Chapter 1: The Deadly Ancestors

Mengzi lifted the short hexagram and wiped the sweat on his face, looked up at the sky, and glared fiercely at the vicious sun hanging in the air.

Although the north in autumn is already cool in the morning and evening, at two o'clock in the afternoon, the spicy sunshine of the "autumn tiger" still makes him a little unbearable, not to mention that he is still carrying his prey - a roe deer weighing more than 100 catties.

Mengzi, full name Liu Meng. Although he is only eighteen years old, he has been worshipping under the name of the Kanto hero since he was a child, and he has practiced martial arts and hunting with his master, and has developed a skill, and he is a famous stick boy in the nearby ten miles and eight villages. If it weren't for the sudden invasion of the Northeast by the little devil, maybe Mengzi would have married a wife and had a son and hugged his son.

Since the Oriental devils set up police stations in the county towns and towns, these traitors went to the township every three days and harvested every five days.

Although there is no food, for Mengzi, the survival of a family of four is not a big problem: he has the ability to do it, plus he has endless strength, as long as he goes up the mountain, he will definitely not return empty-handed. No, it was only half a day's work to hunt this roe deer. Mengzi was carrying this prey to the city in a hurry at this time, and such a fat roe deer would definitely be able to exchange for more grain and rice.

Finally out of the deep mountains and old forests, a turn is the main road to the city, Mengzi couldn't help but feel a burst of excitement, but he just walked to the foot of the mountain, before he turned to the main road, suddenly, from a distance came a sound of the bell of a rubber carriage.

Mengzi's momentum changed, he suddenly stopped his rushing steps, his eyes stared instantly, and a cold air shot out of his eyes. He put the roe deer on his shoulder to the ground, picked up the old foreign cannon with his hand, and bent his body slightly, as if facing a great enemy.

Mengzi knows that this kind of rubber carriage, with bells, is not something that everyone can afford, except for the pseudo-police station, even a few large families in the city do not have such a high configuration.

For this group of traitor policemen, Mengzi hated to eat them raw: not long ago, because of the grain requisition, my father was severely beaten by these inhuman things, and he lay on the kang for more than half a month before coming down to the ground.

The fierce son bent his waist and slipped down from the foot of the mountain, hiding in a cluster of bushes, and secretly looked at the mountain road, and really saw a carriage slowly walking towards this side. Because there was still some distance away, it was not very clear what was loaded in the cart, and only three guys dressed in navy blue pseudo-police black skins were holding spears, shouting at the horses pulling the cart, and singing a small tune and sitting on the carriage with long legs.

The three guys, and still holding the 38 big cover, Mengzi glanced at the old cannon in his hand with some disappointment, so he had to retreat to the foot of the mountain with hatred, find a hiding place, and lean under a big tree in great disappointment. In this situation, Mengzi had to wait for their car to pass first. He didn't want to run into these bastards, for fear that he wouldn't be able to hold back the fire and start his hands, although it was still certain to deal with these wastes with a one-to-three, but the guys in the hands of these traitors still made the fierce man very taboo.

Waiting is the hardest thing to endure, and this is especially true of the fierce son who has always been very active and not quiet.

It was really boring, Mengzi leaned under the big tree, took the big gourd with water tied around his waist, shook it, and then pulled the lid and drank it, but before he could drink two sips, suddenly, there was an intermittent woman's scream from the dirt road.

Mengzi couldn't help but be stunned, and the hand holding the gourd stopped at his mouth as if it was frozen. He was still a little hesitant, a little unconvinced that he had really heard the woman's screams and cries for help. Just when Mengzi hesitated, another woman's scream came, this time, Mengzi no longer had any doubts, he jumped up from the ground, pinned the gourd to his waist, flicked his right hand, picked up the old foreign cannon, a cat's waist, "rubbed" a few steps, ran to the bushes on the side of the dirt road, stretched out his head to look ahead - just this look, couldn't help but surprise Mengzi.

The fierce son who was born as a hunter is definitely a person who has seen the world: all these years, hunting and shuttling in the deep mountains and old forests, what strange things have not been encountered? From fox fairies, to ghosts hitting walls, to ferocious beasts, Siberian tigers, northwest wolves, and big black blind men...... Although when I saw the Siberian tiger, I never dared to step aside, after all, this guy was too fierce, but there were no less than three or four big black blind people hunted by himself. I remember one time, a foreign cannon failed to hit the black blind man, but only blasted a bloody hole in its stomach, even if it almost didn't kill itself, it finally got out safely.

The black blind man is a thing with a particularly strong vitality, great strength, and a strong desire for revenge, and people who often go up the mountain know that although this guy is not as fierce as the Siberian tiger, but if he provokes it, he can kill people if he goes crazy, so the hunters in the mountains have an unwritten old rule: that is, when hunting the big black blind man, if the first shot does not hit the vital point, hurry up, otherwise, it is not you who hunt it, but it hunts you. I don't know how many times I've heard such a story since I was a child.

Of course, there is a point in running away. Otherwise, no matter how fast you run, you will still end up in the belly of the black blind man: when the first shot is not on target, your first reaction is to run for your life, but not to run blindly without a purpose, you must see the direction of the wind before shooting, and find a way back. When escaping, you have to run with the wind, because the hair on the forehead of the black blind man is relatively long, and if you run with the wind, the long hair will not be blown away, just blocking its eyes, so that it can not see the prey in front of it clearly, and the speed will not be too fast, which is a great opportunity for you to slip away.

If you run in the wrong direction of the wind and run away against the wind, the consequences will be unimaginable: as long as the wind blows the hair of this black blind man, and the eyes are fixed on you, even if you can, in the forest, you will not be able to outrun this four-legged fellow, and the last slap, even if you don't hit you in the head and blossom, will make you half of your body, and finally become something in its belly.

The newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, for the fierce son, although every time he goes up the mountain, his parents will tell him that he must not be reckless, and when he encounters the Siberian tiger and the black blind man, he can hide, but he just doesn't believe in this evil. Especially after hunting two black blind men, although he didn't say it in his mouth, he didn't take his parents' advice seriously in his heart.

The sudden miss of the first shot was still more or less surprising to the fierce man, but he didn't pay much attention to it, put the old cannon behind him, got up from behind the rock, pulled out the hunting knife, looked behind him, aimed at the back road, and then withdrew unhurriedly.

It's also that he was too careless, although the back road was found, but he didn't pay too much attention to the direction of the wind. The fierce man withdrew for about ten meters, and suddenly felt the wind in the back of his head, and suddenly turned around, almost not scaring his soul out: I saw the injured black blind man with his front feet off the ground, standing two meters away from him, and one front paw was shoving a mess of grass into the muzzle of the gun. Probably this guy noticed that his prey suddenly stopped, so he also raised his head sharply and met the fierce man face to face.

When the enemy saw each other, they were very red-eyed, but they didn't expect that this would also apply to the black blind man. As soon as the big guy saw that the fierce man who injured himself was in front of him, he didn't care about stuffing the grass into the muzzle, and his huge body squatted down slightly, jumped forward, and pressed the fierce man over.

The adult big black blind man weighs six or seven hundred pounds, to say the least, if this is smashed and pressed down, let alone a fierce son of flesh and blood, even a stone, it will be smashed to pieces.

Seeing the big black blind man smashing down on himself, the fierce man didn't have time to think about it, he turned sideways, slammed his feet on the ground, and ran out obliquely with a "whoosh". He didn't wait for his body to hit the ground, in mid-air, he aimed at a big tree in front of him, kicked on the tree pole with both feet, and used the rebound force of the tree pole to swing his body farther. Although he dodged the blow of the black blind man, the fierce man who landed on the ground was still scared into a cold sweat, and secretly blamed himself for being too careless. Because although this behemoth did not pounce on him, a big tree with a small bowl in front of him just now was crushed from the root with a "click".

The black blind man pounced, but did not find his prey, and couldn't help but be stunned, this guy roared, got up from the ground, lifted the hairy head, stared at a pair of blood-red eyes, and looked around.

At this time, the fierce man didn't dare to be careless anymore, and ran away without waiting for the black blind man to find out.

The black blind man looks a bit bulky, but his ability to hunt down his prey is not bad at all. As soon as the fierce man got up from the ground, this guy heard the movement, and he didn't see it turn around, one leaned back, and the huge body fell instantly, not waiting for the whole body to land, one turned sharply, the two front bracs hit the ground first, and the limbs were forced, and the "whoosh" chased in the direction of the fierce man's escape.

If you change to flat ground, maybe this big guy will not be able to catch up with the fierce man for a while and a half, although its endurance is strong, but after all, the speed is not as fast as the fierce son, but in the forest, there are weeds and branches everywhere, stumbling, even if you have great ability, it is difficult to run. But the black blind man is different, this guy has a thick skin robe, and these things are not a problem to him at all.

Forty or fifty meters after escaping, Mengzi's heart became more and more bottomless, because the big guy behind him "snorted" The gasp sounded clearer and clearer, and he could even feel a hot breath blowing on the root of his hind feet from time to time.

At this time, Mengzi suddenly remembered what his parents had told him: When you are targeted by a black blind man, you must run with the wind. But at this point he didn't have time to judge the direction of the wind.

"You brute, if you chase Lao Tzu like this, Lao Tzu will fight with you! Help, anyone, come and save me, I'm being targeted by a black blind man, save ......" Mengzi really couldn't think of a better way to get out, so he had to run away and screamed desperately, but before he could finish screaming, his feet suddenly became weak, and his body instantly lost his balance.

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