Rustle rustle......

Rustle rustle......

Although Paulion was firm, the voice Tang Mo heard did not stop, but became clearer.

In the quiet deep forest near dark, the sound of this spring silkworm gnawing on mulberry leaves creates a strange atmosphere, which makes people can't help but feel hairy in their hearts.

Later, even Paulion pricked up his ears and began to track the direction of the sound.

However, the voice was unpredictable, as if it was not coming from a fixed direction, and it seemed strange and strange.

"Aweng, have you ever been in this situation before?"

Even though Tang Mo was born in the mountains and was very timid since he was a child, he couldn't help but feel furious in his heart at this time.

Paulion didn't answer, but waved his hand, and the cat got up and aimed the musket in his hand in one direction.

Looking in that direction, a pair of dark blue eyes appeared behind a giant tree.

And then there's a hairy wolfdog-like head.

No, not a wolfdog!

When it showed its whole body, even Tang Mo knew that it was not a wolf dog, but a wolf!

A wolf with gray hair and as strong as a calf!

When the wolf appeared, he turned a blind eye to the musket in Paulion's hand, and his dark blue eyes locked firmly on Paulion, and he walked towards the place where the two of them stood without hurry.

I don't know why, Paulion, who has never left his gun all his life and comes and goes freely in the mountains, seems to be afraid, and he retreats step by step, and finally hits Tang Mo's body.

Tang Mo sighed, reached out and grabbed Paulion's musket, pressed the muzzle of the gun to the ground, and then stood in front of Paulion.

The blue wolf cast his eyes on Tang Mo, and Tang Mo also set his eyes on the blue wolf.

One man and one wolf, four eyes facing each other.

Long.

Long.

The rustling sound of spring silkworms gnawing on mulberry leaves reappeared, and it also carried a strange rhythm.

Tang Mohan's hair stood on end, and the alarm bell in his heart was loud, and as soon as he put on a Tai Chi starting pose, he saw that the blue wolf's front legs were slightly bent and his hind legs flicked, and he pounced on him.

In the middle of the crisis, Tang Mo's fist was transformed from Tai Chi, rushed into the middle line, and his whole body was running with all his strength, and the horizontal fist frame in the Xingyi fist was thrown towards the blue wolf.

"Whew!"

Although the blue wolf was strong and strong, it was precisely because of its strength that it could not be avoided, and it was thrown by Tang Mo's horizontal fist that contained wrestling methods, and it was thrown out close to the body and hit a tree next to it, causing the tree to tremble.

With a "bang", the blue wolf fell to the ground, then rolled on the ground, opened its bloody mouth and bit Tang Mo again.

Probably because he inherited Tang Zichen's national art memory and practiced national arts, Tang Mo's five senses became extremely sharp, coupled with the previous punch, the fear in his heart gradually disappeared, Tang Mo was not afraid, an explosive force rose from his waist, the roots of his whole body beat violently, and a punch hit the sky like a cannonball, blasting into the blue wolf's brain.

"Huh?"

Tang Mo obviously heard a light boo, and then the rustling sound became more urgent.

As if he had received some order, the blue wolf actually bowed and rolled in an incredible way during the bite, which was able to dodge Tang Mo's fist and pass by Tang Mo.

Tang Mo turned a harrier and turned the door to the blue wolf, in case it broke out, but saw it stand still again, staring at himself fixedly.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Tang Mo felt that his back was covered with cold sweat.

Rustle rustle......

Rustle rustle......

The strange sound sounded again, and the blue wolf retreated step by step, straight back more than ten meters away, and opened a distance from Tang Mo, and then squatted on the ground.

Then, a majestic figure of about two meters, as if dressed in a cloak, appeared beside the blue wolf.

"Savages!"

Before Tang Mo could say anything, he heard Paulion exclaim softly.

Savages?

Tang Mo was stunned for a moment, looked intently, and found that the other party was wearing some kind of robe, but it was really because his whole body was covered with long hair, and it looked like a coat in the twilight.

The legend of the savage has been circulating in various places since ancient times, and the "savage" of Shennongjia is the same as the "Bigfoot" in North America and the "snowman" in Tibet, which is known as the world's unsolved mystery, and has been officially written into the representative list of intangible cultural heritage, but it is very surprising to meet the savage.

At this moment, the "wild man" was facing Tang Mo and waved outward.

"Ah Weng, what does he mean is to drive us away?"

Tang Mo was a little strange.

"It seems to be a mile, let's go back!"

Paulion looked a little apprehensive, and said in a low voice: "The ancestors have passed on by word of mouth, there are wild men in the Moon Mountain, but no one has ever seen them, and it is said that these wild men are all powerful, dolls, although I think you seem to be very good at fighting, but you are definitely not the opponent of the wild people!"

"Wait, Ong!"

Tang Mo really didn't want to have anything to do with the wild man, not to mention anything else, just said that the matter of encountering the wild man spread out, he was afraid that it would cause an uproar in the society, but when he remembered the "Huh?" light shout when he fought with the blue wolf before, he always felt that something was wrong.

After thinking about it, Tang Mo whispered something to Paulion, and then walked in the direction of the "wild man", until the blue wolf under his feet was a little uneasy and about to move, then he stopped and said tentatively: "Can you understand my words?"

Tang Mo said this sentence in the Miao language he had just learned from Paulion, but the "wild man" continued to wave his hand as if he hadn't heard him say anything at all.

"You've always lived here?"

Tang Mo continued to ask in Miao language.

The "wild man" still didn't say anything, still waving outward.

Tang Mo frowned, suddenly pointed in the other direction, and shouted, "Huh, there's a wild man there!"

This sentence, Tang Mo was improvised, and did not consult Paulion, so he said it in Chinese.

However, as soon as he said this, the "wild man", including Borion, who had been watching his movements, both turned their heads in unison and looked in the direction he was pointing.

"Hahaha, you're not a savage at all......"

Tang Mo laughed, but saw that the "wild man" no longer waved, but raised a small stick like a reed rod in his other hand and put it to his mouth.

With a "poof", a faint light flashed, and a huge sense of crisis instantly enveloped Tang Mo's whole body, which also made his laughter stop abruptly.

"Blow the needle!"

The images in countless film and television works flashed in Tang Mo's mind, which surprised him, the gossip palm was launched, his legs were firmly rooted on the ground like a piece of iron, but his upper body flashed a few times like a weak willow supporting the wind.

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

Tang Mo had just flashed the first blow needle, and three more blows sounded in his ears one after another.

"It's over!"

Tang Mo said secretly in his heart, and only had time to shout, "Ah Weng, go quickly!", he felt as if his thigh had been bitten by a mosquito, and a tingling sensation instantly spread throughout his body, and then he fell down on his back.