The moonlit backyard was even more desolate, full of thorny and artemisia grass, with a breeze blowing, branches swaying, and a faint smell of weirdness and blood in the air. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

We were standing on the dirt steps under the eaves, and the picker who had come in before me was pouting his ass into the grass, and the drunkard shouted, "What are you doing?" ”

He straightened up and replied, "Dog, red dog, walking so fast, it's gone, I'm going to catch it." ”

"Come back, pick up. It's not a dog, it's a fox, you can't catch it alone, don't scare it away. ”

I scolded, squinted at me, was not convinced, pointed at Old Man Sun and said, "Dog, his dog, is dead." ”

I was taken aback, walked over quickly, leaned over and peeked through the gap in the fallen firewood and grass branches, and sure enough, I saw the yellow dog lying in the grass more than a foot in front of me, fluttering weakly on all fours, making a faint whirring sound.

I swung the pig-killing knife and slashed all the way, and a few of them followed me to the earth dog. Under the flashlight, the blood stained the firewood and grass red, and most of its neck had been bitten off, and the broken throat that could be seen exposed, no wonder it couldn't scream.

Old man Sun's face was pale, he squatted down, and muttered to the yellow dog, the yellow dog had not yet died, his body twitched, and the distracted dog looked at his master, as if tears were overflowing, Old man Sun stretched out his left hand, trembling and touching its head.

My heart seemed to be pricked by something, and I didn't say anything, and the drunkard sighed and said, "No, I can't be saved." Seeing that it has wounds on its legs and waist, there should be more than one demon fox, how long has it been? I didn't even hear it scream, and I bit my throat with just one bite, how ruthless it was. ”

We came here from the front yard for three or four minutes at most, and the dog was a little faster than us, that is, as soon as he came in, he was attacked, and it was a fatal blow. But what about the rhubarb, the little yellow, and the ghost animal toad? Supposedly they came in a little ahead of the yellow dog, where did they go? I guess I'm being attacked.

I looked around nervously, and the firewood and grass were luxuriant, but unfortunately I couldn't see far at all. I yelled at Rhubarb and Xiaohuang, and I also called my sister, but there was no movement except for the echo. I was so conscious that I walked through the firewood, grass and thorns in disregard, and when I came down, I found nothing, and returned to my place uneasily.

The drunkard asked, "Did you find anything?" ”

I shook my head.

"Don't worry, Rhubarb and Xiaohuang are no better than yellow dogs, small, slippery, their own wisdom has been opened, no matter how big the demon fox is, it is impossible to succeed at once, let alone ghost animals, few dare to provoke its poison alone, the yellow dog is different, it is just an ordinary earth dog, you see this firewood and grass can't be inserted into the feet, it is not flexible in such a place, and it can't go fast, this is what the demon fox can do."

yes, why didn't I think of such a simple truth? I breathed a sigh of relief.

The yellow dog didn't move, obviously out of breath, and Old Man Sun stood up, the pillar of light swiped, and looked around angrily.

The drunkard comforted him and said, "The red man has been looking for a circle, but it's useless, I can't find it." Besides, this dog is not dead but also dead, and if he dies early, he will be reborn sooner, and he may be reborn and become a human in the next life. “

Without waiting for Old Man Sun to answer, he changed his words and continued: "Obviously, this place is dangerous, and the skills of that animal are not small, so we must not be careless." It's better not to be scattered, and only when you are together can you take care of each other. Why don't we sit on the steps under the eaves for a while, smoke a cigarette and calm down, and discuss what to do next. ”

I nodded and said, "I didn't expect them to come out so early, and they dared to commit murder under our noses, I guess their nest is near here, don't worry, you can always find it." ”

The drunkard said cautiously: "Don't bump into each other, there are still two or three quarters of an hour in the ion, wait for a while, rhubarb they are psychic, they must have chased over, or they will definitely come back to you soon, and they will lead the way to be sure." ”

I hummed and looked up at the night sky, the moon was climbing up to the middle of the sky, and there were clouds hovering around it, covering its figure from time to time, light and dark change, unpredictable.

"So be it, wait for news from the rhubarb, and take a break by the way. This firewood is deep and the grass is lush, and it is night, I can't see clearly, and it is easy to have problems when I am reckless, so caution is the best. ”

As the drunkard spoke, he walked away, and several of them silently retreated to the dirt steps under the eaves, and as for the dead dog, none of us mentioned it.

I was here in the backyard two days ago, but I didn't pay attention to it at the time. The backyard is not big, opposite the kitchen house is a row of pigpen cowsheds, the open space in the middle is connected to the deep woods in the back mountain, there is no wall in sight, maybe there is none, maybe it has collapsed, as far as the eye can see, except for desolation or desolation.

At this moment, the moon burrowed into the clouds, and it was dark on all sides, and the heavens and the earth were silent, and there were no insects and frogs, and no water could be heard. Looking at this desolate and eerie backyard, I fell into deep thought.

Many things in the world are easier said than done. It is not easy to find a cunning fox in the grass and bushes without a roof, and even if it can be found, it is impossible to predict whether it will be able to catch it. The backyard is close to the hillside, the slope is densely wooded and the trees are deep, and it belongs to Mao'er Ridge when it crosses the ridge, as long as it escapes into Mao'er Ridge, and then trying to catch it is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, unless it escapes back to its nest, and you just find its nest.

You can't think about it, and the more you think about it, the harder it becomes, the less hope you feel. Haocai now has a lot of helpers, in addition to the old man and the pick-up of drunken children, there are also big and small yellow and "ghost animal sister". It's a pity that the teacher is unfavorable, the big yellow dog is dead, and there is a good helper who is good at tracking.

I coughed with the spicy smoke, and in the blink of an eye, the three of them were blowing their horns as if they were playing, and a little fiery red was bright and dark in their clicks, and smoke was spitting out of their mouths and noses. My throat was tickling, so I sat on my side, looking at them with some envy, and then my nervousness relaxed, and before I knew it, my mind was entangled in the cigarette.

I remember that the alcoholic man said two famous sayings about cigarettes, one is "A cigarette after a meal, you can be a fairy in the race", and the other is "Smoke is a harmonious grass, everyone is indispensable". I remember when I was five or six years old, I stole my father's cigarette rolls, and then I scolded my heart for a long time. I would get sick and I was so scared that I didn't dare to steal a cigarette anymore.

After two years and two years older, I understood that my grandmother was scaring me, and the idea of secretly learning to smoke came up again. It was the summer vacation of the year before the big year, and Zeng Sanhong, the third eagle, stole a pack of flue-cured tobacco from home, which was fried by his grandfather Zeng Qinghu with essence and brown sugar, and was specially used to entertain guests, and there was a sweet smell when it smelled. A few of us sat on the mountain, followed the example of adults, tore off two pages of the workbook, cut it into small rectangles, grabbed a pinch of tobacco and rolled it into a small trumpet, dipped it firmly in our mouths with spit, lit a match, and sucked it up. In order to show his manhood, he was choked and coughed up tears, but he still insisted on sucking it up.

I don't know how a few of them felt, but I knew that my head was dizzy and unsteady on my feet, and my heart was a little uncomfortable, I thought it was going to be sick, and Huang Shiren said that I was smoking and getting drunk, because he was also drunk. He cut a handful of firewood and laid it on the ground and told me to lie down, saying that he would be fine when the smoke had passed.

I lay on the firewood, the dizziness felt a little better, my chest was still uncomfortable, and even my body was sweating, and after a while, I couldn't help but vomit, and after vomiting, I relaxed. As a result, I slept on the firewood and grass for more than an hour that morning, and I returned home listlessly and empty-handed.

I still remember that uncomfortable feeling, and I haven't learned to smoke since then, and I try to avoid them when they smoke secretly, and I don't understand how the spicy and choking smoke can make me get drunk and vomit.

While he was thinking wildly, the drunkard suddenly stood up, spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, and said to me in a panic, "Red boy, something is wrong. ”

"What's wrong?"

"Woohoo!"

What answered me was a howling sound coming from the back mountain. At the same time, the wind suddenly rose, and the smell of fish came to the face.

The voice was sudden, dull and vicious, and my heart was so shocking that my hairs stood on end, and I jumped up at once.

I've never heard anything like it, I don't know what it is. In this flash, I only heard the drunkard and the old man Sun exclaim almost at the same time:

"Old worm!"

"The old worm is coming! Come inside! ”

Tiger? The tiger of the king of beasts? I let out an "ah", horrified.

In a panic, the old man Sun turned on the flashlight, and the drunkard grabbed me and ran away.

After running for about a dozen steps, he saw an open doorway, and rushed in regardless of it. I glanced at the kitchen I had entered.

"Whew!" I turned my head to look, the trees and grass blocked the view, and I didn't see the tiger, but I was surprised to find that Pickup Lai was standing in place, staring at the back mountain stunned.

I was in a hurry and yelled desperately: "Come and pick it up, the old worm is coming." ”

Picking up the call, as if sensing the danger, I turned and ran quickly, and just then I saw a behemoth covered in markings leap out of the grass and pounce on the corpse of the yellow dog. It is less than five feet from the earth stairs where we just rested.

He must have seen it too, he suddenly sped up, ran over and stepped into the threshold, and the old man Sun, who had been prepared for a long time, closed the door panel with a "squeak" and got the door bolt in his hand.

The door is an old-fashioned double-open wooden door, the door panel is made of two large pine planks of an inch thick spliced together, thick and strong, although this house has been uninhabited for 20 years, the wooden door has not rotted, but this bolt may not be firm, I am afraid it is difficult to withstand the strong impact of the tiger.

The drunkard and the old man had already thought of it, and the two of them hurriedly moved the bench and table, put the wooden door tightly, and then each found a hoe handle and a flat pole that had not decayed, and guarded the door one left and one right.

The tiger's low roar couldn't help but be heard, mixed with the sound of chewing, presumably enjoying the earth dog. The air was filled with fear, and I couldn't help but be curious, and when I looked out through the crack in the door, I could hear the sound of brushing but not the tiger.

Although I have never seen a wild thing, I have often heard people talk about it. The little butts of three or five years old cry and are disobedient, and the intimidation of adults is "the old worm is coming", and the first thing I remember fearing is the man-eating tiger.

According to the adults, no one has seen a tiger there since five or eight years, and it seems that it is extinct, and we never imagined that we could encounter it in this place.

The drunkard pulled me, and I was about to retreat, when I saw a strange scene:

A fiery fox came out of the grass, and behind it was a big white creature the size of a cow, covered with dark stripes, and it couldn't stop opening its bloody mouth, revealing its fangs, its red tongue licking its lips, and a pair of big lantern-like eyes shining in the darkness......