Chapter Twenty-Three: The Murderous Jungle

The wild boar snorted twice, and the little red eyes finally locked on the human who attacked him, Liu Han slowly retreated, this small action gave the wild boar a clear signal, that is, the movement in front of him was very weak, and it wanted to escape!

The distance between Liu Han and the wild boar was very close, very close, probably less than ten meters or so. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Ten meters is about two seconds for a person, and it is too short for a wild boar with explosive power far greater than that of a human.

At the moment when the wild boar's thick hind legs just kicked the ground, Liu Han turned around and ran. Domestic pigs can run faster than humans when they are killed, let alone wild boars. The speed of ten meters was approached in an instant.

Li Fan had already pulled out the black May Fourth tied to his thigh. Ready to rush out, even if the bullet is precious, it is not as precious as a person, and the fangs of the wild boar have already touched the hem of Liu Han's fluttering cloth clothes. Then I saw Liu Han roaring wildly, his speed increased a few points again, and his feet slammed hard.

The whole person was like a huge frog, jumping high and hugging the trunk of the tree.

The red-eyed wild boar seemed to not see the thick sequoia tree in front of it, and hit it hard, and after a muffled sound, the trunk shook violently twice, and sprinkled the leaves on the ground, and the wild boar shook its mane head and took a few steps back, and its small eyes were a little straight, obviously stunned.

Liu Han took this opportunity to jump down from under the tree, rode on it, and took out the dagger that Li Fan had given him before from his arms and plunged it into the neck of the wild boar.

Then there was a whistle from the bushes next to it, and the members of the hunting party rushed out, and they were touched with sludge from nowhere, which greatly concealed the smell of humans, and the wild boar, known for its keen sense of smell, did not notice that there were so many people in ambush around.

The experienced hunting party took some ropes turned into unknown vines and passed under the waist and abdomen of the wild boar, and the person who pulled the rope quickly crossed and ran a few laps, tied the wild boar's legs, and then the person pulling the rope shouted and pulled it outward.

"Click" Li Fan's ears heard a crisp cracking sound of bones, and the four little short legs of the wild boar twisted in an abnormal way, and then he saw it writhing wildly on the ground, letting out bursts of oozing screams.

It struggled several times to stand up, but the four legs that were severed could no longer support its body, and it could only be tried again and again in vain.

The overall situation has been decided, and Li Fan, who has not had time to make a move, inserted May Fourth back, walked up to Liu Han, who was panting heavily, and asked

"Is that the end of it?"

Liu Han looked at the weather, then at the wild boar that was still struggling, and said with a worried face

"Village chief, although this beast can't run, but it can't get close now, otherwise it will have to lie in bed for half a year if it is pushed by it, and if you are unlucky, you may have to give an account for your life." And... I'm afraid I'll get the smell of blood out, and I'm afraid it's going to attract big guys. So we don't usually touch this kind of thing, it's too strenuous, and it doesn't necessarily take it away. ā€

Fortunately, today's luck was good, the top predators in the forest did not appear, and after the strength of the wild boar almost disappeared, Liu Han led a few people to step forward and stabbed the relatively soft abdomen of the wild boar with a bamboo spear from a distance.

It was not until it had no longer struggled that the hunting party stepped forward, tied the boar's hooves, lifted it with a log, and hurried towards the village.

The others followed Liu Han to the next set to collect some prey.

Li Fan still felt that his body was relatively heavy, and gravity adapted quickly, but he had not completely gotten rid of the influence, Liu Han simply carried Li Fan on his back and walked quickly through the woods.

The two of them talked in a low voice as they ran.

Liu Han had a faint smile on his face, obviously hunting such a big prey also made this strong man a little happy in his heart.

"Village Chief, don't look at us this time, it's going well, but actually, hunting is not easy, especially in winter, if you can't find a good place, there is not enough food.

Our hunting team sometimes has to use ourselves as bait, smear some mountain jumps or the blood of stupid roe deer, and lie in the ice and snow to see what we can attract. The people next to him are hiding in ambush, if it's small, it's fine, but if you encounter a big worm that is crazy, basically your life will be gone........."

Speaking of this, Liu Han paused, and the smile on his face quickly disappeared, but showed a sadness.

ā€œ.... This is the fifth time we've migrated here, and the third time we've had a lot of deaths. But it can't be helped, there are too few safe places.... Only come here. Even if it's murderous here......"

"Hmm, what's going on, tell me about it," Li Fan asked softly

Liu Han fell into memories as he ran.

"I'm still listening to the little monkey about this......"

.....

On the third migration of the sheep village, heavy snow suddenly fell, and everyone hid in a simple wooden hut wrapped in animal skins and shivered.

In the early hours of the morning, the little monkey was lying on the bed wrapped in animal skins and shivering, the snow was flying outside, the cold wind was raging, and most of the animal skins were given to the women and children's houses.

Suddenly, there was an urgent knock on the door.

The little monkey asked, "Who?" Didn't the village chief say that he would not be allowed to go out? It was still the middle of the night. "There was no response at the door, and there was still a knock on the door.

The little monkey was very cold, and he replied. The temper came up, and Leng didn't open the door. He shouted at the door, "If you don't make a sound, I won't open the door for you." So he covered the skin and went on trembling.

Strange to say, the person who knocked on the door still didn't reply, just kept knocking.

The knocking on the door continued for a while, and no one came to open it. I didn't knock it down.

After a while, the little monkey heard a knock on the door of the house next door, and he felt a little strange in his heart, "Isn't Brother Liu living in the next room?

Who's knocking on the door? ā€

The little monkey was very strong-tempered, and when he knocked on the door, he did not speak, so the knock sounded next to every house.

Strange to say, it seems that as soon as someone gets up and opens the door, the knock will be silent. After a while, it continued to ring.

After a while, the mysterious knock on the door rang again.

The little monkey thought to himself: "Is there something important for the village chief to inform, it's too cold outside, and people can't talk?"

Thinking like this, he trembled and crawled up, and jumped out little by little, wrapped in the animal skin.

It was as if the person knocking on the door outside sensed that someone in the house was coming to open the door, and suddenly knocked more quickly.

When the little monkey was about to open the door, he suddenly tripped over something under his feet, and immediately fell into the mud, and when he wanted to get up, he suddenly saw a shadow in the crack of the door.

Why is the shadow of this foot so thin?

The little monkey did not get up immediately, but looked at the shadow of the exposed foot and became curious.

Because it's not like a human foot at all. It's like two sticks.

The little monkey's heart was lifted at once!

He held his breath and carefully knocked on the crack in the door.

After just one glance, he took two steps back with a pale face and sat on the ground.

Where is the person knocking on the door?

It's clearly a silver-white wolf lying on the door.

It stood all over the doorway, its front paws tapping against the door.

The little monkey trembled and pulled out a wooden whistle from the room, and blew it with all his might.

The whistle is sharp and poignant, with three long, three short and three long, representing the most dangerous situation. Each Xia tribesman will carry one on his body, which is used to warn his companions.

When the whistle was heard, the whole village suddenly boiled, and the sturdy men who stayed in the village got up from their beds, grabbed their weapons, and rushed out of the door.

The white wolf was startled and fled into the dense forest as quickly as possible.

The little monkey led the people to the rooms where the gate was open.

The occupants of the room were found lying on the ground, their eyes wide open, their faces full of horror, their necks bitten off, their abdomen cut open, and their internal organs almost eaten clean.

That night, 10 people, 6 adults and 4 children died in Yangcun.........