is a smart kid. He saw that Yun Sheng believed it, but he was unwilling to leave alone, so he went with his brothers in the end.

But hunting is not about courage, and that thing is not about prey.

A drop of raindrops dripped onto his dry lips. Mo Wu panted and raised his head. The heavy raindrops visible to the naked eye fell vertically towards his eyes. Mo Wu closed his eyes and caught them, and his eyelids felt a slight pain.

The rain is coming so hard.

Mo Wu stepped up his pace again. His only life was to pass the cable bridge before the beast came. As long as the bridge was cut off, no matter what it was, it would not be possible to jump over a deep ravine more than twenty feet wide.

He staggered over a steep slope and suddenly a stream appeared in front of him. Mo Wu looked down and the source disappeared into the dense trees of the high cliffs. Mo Wu showed joy on his face. This was the stream flowing from the mouse pool. Since this pool was above, it means that he was fortunate that he had no lost path, and was not far from the cable bridge.

Mo Wu looked around and barely found a path that could pass by the stone. He stepped on the stone carefully. However, after taking two steps, he stepped on the slippery moss with all his strength and slid into the stream with one foot.

As soon as half of his calf entered the water, Mo Wu froze. The first feeling was the biting coldness. The next moment, the real feeling surged up - how could this water be hot?!

Mo Wu quickly pulled out his calves, crouched on the stone and gently stroked his legs and feet with his hands. For a moment, the water inlet part had turned red. He looked up and found that the entire stream was slightly steaming with vague water vapor.

Fortunately, the water was not hot. Although the skin was not hurt, the cool rain kept hitting it, and it was no longer injuring. Mo Wu glanced at the stream incredible way, but at this time he was unintentional and powerless to explore the reason, and just stepped on the stone more carefully.

The moment I stepped on the ground, my body, which had been holding the strength, suddenly relaxed my trembling thighs could no longer support me and fell on the shore.

He gasped and lowered his head, twisting his embarrassing image in the stream.

Dirty and broken single clothes, messy hair, and a face in its fifties.

His face was black and yellow, rough, familiar, strange, and his eyes were red. His nose felt sore, and his vision was blurred, and he slapped himself hard.

How did you survive?

In the early morning of this morning, in the darkness before sunrise, the thing rushed into the camp. When he woke up, the inexplicable strong stinking and bloody smell was already filled with the strong wind.

Amid the roars and screams of the young people, the thing was very quiet, neither roaring nor screaming, like a ghost. If it weren't for the shaky torch that was blown to the point of vaguely reflecting a huge and vicious shadow, he even suspected that the ghost was really rising from the underworld.

He picked up the bow, but did not dare to shoot arrows in the dark, so he gritted his teeth and took out a knife and rushed forward. At that moment, he really wanted to fight it, but when the ghost-like head turned to look at him, the blood all over his body seemed to be poured with a basin of ice water.

Under the golden and calm vertical pupils, the courage of thirty years of mountain hunting, the leopard and tiger shooting were suddenly broken.

Wolves and leopards do not have this momentum. Although they are extremely dangerous, they will only make their minds tense, and their qi and blood surge, which arouse blood courage in their rapid heartbeat. But tigers are different. When facing each other, the low and majestic roar, the extremely oppressive body and eyes can easily make people lose the courage to fight against them. The king of mountains and forests is nothing more than that.

If the thing in front of me is a tiger, it must be the tiger among the tigers. I was already frightened and trembling at a glance.

How can a person kill such a monster? He can't win... He can't win...

He wanted to call everyone to run, but the next moment the beast tore open Gangzi's abdomen in front of him. A complete man was like a thin piece of paper in front of the claws, blood splattering into his mouth, his throat hoarsely, and even his brain was blank for a moment.

But Yun Sheng beside him roared deafeningly: "Uncle Fifth! Uncle Fifth Run!"

His legs and feet, which had already become weak, seemed to have received orders - he was unwilling to tell whether it came from his master. He ran out with all his strength and passed by Yun Sheng who was facing him.

After running far away in panic, he realized that he might be the only one who survived.

Before setting off, I, the only elder, the backbone of the team, had been entrusted by more than a dozen pairs of parents to their sons, and threw the children into the sea of ​​blood behind me, and ran away in a hurry.

It shouldn't be alive.

Gangzi should be alive. He is born with great strength and strong qi and blood. After selling a few more pieces of skins, he can get a master at the county martial arts hall, become a coach, or even become a constable.

Yunsheng should also be alive. The teacher said that he is a seed of study. If the county trial is opened next year, he might be able to get a scholar.

Only myself, I have lived enough with an old bone, and I have no worries alone, so why did I steal their chance to escape?

What's the face of returning to the village alone?

Fear urged him to escape, but another mood was looking forward to shame, hoping that the beast would catch up and kill him so that he would not have to go back and face the eyes of more than a dozen parents.

But the beast did not catch up immediately. It was not until three or four hours later that he looked back at the top of the mountain that he saw the faint shadow again. So he realized that it had slowly enjoyed the bodies of more than a dozen people and then followed him.

So the anger gained the upper hand again. He didn't want to die so much. Even if he was poked by his fellow villagers and scolded him for the rest of his life, even if he was ridiculed by the villagers and couldn't raise his head, he had to return to the village, report to the county government, invite reinforcements, and go into the mountains again, and then stab it with his own hands, watching the beast being killed in pain!

So he began to cover up his traces, designed some simple traps, deliberately left his blood on the cliff, and then quietly left in another direction... In order to survive, he made all the efforts he could do in detail.

At this time, staring at his reflection in the stream, this belief also supported his exhausted body to stand up again, picked up a branch to support him, and he continued to walk forward.

The raindrops gradually became denser, the wind became wilder, the trees were shaking, every branch and every leaf were making noise, and the whole forest seemed to be alive, roaring with words that people could not understand.

The blood was constantly washed down, and Mo Wuxin was lifted up little by little. However, after walking like this for more than half an hour, the beast never caught up.

Mo Wu finally relaxed a little. Maybe the beast's perception was not as unpredictable as he had imagined. Maybe the old suspicion array on the way to escape played some role. Maybe the heavy rain and streams were more effective than they thought. Maybe the beast had no strong desire to prey after eating... In any case, he should have temporarily gotten rid of it.

While his spirit was slightly relaxed, his pace did not slow down. Mo Wu still tried hard to climb the forest as fast as possible. After about half an hour, Mo Wu finally saw the cable bridge.

When I hunted on weekdays, I had already entered the mountain with a deeper depth when I came to this cable bridge, but this time my group was so far beyond it.

Although it is quite a long distance from the village after crossing the bridge, at least you don’t have to worry about being caught up by that beast after destroying the bridge.

You can take a long break, pick some wild fruits, catch a small beast to satisfy your hunger, and then find a way to slowly return to the village.

The flames of revenge are burning again. When I return to the village, I will definitely...

Mo Wu stepped onto the cable bridge, but suddenly stood there.

An inexplicable uneasiness surged into my heart, and the intuition of an old hunter who had been hunting for decades in the mountains.

The last time I had this feeling, I was after I got a hunting trip and carried back a large piece of sweet wild fruit. When the children in the village shouted and rushed up, his heart suddenly fell suddenly, and he roared to stop them, and then he found a colorful poisonous snake attached to the leaves.

At this time, a terrible guess echoed in Mo Wu's mind. He stood still like a statue in place until his body trembled slightly.

He suddenly turned around, but behind him was the deep woods rustling in the rain.

Mo Wu took a deep breath, took back his feet that had already stepped onto the cable bridge, turned around slowly, and resolutely returned to the depths of the dense forest step by step.

He carefully checked the traces he had walked along the way, and his drowsy brain became more sensitive under the strong stimulation, searching every ground with his eyes like a hawk.

Normal, normal, normal...

Nothing was discovered, but Mo Wu continued to go deeper without expression.

It was soon...it was soon...it was as if he had entered a certain state, and he was as confident in his judgment as if he was crazy.

Suddenly he glanced at a sag, and he walked over quickly, stood beside the sag, and his body trembled.

A huge, shallow, fresh plum blossom claw print.

It has been following itself all the time.

Perhaps it also saw itself from the beginning of seeing it on the top of the mountain. Along the way, when bandaging itself, stopping bleeding, cursing, climbing through the stream, kneeling on the ground and sobbing, there were a pair of golden, cruel, quiet and magnificent vertical pupils behind it.

It is to follow itself and find the village all the time!

The bone-thrusting chill erupted uncontrollably, and Mo Wu's heart was filled with joy at the same time - beast! You can't play with us like a cat playing with a mouse! I won you once!

He laughed, shook off his crutches, turned around and ran with all his might, so quickly, like flying, as if he had squeezed out the last energy of life.

When he arrived at the bridge, he pulled out his dagger and roared and cut off the rope. The cable bridge fell down with a loud bang, and the sound of the wooden boards scattered with heavy rain.

Then Mo Wu fell to the ground, finally looked at the other side deeply, held the dagger tightly, and turned around and showed a hideous smile: "Donkey fuck! Come on!"

The edge of the dense forest in front of him was faintly revealed, and a pair of cruel and transparent golden eyes were embedded in it. It seemed that it did not mean to stop Mo Wu from beginning to end, but only looked at all indifferently. At this time, it seemed to respond to Mo Wu's call. It licked its paws leisurely, then slowly stepped out, revealing its figure so clearly for the first time.

Mo Wu's expression was frozen.

He felt his actions were like a joke.

It seemed like a roar was heard, but the rain fell in the mountains like smoke, and the noisy sounds of all things mixed together into a vast silence, eliminating all details.

...

...

Nowadays, in the forest house, which is also stormy and stormy.

After Pei Ye finished all this, the string in his mind relaxed, and finally he could no longer support his body, which had already been squeezed to the extreme, so he fell to the ground and closed his eyes.
To be continued...