The forest in the dark night is like a devouring beast, you don't know where the danger will come from, the eyes in the dark will always watch you, spy on your weaknesses, and bite your throat when you relax your mind. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A little light in the darkness, that's too conspicuous.

The orange-red flame swayed from time to time, flashing sparks of light and flicker.

The half-dried branches, crackling as they were burned, were the only reassuring sounds in the darkness.

In a small area lit by the fire, there was a middle-aged man leaning against a boulder.

The side of his face was flushed by the firelight, and he couldn't see his current expression clearly. But the vicissitudes and dust of a body can be seen that the man has been running around all year round. The calm and fierce momentum, and a kind of evil aura that is like substance, can be seen to be a brave man who often wanders on the edge of life and death.

Although the corners of the clothes are torn, the stitches are fine, either there is a lover who cares about him, or he has a good job that has been exercised. The cuffs are tightly bound with hemp rope and are fixed. There is a dagger hanging from the belt around his waist, and the edge of the bag is severely worn, but the dagger is shiny, which shows the owner's love for the dagger.

Next to it was a longbow and a bucket of steel arrows.

From this, the identity of the middle-aged man can be found - an experienced hunter.

At this time, some dark eyes were secretly watching the hunter, and they approached him step by step.

The hunter closed his eyes as if he were asleep, not even aware of it.

As the dark green eyes approached, the hunter suddenly opened his clear eyes and threw a flaming branch at him.

"Whew!" With a bang, the beast that was hit by the fire did not expect the human, who was still quiet just now, to throw out the burning branches. Unexpectedly, it was burned a large piece of hair on his head. I can't even see clearly in one eye.

Because of the injury, the bloody nature of the beast was stimulated, and the vicious fangs wanted to pounce on it and tear the human in front of it apart, and under this madness, even the flames that had been afraid in the past could not help but be ignored.

But how could the hunter let it succeed, the longbow in his hand was not passive, and he flicked his sleeve, but he didn't expect that the arm was a small crossbow.

The crossbow wings were opened in an instant, and several arrows were fired, and the hunter didn't even bother to aim at them, only to see three arrows hit the beast in the eye, one in the throat, and one in the abdomen.

The beast didn't even have time to roar, and its body that had just jumped up froze slightly, and it fell to the ground, slowly losing its breath.

Whether it's an arrow in the eye or an arrow in the throat, it's the soft underbelly of the beast that hits, the eyes, the throat, the abdomen, it's the soft and fragile parts here.

None of the three arrows were wasted, but they became fatal to the beast in an instant, and the hunter's ability should not be underestimated.

The death of the beast did not seem to cause any other emotional turmoil for the hunter, everything seemed so taken for granted, the hunter stood up, dragged the beast to the campfire, picked up the dagger that was close to him, and began to skin it from the navel down.

The sharp dagger gently provoked the place where the beast reproducted, slowly cutting the fur and going up to the limbs and neck. Soon a full fur came out like this.

The hunter took a small porcelain vase from his bosom, sprinkled some white powder into the fur, and then carefully put the small porcelain vase back into his bosom, covered the soil next to the campfire with fresh fur, and then rubbed and knocked it.

There is no stream here, and there is no way to dispose of the fur, so it can only be treated simply to wipe the smell of blood out of it.

In the forest, the smell of blood is deadly and attracts countless forest killers.

No matter how experienced a hunter is, he can't challenge the laws of the forest.

After the fur was simply processed, the hunter placed it in a package beside him.

The package is not very big, but there are quite a few things.

From the open gap, you can see that there are more than a dozen furs like this inside. The hunter seems to have been in the forest for a long time.

After tying the package again, the hunter sliced a few pieces of meat from the legs of the beast beside him, and then roasted them on the fire with a dagger in a large piece of meat.

The meat of the beast was constantly dripping with oil because of the roasting of the flames, making the flames stinging from time to time.

While roasting the meat, the hunter sprinkled some medicine on the carcass of the beast to remove the smell.

After a while, the roast meat turned golden brown, and the hunter smeared some spices and ate it, the beast meat was not so delicious, unlike the carnivores raised on weekdays, but the hunter still ate it without hesitation, as if he had eaten something delicious.

In fact, he hadn't eaten for several meals, and all the dry food on his body had been ruined when he was in danger last time, but he couldn't go back now, so the hunters were all picking wild fruits and bark to satisfy their hunger, and in the dangerous forest, they had to maintain at least the physical strength to escape and defend themselves.

In fact, it is very dangerous to light a campfire in the forest at night, which is simply to provide a guiding light for the beast, but the beast is afraid of fire, which is a very contradictory thing.

The hunter had to stay on guard all night to prevent the bonfire from going out, and then find a way to escape after dawn.

Eating the meat of the beast in his hand, the hunter touched the necklace of teeth around his neck.

The necklace was just the teeth of an unknown beast threaded with a black rope, and it was evident from the smooth marks on it that the owner of the necklace often stroked it.

It should have been given by an important person, perhaps a hunter's favor.

Looking at the package that had been bulging, the hunter sighed silently in his heart, if he couldn't find the werewolf again, he would have to go back for the time being.

It's been almost three months since he entered the forest, and he's gained a lot of things, he's tried to salute as little as possible, but he still has so much to gain, and the things in it are enough to squander for a while.

Even if you don't find the werewolf in the bounty, you can be regarded as having an explanation.

Too much salutation will affect movement, and it will become more dangerous as you go deeper into the forest.

The queen didn't say how long it would take to find the werewolf, and she should be able to come back after a little reorganization. He couldn't help but cherish his life, and Lily was still at home waiting for him to return.

If she dies here, how painful Lily will be, maybe some man will be deceived in the future.

The hunter couldn't help but think back to what happened three months ago, in fact, he had already planned to wash his hands in the golden basin, the hunter's profession was too dangerous, he wanted to give Lily a stable life, so he planned to change careers, with the various abilities he had learned since childhood, it was also good to be an instructor.