"That's right, my friend's father, called Uncle Yang, went into the mountains to hunt two days ago, but disappeared, we were worried, so we went into the mountains to find, who knew that we were followed by wild wolves, so we had to avoid it here. ”

"Well, very good, very good, let's not talk about this for now, we are a little hungry, how about you go and drag a wild wolf out of the tunnel?"

"Absolutely!"

Principal Wolf didn't think about it, so he walked into the tunnel, and just after walking a few steps, he looked back at Zimei and Wenwen.

"Don't worry, your companion will be fine, and we are not enemies, we are just borrowing things. The old man's words were like a kind old man speaking.

"I know, the old gentleman is a good person, I'm just worried that the two of them will misunderstand.... Hehe, wait for me, I'll be right away...."

Within three minutes, the wolf principal dragged a dead wolf to the camp, and without the old man saying a word, the two big men immediately stepped forward and took the wild wolf down, and then disemboweled the wild wolf and began their wild wolf feast!

It didn't take long for the wolf meat to emit a burst of fragrance, I don't know if these people were very hungry, or what, the wolf meat was not yet ripe, and there were still blood streaks on it, in the case of no seasoning, no salt, they actually gobbled it up, and it tasted delicious!

Of course, purple plum is not given salt ba.

Principal Wolf looked at it, his brows furrowed, and Wenwen even covered her mouth to prevent herself from spitting out. Zimei was not surprised, and there was no expression.

"I'm sorry to make you laugh, little brother, come on?" the old man handed Principal Wolf a piece.

Principal Wolf quickly shook his head and said with a smile: "You guys eat, we are not hungry, we have eaten dry food in the morning....."

"That's okay, you can ...... at will, feel free" After the old man finished speaking, he actually treated the three Principal Wolf as transparent people, drying them aside, and only caring about eating meat, but the guns of Principal Wolf and Zimei, as well as their own two submachine guns, they were always on their backs.

When these people were gulping down wolf meat, the wolf principal pulled Wenwen and Zimei to a small tree on the side and whispered, here, about sixty or seventy meters away from the camp, which is where the old man eats wolf meat,

"Who are they?" finally being able to talk to Principal Wolf and Wenwen, Zimei couldn't wait to ask.

"Tomb robbers!" Wenwen said.

"I think so, but they're no ordinary grave robbers, have you noticed that they seem to have been hungry for days?" said Principal Wolf.

"Looking at their eating appearances, eighty percent of them are hungry ghosts reincarnated!"

"That's right, let me tell you, these people are in the same group as the man who died the day before yesterday!"

"Huh?!"

"Shhhh

"Could it be that the other three are also dead?" Zimei asked.

"I'm not sure, remember the man who died by the river, how he died?" said the Wolf Principal.

"He was shot dead!"

"Yes, it was the submachine gun in their hands that killed them, strange, why would they kill their own people?" Principal Wolf muttered to himself. Then, he said: "I remember, at that time, each of them carried a large bag and a small bag, and now, only that triangular eye has a bag on his back, where are the other bags?"

Principal Wolf can't figure out the things, Zimei, Wenwen, even less know.