In the night, two people and a dog were on their way.

The black tiger was in front, constantly sniffing the road and moving forward, Principal Wolf and Zimei were close to each other, and followed closely behind.

Principal Wolf smiled and asked, "Crazy woman, do you say that we can find the head descending master hiding in the mountains tonight by relying on your black tiger?"

"With the Black Tiger here, even if the Head Descender hides in the crack in the stone, it will definitely be able to find them!" Zimei said proudly.

"It's not going to be a traitor, is it!?" looked at the black tiger that was opening the way in front. Principal Wolf came up with such an esoteric remark

"Traitor, our black tiger is the most humane, you are a traitor! Zimei pouted and scolded back.

"If it's not a traitor, why is it missing the last time it hit a wild boar?" Principal Ben was hit in the ass by a wild boar!"

"That's because the black tiger looks at you disgustingly, so he sneaks aside to catch the rabbit. Zimei explained.

"Catch rabbits? It seems that your black tiger is not doing anything, and it is crooked. Principal Wolf laughed.

"Okay, you dead pig dung, don't you want to think about the last time the big wild boar hit the wild boar, don't you want to think about its last time on the mountain bag? If it weren't for it, would we be so easy to get out? What is the difference between your little belly and your mother-in-law?"

"That's right, so tonight, your black tiger will teach your family, wait a little bit, distinguish between friend and foe, charge ahead, and don't repeat the mistakes of the past. ”

"you, I'll call the black tiger to bite you later!" Zimei was amused by the wolf principal, who had thrown out the little worry she had when she went out.

If Daddy knew, I'd say that Principal Wolf tricked me into going! Zimei had a wishful thinking in her heart.

Coming to the Taoist temple again, Yuan Ding was still sitting on the futon to meditate and heal, Yuan Feng was sitting on the left, his mung bean eyes kept turning, and he didn't know what the hell he was thinking.

"Without further ado, Principal Wolf, Zimei, your task is to find them quietly, and..." "Come, let me tell you the general direction of those two men. ”

Yuan Ding gasped, stood up with difficulty, came to the left, dipped his index finger in the tea on the table and drew a general terrain near the Taoist temple and said: "You see, the west side of the Taoist temple is a rice field, they will not hide there, the east is the depths of the Fallen Soul Mountain, the terrain is dangerous, they are unlikely to go, and the mountain to the west is a steep cliff, and it is impossible for them to go up." Therefore, the greatest possibility is that they are hidden in the forest to the north, that is, on the mountain where we are. I'm not lightly hurt, and I'm all up to you. ”

Zimei raised her eyebrows and said, "Yuan Dao Chief, don't worry, we and the Black Tiger will find them!"

As soon as the words fell, he took Principal Wolf's hand, hurriedly left the Taoist Temple, and searched north.

The mountains in the winter night, cold and mysterious. The two of them bent over and cautiously followed behind the black tiger, brushing aside the layers of weeds, thorny vines, and wild thorns, and searched forward little by little along the steep and uneven mountain.

"Cold, so cold!" Principal Wolf began to call again.

"I'm cold, you're a big-headed ghost, have you been cold enough to be in the cave for the past two days?" Zimei said fiercely.

"Not really, but it's not cold, it's warm! "Principal Wolf, this is called cheap and good.

"Fuck you!" Zimei was kicking Principal Wolf in the ass right now. "Follow the Black Tiger, be serious, do you want to live?"

was kicked by Zimei like this, and Principal Wolf immediately returned to his normal state. After all, now is not the time to joke.

In the mountains, there was no road at all, and the further you went, the more trees there became, and the thicker the bushes, sometimes like rows of impermeable hedges. The two of them simply squeezed into the bushes instead of walking.

"Wait a while, wait a while! Zimei, you say, will your black tiger lead the wrong way? Is this the way people walk?" Principal Wolf stopped Zimei and grumbled.

"Our black tiger won't be so stupid! Don't worry, now the north wind is blowing in the mountains, we are downwind, according to the stinky Taoist priest's words, those two head lowering masters should be upwind, this is just right, the black tiger can smell the smell and look forward, don't rub it, go quickly!" Zimei said in a low voice.

"I hope your black tiger is so magical. Principal Wolf muttered and continued his search.

Overgrown with thorns, Principal Wolf and Zimei were moving very slowly. However, the two estimated that the distance of one kilometer in Yuan Ding's mouth should have been exceeded long ago. Could it be that Yuan Ding's estimation was wrong? Or could it be that they were traveling in the wrong direction?

Just as the two of them were panting, the black dog in front of them suddenly turned back without saying a word, grabbed Zimei's trouser legs, and pulled her towards a fork in the direction they were traveling.

"There's a door, don't make a sound, follow up!" said Zimei, biting the ear of the wolf principal.

"Okay! It's a good dog! Silence is a good hound!" Principal Wolf said excitedly. What Principal Wolf doesn't know, however, is that the most basic quality of a good hound is not to bark when it encounters its prey. Otherwise, no matter how much prey it finds, it will be in vain. Deep in the mountains, hunters pay special attention to this, and in this regard, they always have to train their hunting dogs for long periods of time. Obviously, at this point, the Black Tiger is definitely qualified.

After walking about a hundred meters forward, even the black tiger was crawling forward on tiptoes, Zimei turned off the flashlight and said in a low voice: "Be careful, don't make any noise, the head descending master may be not far away." ”