Zhang Xingvic held the torch and looked at the wolf, and while slowly moving towards the stone, he called out to him: "Stone, stone, how are you?"

The stone stumbled and struggled, but still couldn't get up. Zhang Xing was anxious, the wolf in front of her was burned by the fire and her eyes and hair, and her green eyes were even more ferocious, although she was afraid of the torch in Zhang Xing's hand for a while, she didn't dare to come forward, but she still bared her teeth and roared at her from time to time.

Zhang Xing moved to the side of the stone, squatted down, and was about to pull the stone up, when the wolf suddenly pounced, she quickly swept away the torch with her eyes, and then burned the wolf's fur, and shouted viciously: "Look for death!

The wolf was forced back again, and became more and more manic, staring at the two of them, baring his teeth and growling, and spun in circles, as if looking for the best time to attack.

Zhang Xing didn't dare to be careless, and confronted the wolf with a torch, once the wolf got closer, she would wave the torch and burn it.

When she was engrossed, her fingers suddenly touched a little warmth, and the corner of her eye glanced into the stone and struggled to stand up, covered with blood on her face, and she didn't know where it hurt, her hand touched, took the kitchen knife in her hand, moved to her side, stood side by side with her, and confronted the fierce wolf in front of her.

Zhang Xing's heart inexplicably swelled with a sourness, the hand that touched the stone clenched, and the previous despair disappeared without a trace. The stone has never given up, and she can't do it anymore, whether it is life or death, as long as they are together, what is there to fear?

After the wolf turned around a few times, he froze, and his green eyes looked at the two quietly. Zhang Xing and Shi glanced at each other from the corner of their eyes, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

Suddenly, the wolf threw its hooves at the stone. Zhang Xing hurriedly pulled the stone to the back, held the torch and waved it over, who knew that the wolf was very cunning, obviously throwing towards the stone, but in fact, he saw the torch in Zhang Xing's hand, and risked being burned, and pounced on Zhang Xing.

Before Zhang Xing could withdraw his hand, an unpleasant smell of fishy wind rushed to his nose, and in the blink of an eye, the hideous wolf head came to him. This wolf is undoubtedly a behemoth to them. Rao is she hurriedly took two steps back, but she still threw herself to the ground.

The head and body fell to the ground with a "thump" sound. Zhang Xing felt that her head was numb, her hand couldn't help but loosen, the torch fell to the ground, and the afterglow was not extinguished, shining on the fishy mouth of the wolf close at hand. Before she could react, she suddenly heard a fierce roar of the stone, a white light crossed the corner of her eye, and the muffled sound of the knife slashing into the flesh clearly reached her ears, and the blood splashed into her eyes, and the hideous wolf head suddenly retracted in a blood-red color.

The weight on his body was gone, the torches were extinguished, his eyes were stinging for a while, he couldn't see anything, his head was still buzzing, and he could only hear the wolf's low roar. Zhang Xing sat up and quickly rubbed her eyes, but the more she rubbed it, the more tears she shed, the more she couldn't see clearly, and it was dark everywhere.

She heard something fall on the ground, and the crisp response was a knife in Stone's hand. She couldn't care about it, vaguely remembered where the torch landed, crawled over and reached out to touch it, and sure enough, she touched it, and hurriedly lit it with flint.

With the light, his eyes were full of blood red, and although the things around him were still unclear, there was a vague shadow in the end. She saw the entangled stones and wolves beside her. So she stumbled to her feet and walked towards that side, only to be hit by the blood on the ground, and after rolling half of her body, there was a sharp pain in her hand.

Knives!

Zhang Xing hurriedly grabbed it and struggled to stand up, but saw that the two shadows entangled on the ground did not move.

Zhang Xing felt that her head exploded, her eyes burst into tears, and she saw that the stone was pressed under the wolf, and her entire body was almost completely covered, motionless, with blood everywhere, and the wolf's head was still biting on the shoulder and neck of the stone.

Zhang Xing trembled, shouted uncontrollably, raised the kitchen knife in his hand and frantically chopped at the wolf's head, until his arm was sore, and he had no strength. She collapsed on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

How difficult is this world? She just wants to live well, why is it so difficult? Why is their life so despicable? Anyone can easily trample on it, and anyone can do the same thing.

"Apricot ...... Apricot ......"

A faint voice intermittently came into Zhang Xing's ears, Zhang Xing's crying voice froze, and he turned his head to look. A bloody hand was raised in a blur of flesh next to him, and he stretched out to her with a slight tremble.

"Apricot ...... Apricot ...... You...... How...... Done?"

Zhang Xing's heart was suddenly filled with hope, but tears poured out even more, she wiped her sleeve a few times, stuck the torch in her hand on the ground next to her, and quickly pushed away the bloody wolf body. Sure enough, the stone's eyes were still open, his face was covered with blood, a mouthful of wolf hair, and a piece of flesh with leather fur hanging from his mouth.

Zhang Xing hurriedly lifted the stone up, and the stone snorted lightly, and blood gushed out from his shoulder.

Zhang Xing looked at Shishi's whole body and asked, "Shishi, what else is uncomfortable for you besides your shoulders?"

"Legs, I, my legs can't move, and my hand over there hurts......" Stone said.

Zhang Xing hurriedly looked at the two places he said. The upper arm of the right hand of the stone was taken away with a piece of flesh in his mouth, the left thigh was obviously misaligned, obviously a bone injury, and the ankle of the right leg was also swollen so high, the wound on the shoulder was still bleeding, and the rest of the body was not injured.

"I, am I fast, I'm dying......" Shi looked at Zhang Xing, and said, "Xing'er, I, I'm a little scared of ......"

Zhang Xing grinned, wiped a handful of tears, and said, "Don't be afraid, you won't die." As she spoke, she tore off her shirt and wrapped it around the wound on the stone's shoulder.

"Really, really?" Stone asked.

Zhang Xing nodded, although a piece of flesh was torn on the shoulder of the stone, it was not deep, and the blood had stopped flowing, so it didn't hurt the vital point, mainly the bone wounds in two places, and the middle of the injury on the left leg was misplaced, which was obviously caused by the impact of gravity, and should have been trampled by the wolf.

She knelt beside his lap, hesitated for a moment, grabbed the two long flat logs she had found beside her, clamped the left leg of the stone, and wrapped it around. As for the injury to her ankle, she wasn't sure if she hurt her bones, she only remembered that her sister Zhang Tao seemed to be injured here last time, but she didn't hurt her bones, so she used some medicine externally and could walk after lying still for half a month. She hesitated for a while, but finally didn't deal with it.

After finishing these, Zhang Xing was already sweating profusely, and while wiping her sweat, she asked the stone: "Are there any better?"

But he did not see the stone answering. Zhang Xing turned his head, the stone tilted his head and closed his eyes, motionless. Zhang Xing was startled, trembling and reaching out to the nose of the stone, seeing that there was still gas, the heart that fell back to its place.

There was silence in the mountains and forests in front of them, except for them, it was dark everywhere, and the dim lights illuminated the ground with blood everywhere, and the bloody atmosphere was so heavy, I don't know if Lu Dao will attract another wolf.

Zhang Xing struggled to stand up, picked up a few branches nearby, stuck a kitchen knife in his waist, climbed the tree where they spent the night, cut down a few branches, tied these crosses, knotted a simple stretcher, moved the stone to it, tied it, put it on his shoulder and chest, held a torch in one hand, and pulled the stretcher in the other hand towards the dark boundless mountain forest.