Wang Yang walked out of the canyon and met the crowd, with a stone knife in his hand, intending to dig a pit to bury the dead.

"This time, we have to dig deeper, and we can't let other animals dig in."

The chaser came behind him and patted him on the shoulder, Wang Yang lowered his head and muttered, "I know you're back, it's okay, I'm just digging a hole." ”

The chaser patted him on the shoulder again, and then screamed "whine".

"If you find it, ......let it go first," Wang Yang turned his head and was about to say put aside, but was attracted by what the exorcist was holding in his arms.

He was holding not the woman or the bloody stump of a meteor, but a wolf......

For a moment, Wang Yang was messy in the wind.

I've heard of werewolves, werewolves have been played in movies, but they have to transform at the full moon, no one has told him, and people transform even when they die.

Or, Meteor and the woman were reincarnated by the wolf demon who was killed by the Bladetooth Tiger and beaten back to their original form?

He was stunned, his mind was full of chaotic thoughts, he quickly shook his head, and looked seriously, this was indeed a wolf, an adult wolf.

It was dead, with a spear pierced through its stomach and two bloody holes in its neck, which had been inflicted by the Bladetooth Tiger.

He turned his head and walked left and right, looking around the chasers.

"What about people? What about corpses? I told you to find someone, but I didn't tell you to catch the wolf and come back! ”

He's a little dizzy, what's going on? Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he looked at the wooden spears of the Destroyers, which were still hanging from their waists, and had never been taken.

But the wolf also had a bloody spear on its belly. Who gave it the fatal blow?

Is it the woman's?

Wang Yang felt a little confused and called everyone back to the cave. Let the exorcist draw what he sees and hears.

The exorcist was not ambiguous and immediately painted. Soon the experience was drawn on the ground.

After Wang Yang looked at it, he completely understood.

It turned out that after they entered the territory of the blade-toothed tiger, they found the dead wolf, so they went forward to inspect it, and by the way, they carried it on their backs, ready to bring it back.

Then they searched the Bladetooth Tiger's sphere of influence, but they didn't see any ape-man stumps, and they were a little puzzled.

Fortunately, the chasers observed more carefully and rushed back to the location where the wolf carcass was found. There, they saw that two of the three bloodstains on the ground had stopped, and one continued to extend.

Wang Yang pulled the chaser outside and asked him which direction the bloodstain extended, and the chaperone pointed to the left.

There is a mountain on the left, and on the mountain there is a pack of wolves, and there is the eldest among the wolves. It's a bastard.

For a while, Wang Yang seemed to grasp the inspiration in his mind and guessed the picture at that time.

He guessed that after he and the woman were separated. The wolves attacked her, and in the confusion, she inadvertently killed a wolf.

And the Bladetooth Tiger is doing something wrong with the wolves on their own turf. He roared in warning and stared at the wolves.

When it found out that a wolf was dying. I didn't want to let go of that good meal, so I took the opportunity to kill it.

This behavior angered the head wolf. It and the wolves attacked the Bladetooth Tiger, causing a wound in its leg.

The blade-toothed tiger escaped, and after the wolves left, it dragged the dead wolf to its own territory to eat, but before it could move, it saw Wang Yang appearing with a pair of dead fish eyes.

After thinking about everything, Wang Yang's chest was full of flames, and he finally knew who the murderer was and which bastard did it.

I wasted so many expressions and emotions like a clown, and as a result, I caught a sharp-toothed tiger and came back, how could I not be angry!

He understands why the wolves attack their tribe, because some time ago, their own people captured a wolf cub, and the wolves still found out, thinking that they had broken the tacit agreement and wanted to hunt them, and they felt threatened, so they wanted to retaliate and kill.

Wang Yang doesn't think that his tribe is at fault for killing that little wolf, you broke into the territory first, what is it to kill you a little wolf, it's not bad if you don't kill you.

"These inch-tight, greedy bastards." Wang Yang gritted his teeth with hatred and clenched his fists, if it wasn't too late today, he would definitely use all his strength to hunt the wolves.

"Eat that damn wolf meat tonight!" As soon as Wang Yang turned around, he walked towards the wolf, and regardless of whether he broke the wolf's skin, he picked up the stone knife and slashed it, as if he wanted to sprinkle all his anger on it.

The bonfire was "crackling" and burning, shining with warmth in the darkness, and Wang Yingying looked at Wang Yang, who was still stacking the meat, although the meat had been stacked to a blur of flesh.

More precisely, he is no longer stacking, but smashing.

The blade of the stone knife in his hand was shattered early because he hit the hard bones, and he never stopped, nor did he change the knife, just smashed and smashed like crazy.

The Bladetooth Tiger watched from his side, looking at the image of flesh and blood flying, and shrunk its neck.

Its hind legs had stopped bleeding and were frozen. It wanted to turn its head and lick its wounds, but could only look; It wanted to lie on the ground and sleep freely, but it could only think.

What it wanted most was to eat something, and then bite Wang Yang and leave.

Tragically, it was captured before it had a chance to eat a few bites of wolf meat, and it was still hungry, and the picture of the flesh and blood flying was not terrible, but very delicious, and the smell of blood was so fragrant.

What scared it was the tireless man who only knew how to smash with rocks.

If it recalls, it is estimated that it will regret it, knowing that today, at the beginning, on the question of killing the lynx first or killing Wang Yang first, it would have come to a completely different answer.

The night was deep, the forest was incomparably silent, and the owl, wearing its "glasses", flew through the black smoky canyon.

It especially didn't like the choking smell and couldn't stand it, but it was attracted to the group of "chirping" rats, and thought about how to find a chance to catch a few.

It flew over the outskirts of the forest, into the depths of the forest, and landed on the branches of the Bladetooth Tiger's territory.

It looked down, left and right, and didn't find the huge stupid guy, that guy is really stupid, he moves so slowly, he can't fly, and he is always disturbed by the long tiger teeth when he eats.

A snow hare appeared on the side of the road, and the owl looked at it, always feeling that this bouncing animal had seen it himself, but it didn't seem to have seen it, why was it so white?

The snow hare came here from afar, and settled here a little, and it was well fed tonight, and it was glad that the beast was not there, and I wonder if it had gone somewhere else, and it was better never to come back.

It was almost at its nest, but instead of going back directly, it jumped around the nest, confusing its footprints so that some birds did not know where their nest was.

But suddenly, a mysterious aura came from the edge of the forest, and it smelled something unusual, some dangerous, some violent.

It quickened its pace, ran a zigzag of ten next to its nest, and burrowed back into its nest as the group of breaths approached it.

"Now I'm relieved." If it had the language, it would have been able to say that.

Around its nest, a figure slowly walked out, and the moonlight peeked out of the clouds from time to time, brushing its eyes that reflected the ghostly light, brushing its loose fur covered with gray, white and blue, and brushing its tail that dragged behind it.

Finally, it teased a dozen wolves behind it.

The wolf looked out at the dark forest, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the trees, through the canyon, and see the group of people.

It looked at it for a long, long time, and suddenly, he lowered his head, looked at the snow rabbit's nest, and let out a low roar.

It was just a low roar, but the wolves came there quickly, as if they had received some order, and frantically dug through the dirt.

After a while, the snow rabbit inside was taken out.

I'm afraid it's dead, I can't even think of it, how did the set used before become invalid here? Don't they see with their eyes?

Wolves need to see with their eyes, but they don't rely on their eyes, preferring to use their noses to track their prey.

The head wolf turned around and licked the scar on his hind leg, there was an obvious hairless scar, scratched by a meteor, and the hair was a little less, and he always felt cold there.

Feeling a little warmer, it turned its head and "woo~" to the moonless night clear howl.

Suddenly, its eyes were fierce, and it ran forward, fast.

They walked through the forest like the wind, and the trees on both sides of the forest retreated rapidly, and it wasn't long before a flash of fire appeared in their eyes.

At the same time, the breath of the saber-toothed tiger and the group of small animals quickly jumped into their noses, stimulating their sense of smell.

They slowed down and slowly approached.

They weren't the best lurkers, but the noise in the canyon gave them good cover, and before they knew it, they were at the mouth of the canyon.

The head wolf looked at the wooden plank blocked by the doorway, took a few steps back, accelerated, jumped more than a meter high, and was about to jump over the plank, although it looked a little embarrassed, and its hind legs were touched, but it successfully came in.

It saw the strange light of the fire in the cave, the strange crowd, the chirping of the rats, and the silly blade-toothed tiger standing in the middle with its back to them.

Immediately after, wolf after wolf jumped in and stood behind the head wolf.

It was so dimly lit that the fire in the cave couldn't reveal their figures, and if anyone paid special attention to it, they might be able to spot a dozen bits of ghostly light.

The Bladetooth Tiger had its back on its back, and it couldn't see them, but it could smell it, and it had smelled it so many times, and it remembered it so deeply, why should it think.

It struggled, sensed the danger, and didn't want to expose its back to them, but it couldn't.

"Roar!" It warns the wolves and wants to deter.

Not only did it find out, but more than a dozen wolves went out together, and the group of rats also found out.

"Tsk! Twitter! The rats were already uneasy about the unfamiliar breath of the blade-toothed tiger, but they were stimulated again, and suddenly let out a high-decibel scream, which was extremely harsh.

The whole canyon was thrown into chaos, and chickens and dogs jumped. (To be continued......)