At noon, the fiery sun scorched the earth, and the empty and spacious concrete road exuded a scorching heatwave. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Zhao Yang, the younger brother of the sporting goods store, stood at the intersection with a special ultra-thick chest target made by the martial arts hall, ready to send it to users on the other side of the road. He turned his head to look left and right, and when he was sure there was no car, he raised his leg and walked to the opposite side.

The stereo in the store behind him was playing music loudly, and at this time, an Internet song - "White Bone Mourning" was playing, and a cute recitation floated over with the pleasant music.

As soon as Zhao Yang heard this familiar music, the boring and indifferent expression on his face immediately became sad. In his mouth, he cried and read along with the cute recitation in the music, "You dead husky, do you know that your Central Plains characters are not easy to write?" I'm so tired every time I write to you, so why don't you come back and see me, I can show you my new white bone wailing......"

At this time, a cute little girl appeared in Zhao Yang's mind, standing alone at the dilapidated city gate, looking at the picture of the flow of people over and over again, and her heart was tense for a while. This is the feeling that Zhao Yang will have every time he listens to this song, he feels very bad in his heart, and the feeling is especially strong today.

Suddenly, Zhao Yang felt a gust of wind blowing towards his side, and saw a black shadow rushing towards him out of the corner of his eye, and when he turned around, he saw a car crashing towards him frantically. Zhao Yang only had time to subconsciously target the thickened chest in front of him and block it, and he was knocked out with a "bang".

In the depths of the mountains, the winding post road and the dense towering trees cover the post road from time to time. In the past, only one or two caravans or companions of merchants passed through the post road, but now it was densely packed with people running for their lives.

This group of people were wearing military uniforms, and occasionally a few people wearing armor and riding war horses under their crotches also looked anxious, and they ran away with all their might. Among them, there was a white and chubby knight, dressed in official uniform, galloping through the crowd, the saber in his hand slashed at the sergeant who was blocking the way in front of him, shouting: "Get out of the way, get out of the way......", along the way, many sergeants were trampled and injured or cut to the ground, but they dared not speak angrily.

Raise your eyes and look behind this group of people,! The gray is abrupt, and the mountains are full of wolves running and chasing. On the hillside, in the ravine, like ants moving before the rainstorm, a large area of black and black surging over, roughly looking at one hundred or two hundred thousand. , being chased by so many wolves, it's strange if you don't run away desperately, if you are caught up, you really have no bones.

At the back of the fleeing crowd were hundreds of sergeants armed with bows and arrows. The sergeants turned pale, mechanically repeating the action of drawing their bows and firing arrows. Every time an arrow falls into the opposing pack, one of the wolves in the crowded pack will be hit by the arrow, and the difference is only whether it is dead or wounded. Although there was a rain of arrows in front of them, the wolves pounced forward one after another, without even looking at their companions. This is obviously different from the cunning image we have in our impression, they will rush forward regardless of their lives.

The sergeant behind the palace suffered a great loss, as long as the speed of the arrow was a little slower, there would be a group of wild wolves looking for an opportunity to swarm up, once the gap was opened, the wolves would drive straight in, chasing after the people fleeing in front, but they did not entangle with the sergeant behind the palace.

Among the fleeing crowd was a young Confucian student, dressed in a Confucian shirt, and the turban on his head ran off at some point, and his hair was scattered. The shirt on his body was also wet, as if he had just been fished out of the water. I saw him holding the hem of his shirt in one hand, and his hair in front of his forehead with the other, stumbling forward, chanting words in his mouth: "Insulting Sven!" Insulting Sven! These brutes are really uneducated. Thinking that this old man has studied hard for ten years, and has not yet achieved fame, how can he be buried in the mouth of you. It's really annoying! When Master Ben returns to our court, he will definitely invite His Majesty the Emperor to send millions of troops to kill these evil animals,...... Parents and adults have spirits in the sky, and they must bless their children to escape, and they will glorify their ancestors in the future......"

Suddenly, a gray shadow pounced on the young scholar from behind, and the scholar was thrown to the ground at once, and before he could react, a fishy wolf's mouth bit his neck at once. Immediately after the wolf shook his head, the scholar could not let out a shout, and in an instant, he was in a different place, and several wolves around him swarmed up, some biting limbs, some biting the chest and abdomen, and a good person was torn apart in a moment. When the people around saw this scene, their faces were like white paper.

"It's really like a mustard, a high-ranking man is gone in a blink ......of an eye."

"Don't grind, run away, slow down, we'll be next......"

The crowd became even more chaotic, and they all fled for their lives.

A fat white young man who was running not far in front of the scholar before heard a strange movement behind him, and turned his head in panic to see that the headless corpse of the scholar who had been chattering constantly before was being torn and bitten by several wolves, and there was flesh and blood everywhere. One of them, a wolf with a human hand in his mouth, saw him and bared his teeth and whispered at him. The fat white young man collapsed all at once. I saw him squatting on the ground, holding his head in his hands, and crying hysterically: "Don't come here————, mother help!" Wow......" burst into tears.

The people in front of them jumped to their feet in a hurry, and they all shouted: "Run, run, if you don't run, you will be overtaken." But no one dared to go back and pull a hand.

The fat white man didn't care about it, and cried even louder.

The cries of the crumbling white fat young man did not get the mercy of the wolves, but attracted the attention of many wolves, and they swarmed up, instantly tearing the white fat young man into several large pieces. The people around looked desolate.

Behind the crowd fleeing for his life, there was an elderly sergeant in his forties and fifties, who tripped in a panic, staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, and several vicious wolves took the opportunity to pounce. The old sergeant screamed in fright. A young sergeant in front of him turned around when he heard the voice, shouted, "Daddy......", brandished his saber and rushed back, and several wolves next to him immediately pounced on the young sergeant.

The young sergeant slashed a wild wolf to death with a knife, but the other wolves bit his limbs and neck, and in the blink of an eye, he was torn into several large pieces. The father, who had been thrown to the ground before, was still breathless, his eyes widened, watching his child being torn apart by wolves and snatched for food. The people fleeing in front of them gritted their teeth angrily, but no one dared to come forward to help.

After devouring the corpses, the wolves chased after a carriage in front of them.

A wolf jumped up and pounced on the car, with a sharp claw pulling, and with a "bang", the carport opened a big hole.

There was a cradle at the opening, and in the cradle was a chubby baby, sleeping soundly, with a smile on his chubby little face. The wolf bit at the little baby without hesitation.

To be continued

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