"Neck, neck, neck......" Azan Mao Wu whispered, his lips barely opened, as if he was extremely weak. Sha Ming carefully untied the clothes tied around his neck, only to find that there was a circle of blood marks on Azan Maowu's neck, very deep, and it was still slowly bleeding out, as if it had just been cut with a knife. Sha Ming panicked, obviously didn't see anyone enter the house, where did this injury come from? Immediately apply hemostatic medicine, because he was not allowed to move his body, Sha Ming had to put his hand on the back of Azan Maowu's neck and apply all the hemostatic medicine before and after.

The wound looked deep, but there was not much blood, and it quickly stopped. But for the sake of safety, Sha Ming still smeared some incense ash, and then carefully bandaged Azan Maowu's neck twice with gauze to make sure that there was no more blood oozing, and then left the house.

At noon the next day, Sha Ming had already finished lunch, and Azan Mao Wu slowly came out. Sha Ming hurriedly asked how it was, and Azan Mao Wu nodded: "I'm fine, you did a good job, and you will do it in the future." Sha Ming saw that Azan Maowu's face was very bad, as white as paper, Azan Maowu said it was okay, Sha Ming put the rice porridge on the table, and Azan Maowu sat down and drank the porridge by himself. Sha Ming went into the bedroom to clean up and saw a blood stain on the floor from the window to the bed, all made up of large drops of blood, which had dried up. Azan Maowu drank very slowly, and it took half an hour to finish the small bowl of porridge, and then went into the house to go to bed.

Lying on the bed in his bedroom, Sha Ming thought to himself what was going on with that bloodstain, could it be that last night Azan Mao Wu climbed out of the window, went outside to move, and didn't come back until four o'clock in the morning? But he felt unlikely, he stayed at the door of the bedroom at night, the night in the dense forest was very quiet, if someone climbed out of the wooden house, it was impossible for him not to hear.

After that, every day Azan Mao Wu was like this, sleeping in the house during the day, and at night from eleven o'clock Sha Ming would have a mental vigil, usually at half past three to four o'clock in the morning, when the eastern sky was just a little bright, Azan Mao Wu would call Sha Ming in the house, go in to stop the bleeding and bandage him. During the day, Sha Ming would still see more blood stains on the ground in the house, and since it was every day, he didn't bother to clean it up.

That day, Sha Ming was shopping in the village, and when he saw several villagers discussing something, he walked over to watch. The villagers were surrounding a wooden flatbed truck with a sheep, presumably underage, with what appeared to be a wound on the back of the neck, and nothing else out of the ordinary. The villagers said, "I don't know what kind of animal it is, how can it do this?" and another villager said yes, why do you want to suck blood, even bats are not so powerful.

"What's wrong?" Sha Ming couldn't help but ask. A villager told him that the sheep he raised at home was bitten to death by some wild beast last night, and it also sucked up almost half of its blood, which was particularly cruel. Sha Ming asked if it was a vampire bat that did it, and several villagers shook their heads again and again and said that it was unlikely, how old the bats were, and the blood on the sheep could bathe them. Moreover, vampire bats only eat alone, and never use old wounds to suck blood.

He didn't take it too seriously, returned to the hut in the dense forest, and continued to help Azan Maowu do those things. In the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed, and Sha Ming found that Azan Maowu's body was slowly changing: his skin was becoming more and more pale and wrinkled, as if he was aging rapidly, and his hair was getting longer and longer, nearly ten times faster than normal hair growth.

He went to the village again to buy things, and saw some villagers talking in twos and threes, he was very curious to ask, the villagers said that recently in the village every day there are livestock and poultry have been sucked out of blood and died, there are sheep, dogs, chickens and ducks, etc., are planning to gather the villagers to take turns to keep vigil at night with shotguns and knives and forks, and it is necessary to catch this beast.

Sha Ming said, "Hasn't anyone seen it? What kind of beast is it?" said the villagers, who said that no one had seen it at all, and had not heard any sound, and it was like a ghost, so they had to be extra careful. Back at the hut in the jungle, Sha Ming told Azan Mao Wu about it. Azan Maowu was still expressionless, but asked Sha Ming not to go to that village next time to buy goods, he had to change one, and when he had new instructions, he would change to another village. Although Sha Ming didn't know why, he had no choice but to agree. I was not very happy, because that village was the closest to the hut in the mountains, and other villages had to run farther. Fortunately, there is a motorcycle, otherwise I really don't want to change.

From that day on, Shaming moved his weekly purchases to another village next door. Seven or eight days later, Azan Maowu told him to buy from another village and not to go to his current village. Sha Ming had already been mentally prepared, and he didn't think much about it. On this day, he saw a man in the village and felt strange. The man was of medium height, with dark circles under his eyes, unkempt hair, a dark blue shirt, an abnormal, gloomy look, and tattoos on his face and arms. The man was asking the villagers about something, some of them shook their heads, and some of them pointed to the north of the village. Sha Ming has been following Azan Mao Wu for a few months, and he also has some experience, and when he looks at that person, he seems to be an Azan too, because ordinary people don't get so many tattoos on their faces. And the north of the village is the direction of the dense forest thatched hut where he and Azan Maowu lived.

Sha Ming immediately hid behind a certain wooden house and peeked out. There was a village vendor who sold rice and noodles who seemed to understand very well, and said a lot to the man in blue, pointing to the north of the village as he spoke, and the man in blue seemed to take out two bills and handed them over, turning around and leaving the village. After he walked away, Sha Ming walked out, walked to the rice and noodle vendor, bought a bag of rice, and asked who the man in blue was just now.

"The man asked me if there was a Master Azan who practiced the Fa nearby," the rice seller replied, "and I said that there seems to be a master named Azan Maowu in the neighboring village of XX, who recently lived in a hut in the dense forest in that direction. By the way, he hasn't gone far yet, you can catch up with him now. ”

Sha Ming smiled and nodded, following far in the direction of the man in blue. Out of the village, the man in blue walked south, Sha Ming didn't have the skills to follow, and it didn't take long for him to lose the person.

The next time he made a purchase, Sha Ming really didn't want to go to the current village because the road was too difficult to walk, so he quietly returned to the previous village. As soon as I entered the village, I saw that the villagers were nervous, holding weapons and shotguns, and some of them were still arguing fiercely about something. Sha Ming asked the village vendors who sold chickens and fish, and said that in the past few days, there have been poultry and livestock in the village that have been sucked out of blood and died, and they suspect that they are either some kind of beast or some kind of demon cultivator. At the mention of these words, Sha Ming's heart was shocked, and he returned to the mountains after hastily purchasing. I really want to ask Azan Mao Wu about this, but I don't think it's very good, it seems that he doesn't fully understand something, and it is not good for him to ask rashly.