Wan Lin turned around and waved his hand to Cheng Ru and Zhang Wa, and walked along the wall to the thatched house. \.

(23) The layout here is the same as that of the original thatched hut of Wanjia, with three north rooms, a kitchen with a chimney erection and a storage room for miscellaneous items in the east and west directions.

Wan Lin came to the door of the main room and gently pushed the door open, raised his gun and glanced inside through the night vision goggles, and then walked in. Cheng Ru and Zhang Wa behind them had already crossed the courtyard wall, set up weapons on the courtyard walls on both sides of the courtyard gate, and stared closely at the courtyard outside.

Wan Lin entered the house and quickly scanned the indoor environment, and found that there was a suite on the left and right sides of the house, he walked in and took a look, the house was very poorly furnished, with a large bow hanging on the adobe wall, and a wooden old-fashioned cabinet placed at the head of the double bamboo bed below, on which was placed a quiver full of long arrows and a sharp machete, and the room was empty.

Wan Lin walked to another suite, and found that there were only some miscellaneous items inside, and pieces of animal skins hung messily on the wall.

He walked out of the house suspiciously, and said in his heart: Look at the furnishings here, the owner of this place should be a hunter family. But it's so late, why isn't the owner of the room in the house? Seeing that I have two sets of bedding on the bed, it should be two people living here, it stands to reason that now is the time to rest, how can there be no one in the house?

When he came to the courtyard, he saw that the empty courtyard was sprinkled with cold moonlight, and Xiaohua was lying near the courtyard gate staring at the direction outside the courtyard.

Wan Lin waved his hand to Cheng Ru and the others, who turned their heads to look at him, indicating that they had found nothing. Then he raised his feet and walked to the courtyard gate, squatted down and gestured to Xiaohua, then turned around and made a gesture to Cheng Ru and the two to continue to be vigilant, and then jumped out of the side courtyard wall with Xiaohua.

Wan Lin jumped outside the courtyard and immediately squatted down, raised his gun to observe the surroundings, and then pointed to Xiaohua in the courtyard, and then pointed around, asking him to look for the traces of the owner in the courtyard.

The blue light in Xiaohua's eyes flickered for a moment, and then she ran around the yard, and when she came back, she led Wanlin towards the forest. They ran forward four or five hundred meters along the undulating hills, Xiaohua suddenly stopped, stood up and smelled the air, and then ran to the side, Wan Lin carefully followed Xiaohua, the sniper rifle tightly pressed against the shoulder socket, maintaining a posture ready to shoot. There was danger everywhere in the dark mountains and forests, and he didn't dare to be careless at this time.

Xiaohua ran out of about two kilometers with Wan Lin, and Wan Lin suddenly found that he had reached the end of the hilly area, and then ran further into a dense forest.

At this moment, Wan Lin suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood, and he quickly pounced behind a hill, poking out half of his head from behind a rock on the side of the hill and looking forward.

Through the dim moonlight, he saw Xiaohua suddenly run to a small earthen bag in front of him and stopped, Wan Lin sniffed the smell of blood in the air, as if the faint smell came from the place where Xiaohua was.

Wan Lin saw that Xiaohua did not warn, and ran over with a sniper rifle. As he ran, the thick smell of blood grew stronger. He was secretly surprised in his heart, and suddenly raised his speed, and his body flashed quickly on the hills, like a black smoke flowing in the starlight, and rushed to Xiaohua's side.

Under the dim starlight, a black shadow lay on its back on the hillside, Wan Lin's eyes swept around, and seeing that there was nothing unusual, he squatted down and looked at the other party carefully. Lying on the hillside was a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing an animal skin on his upper body, his chest soaked in blood, and his two round eyes were staring into the air with a kind of hatred.

Wan Lin looked at the people on the ground, and for some reason, his heart suddenly jumped wildly? He looked around in surprise, and suddenly saw that Xiaohua had run to the side and was looking down to see something?

He stood up slowly, and was just about to raise his feet and walk towards Xiaohua, when he suddenly felt a strong sense of danger in his wildly beating heart, and a blue light suddenly appeared in Xiaohua's eyes, and he suddenly jumped up and rushed to the side of the hill.

"Whoosh", a gust of wind with a black shadow instantly rushed to Wan Lin's chest, Wan Lin's face changed, his left hand suddenly poked out, and firmly grasped a black shadow flying in with a "snap".

"Short arrows!" Wan Lin was startled in his heart, and then hurriedly let out a whistle, and then raised his eyes to look in the direction where Xiaohua pounced.

On a small hill not far away, a small black shadow stood on its shoulder, and the sharp nails on its front paws flashed cold light on the opponent's head, if it weren't for Wan Lin's order to stop, Xiaohua's right claw would have wiped the opponent's neck.

Wan Lin swayed and ran over quickly, and Cheng Ru behind him also bent over with a sniper rifle. If it weren't for Wan Lin's whistle just now, he suddenly saw a black shadow appear from the side behind him, and he almost pulled the trigger on the black shadow.

Wan Lin ran to the side of the hill and found a little boy of seven or eight years old staring at him with a pale face, a look of extreme anger in his eyes, a small curved bow clutched tightly in his left hand, and a short arrow in his right hand. Wan Lin looked at the short arrow in his hand, his brows suddenly furrowed, and the feeling of surprise in his heart became even stronger.

He looked down at the child in front of him and reached out to take the curved bow in his hand, but as soon as he touched the small bow, he suddenly felt a thrust coming from the bow. Wan Lin was shocked, he didn't expect this kid to actually practice internal skills!

He suddenly urged a little internal force in his hand, and the opponent's small hand suddenly released like an electric shock, and a surprised light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Wan Lin took the bow and shook his head at Xiaohua, Xiaohua immediately withdrew her sharp nails and jumped off the child's shoulder, just when Xiaohua broke away from the child's shoulder, the child's right hand holding the short arrow suddenly raised, and it was thrust into Wan Lin's chest like lightning.

Wan Lin's face suddenly showed a smile, his left hand held the small bow lightly, and then urged a wave of internal force, the child's hand immediately let go of the short arrow and took two steps back, the look of surprise in his eyes was even more intense, accompanied by a look of fear.

Wan Lin followed and took the falling short arrow in his hand, looked down at the small bow, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and a fine light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

The style of the small bow was exactly the same as the one he carried with him, and the black bow shimmered faintly in the moonlight. Wan Lin lightly hooked the bowstring, and found that the bowstring was much softer than his own, and it was estimated that the child did not have such a deep internal force, so the bowstring used was softer.

His eyes flashed, and then he took a step forward with his sniper rifle on his back, reached out and grabbed the child's arm and walked down the hillside, the child shook his arm vigorously and dragged it back and refused to follow him, and a wave of internal force came from his hand to Wan Lin's hand.