Lao Pi was ready to fight against the water, he slowly raised the five and a half in his hand, half staring at his eyes, the side of the crosshair was firmly aimed at the head of the white bat, its size was too big, Lao Pi felt that he had no possibility of making a mistake. The finger was already on the trigger, and the moment the beasts rushed over, there was a screaming of death.

However, things did not go in the way they did not want to, and the bats did not seem to be in a hurry to sacrifice them to their leader, but when they got out of the way, the old skin suddenly saw a bright red stain on the white bat's chest. The white bat glanced at the old skin, and from its eyes, the old skin actually read a trace of sadness, and after a while it slowly lowered its head and stretched out its tongue to lick it lightly in the blood-red place......

"Fourth brother," Lao Pi said as he continued to tense his nerves, "Why do I think it's seriously injured and seems to need our help?" ”

Wang Ling also observed this change, and he said to Lao Pi: "You put down the gun first, and tell it that we are not hostile." Then he boldly took a step forward and said to the white-haired bat, "Whether you understand it or not, the three of us are just passing by, and if you need our help, just nod." Wang Ling gestured to his chest and said, "Now I'm coming, don't have a conflict?" ”

As he spoke, he spread out his hands, and slowly moved two steps forward to stop and observe the actions of those bats, for the time being, he did not find any danger, but Lao Pi reminded: "Don't mess around, when the time comes, I will send it over as a snack." ”

Wang Ling had an intuition, he thought that this bat was not ready to kill them, and there was such an incident in the old Wang family:

During the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, the shopkeeper of Wang Ji Shop at that time went to Anhui to sell incense and candles, and there was an ancient road in Huihang at that time, which was the most important business road in the two provinces south of the Yangtze River. This trade road is still there since the completion of the Tang Dynasty, and has become the choice of many travelers on foot, with a total length of more than 20 kilometers, and the whole journey is a mountain road, which is rarely inhabited, and is a common place infested by wild beasts and bandits. Therefore, the merchants who come and go generally go together, but Wang Ji's reputation at that time was not as good as it is now, and he did the business of dead people's things, and most of the other merchants were reluctant to go with Wang Ji, because there was a saying in the past that if you carried sesame oil paper money with you when you walked at night, you would provoke some unclean things.

Therefore, Wang Ji can only go alone, this road plus the goods need a day and a night, usually he will stop at a mountain temple halfway up the Qingliang Peak on the road to pass. It was in that temple that Wang Ji encountered a wolf, and there had been cases of caravan horses being attacked by wild wolves before, so he was very afraid. But the wolf continued to wail and whirl outside the temple, and when the king heard the very sad voice, he had the courage to go and check it, but there was a trap for catching beasts on the wolf's feet.

At this time, he could have taken the opportunity to kill the wolf with a club, but he believed that there was a clear distinction between good and evil, and that both humans and animals were no exception, so he said to the wolf: "I will help you to remove the shackles, and you must not hurt me, is it possible?" ”

The wolf nodded to him as if he understood, so Wang Ji stepped forward to help the wolf remove the clip, and was really not attacked. When the wolf walked out of the mountain temple, Wang Ji heard a roar of wolves outside the house, he couldn't help but let out a cold sweat but felt secretly glad for what he had done just now, it turned out that there was a whole group of wolves in the forest outside the house, if he recklessly killed it, I am afraid that in exchange for the revenge of the wolves.

The matter was not over at this point, and later every time Wang Ji passed by this ancient road, he could see the figure of the wild wolf, following him from afar, and every time he stopped at the mountain temple, he would always find some pheasants and hares outside, all of which were taken here by wolves to send him. After coming and going, this incident became a legend on the Huihang Ancient Road, and after that, the wild wolves never attacked the caravan again.

He leaned over and slowly approached the white-haired bat, as his ancestors had done, and spoke to the bat in a very slow tone. After walking about five or six steps, suddenly, a black bat pounced on him coldly from above, Wang Ling was already injured, where could he beware of this sudden attack, seeing that he was about to be bitten, the white-haired bat let out another roar, and then in the eyes of everyone, the black bat rubbed against his scalp......

"Damn, these brutes!" Lao Pi shouted: "Fourth brother, come back quickly!" ”

Wang Ling didn't think so, he felt more and more that the white-haired bat understood his mind, so he looked at himself and found that he was still holding a torch, this beast was naturally afraid of fire, could it be that this caused hostility? So he simply threw away the torch and asked Lao Pi to send the flashlight, and sure enough, the black bats around the white-haired bats began to spread out in all directions, and suddenly retreated a few meters away. As a result, Wang Ling also approached boldly, and his steps became bigger and bigger.

It wasn't until he walked up to the white-haired bat that he could take a closer look, a man and a beast were only a few meters apart, and Wang Ling could almost smell the smell of blood coming from it. Looking up and down with a flashlight, there was a noticeable break in its wings, and it seemed that the situation was not only so bad, but its wings were also damaged to varying degrees. He moved the flashlight to other positions, and he didn't know if the light stimulated the bat's eyes, and when it swept over its face, the white-haired bat suddenly leaned forward, revealing its fangs full of fangs and "roaring" at Wang Ling, and the flying wings immediately pounced, and at this time, the black bats suddenly got a signal, and those that were originally scattered suddenly surrounded again......

It seems that this bat is really faster than turning a book, Wang Ling didn't have time to explain and was about to retreat, but he heard a voice behind him: "If you don't want to die, just stand there and don't move, and don't stare at its eyes!" ”

Whose voice is it? Anyway, Wang Ling knew that it was definitely not Lao Pi and the poet, and he was a little familiar but couldn't remember it for a while, but he still did it, and immediately removed the flashlight and lowered his head, and sure enough, those bats returned to their previous state and began to evacuate.

Lao Pi also heard the voice, and when he looked back, he saw no one, but the poet remembered it, patted his thigh and whispered: "I have a mother, when did that plague god come?" ”

"Plague God?" Lao Pi was reminded by this reminder and remembered, this voice was the young Zheng Jiuwu who rarely spoke, although this person lived with them but rarely communicated, he went to work or went home to rest, he always looked cold, and over time, they were all used to having such a big living person who didn't exist around them. Anyway, this Zheng Jiuwu didn't cross the line with them, when did this guy come, and he followed him here, and he was really as silent as a ghost.

"Is Lao Zheng you?" Old Leather shouted into the darkness behind him, "Where are you why can't I see?" ”

A figure slowly walked out of the darkness, and the man did not take care of the old skin, but walked straight towards the royal tomb.

"Old ...... Lao Zheng ...... "The poet stretched out his hand and tried to grab his arm, but found that he had not caught anything, and watched the plague god walk past him, he looked at his hands and said to Lao Pi incredulously: "Pi Ye, are we the hell?" ”

Wang Ling also turned around at this time, and saw that Zheng Jiuwu was coming towards him, so he also persuaded: "Jiuwu, it's very dangerous here, don't come here yet." ”

"Dangerous?" Zheng Jiuwu snorted coldly: "I remember that your ancestors were engaged in the trade of the dead, I don't know when Brother Wang changed his career to become a veterinarian, will you still take this fracture?" ”

This sentence stopped Wang Ling, he really wouldn't, even if the white-haired bat asked him to help him, he didn't know where to start. This is not as simple as the ancestor taking off the beast clip on the wolf's feet, this white-haired bat is very seriously injured, to put it mildly, if it is put on a person, it will require an operation, and his royal tomb will not be able to do it anyway.

"It's really dragging," Lao Pi said a little dissatisfied after hearing his words: "I said that you are just uninvited, and what are you going to say, do you really think you are something?" ”

That Zheng Jiuwu was obviously not provoked by the old skin, and still ran towards Wang Ling's side, only to see that he was doing a trick as he walked, and when he put his fingers in his mouth, he actually blew a low whistle, which was very similar to the call of the bat. This was an eye-opener for several people, who had only heard of someone using a whistle to imitate a bird's call, and there were still people who could imitate a bat!

What's even more peculiar is that after he whistled, the white-haired bat slowly began to bend down, and finally even its head was on the ground. Immediately afterwards, the man walked past the royal tomb as if no one was around, until the white-haired bat began to caress the bat's forehead with his hand, and the bat was also quite docile and very cooperative, and then he began to check the bat's body.

After a while, Zheng Jiuwu turned his head to Wang Ling and said, "Come here and help, I need someone to illuminate this." ”

Wang Ling woke up like a dream, and hurriedly responded and went over, only to see that Zheng Jiuwu's hand had an extra needle and thread at some point, sewing back and forth on the bat's chest, and the bat would occasionally flutter its wings, and every now and then Zheng Jiuwu would stop, presumably the bat was in pain.

Seeing this, Lao Pi and the poet also felt amazing, so they boldly followed him, and the usually silent plague god turned out to be an excellent surgeon, and the debridement and suturing were done in a decent way. Then there is the bone, they have seen the bone for people, they have also seen it for the cow bone, and they can give the bat bone......