The wolves came quietly, just as they had hunted caravans long ago.

Obviously, this prey now is not quite the same as the humans they used to hunt regularly.

There was no flame that scared the beasts, and there was no droppings of the big beasts.

The head wolf looked at the vigilant group of humans below with his cold wolf eyes, and he put down the corpse of the human that was gnawing in his mouth.

The meat was tender, just like the children's it had eaten. Although it eats more offal.

"Woohoo! Whew! ”

It hissed a trombone at the moon overhead. The wolves that had been besieging their prey began to move.

Zhao Qian clenched the sharp dagger in his hand, and the sweat in his palm still exposed the tension in his heart at the moment.

He was actually very tired, playing on the computer in the Internet café until about twelve or one o'clock, and his roommate, who had been going with him all night, left first because he was catching the bus. He also came out of the Internet café because he played LOL and played a wave of key ranked team battles.

Who knew that he would be able to make it to the last bus, and when he was lamenting his good luck, who knew that this kind of thing would happen.

"Woo, I'm going home." A girl dressed as a student girl in the crowd couldn't stand it anymore, and knelt on the ground and shed tears.

Zhao Xiangna glanced at it in a low-key manner, except for looking at the snow-white on the girl's chest, he didn't think much about it. The eyes were quickly withdrawn.

He's not that material, he's always known it to himself.

The wolves moved at this point.

After a brief moment of silence, the crowd began to wander and become uneasy.

"Bang!"

The first person who couldn't resist making a move was the thin man who grabbed the gun, and the fat man next to him was also muttering and scolding something at this time, showing nervousness.

"Ahh

The opponent was not injured, but he himself was injured first. That shot didn't hit a wolf, but the thin man didn't anticipate the recoil of the sand eagle's strong advance in a hurry, and his wrist was numb. A butt sat on the ground.

It also frightened a few wild wolves in the dark and retreated a few times uneasily.

"Oh, stupid." The guy in the crowd who got the stick sneered and said.

He wore thick glasses with a slightly higher degree, and glanced at the two men mockingly. The two did not respond.

The wolves are getting closer. Personal grievances aside.

The fat man helped the thin man beside him up.

"Whew." With a canine-like roar, a gray-haired old man on the outskirts of the crowd was knocked down by a dark figure in the darkness before he could react.

And that's just the beginning.

More and more wild wolves began to attack the small circle formed by everyone, which was something formed by the group unconsciously back to back. A faint sense of security.

But it didn't work.

A few more. Zhao Qian saw the right time and stabbed the dagger at the wild wolf that pounced on him. The weakness of modern man's body is also undoubtedly revealed at this moment. He fell to the ground.

The knife stabbed in. He could clearly hear the dagger "poof" and the sound of bone piercing into the flesh.

The wolf's neck was held against him with his left hand. It wanted to stick its head out and bite it, baring its teeth. Zhao Qian could even hear the wolf's low roar of pain as the dagger in his hand stabbed indiscriminately. There was also the sound of heavy breathing.

He twisted his head to the side. Because the wild wolf, which was almost lying on top of him, was scratching at all fours.

There were more messy wounds.

Another knife was sent in.

Zhao Qian could smell the fishy wind in the air and the stench in the wolf's mouth.

The wolf jumped down from him and ran away with his tail between the wounds he had given him in the abdomen and ribs.

Before it was over, more and more wild wolves rushed towards this side.

"No, we have to get out." He got up and looked at it and thought.

Zhao Qian looked around at the place where he kept screaming and roaring, and more and more people fell to the ground after being entangled and attacked by several wolves.

In a panic, he picked up a sword-like weapon from the ground. Long weapons are always much better than short ones. He aimed in one direction and ran that way. There were scratches on his neck, face, and wrists. If you don't have clothes on you, it probably won't be much better.

"Boom!" Behind him came the sound of a grenade exploding, interspersed with the only gunshot.

He had just taken a cursory look at it, and there were the least wolves in that position. Thankfully, I haven't encountered the legendary werewolf so far.

"Whew!"

With the sword in his hand, he quickly opened a wild wolf attacking from the front, and Zhao Qian ran faster and faster.

He was following several people.

The tall, thin man ran at the front, with a pistol in one hand and a knife in the other. The fat man beside him was gone. It is estimated that he helped his palace, or was sold by him. Behind him was the college student who had a stick, but he didn't hit it with a stick.

Zhao Qian was keenly aware that a fist-sized fireball would emerge from that guy's wooden stick from time to time. It is conspicuous in the dark night. No wonder he scolded those two for being stupid. That's the most valuable thing.

There are also two guys who have not been very good and hide in the crowd like him. Looking at the blood-stained swords, weapons and weapons similar to Zhao Qian's hands, as well as the scars on their bodies, we can know that the two of them are not simple.

In the distance, after running up the hillside, everyone saw a light in the darkness.

"Run!" I don't know who said something and injected a dose of cardio into the five people who were embarrassed.

The wolves behind him chased after each other, so that the five of them did not dare to stop, and this sense of urgency was especially obvious to Zhao Qian. He ran last.

"Whew." Hearing a gust of wind behind him, he hurriedly turned a corner and continued to run.

The wolves behind him came closer.

That's not the way to go.

The fangs of the four legs behind him are getting closer and closer.

There's only one way.

When the wolf is chasing you, you don't have to run the fastest, you just need to run faster than your companions.

As he ran, he flung the weapon he had just picked up that looked somewhat like a long sword towards the back of the man in front of him.

"Clank!"

The man hurriedly stretched out the sword in his hand and turned to block.

Blocking it also slowed down his speed.

Zhao Qian accelerated past that person, and with the speed of that person and those wolves, he could only face it.

He didn't think much of it, only to hear a few roars and screams behind him, as well as the sound of some beasts eating.

Everyone ran for a while, but they only felt that their throats and lungs had been pricked by thousands of needles that had been burned by the fire, and they were painful and hot.

Stopped.

No sound could be heard behind him.

Everyone stood there or bent down panting, and the beads of sweat the size of beans were desperately bursting out of their bodies at this time. It's like being fished out of the water.

Everyone walked in the dark field, but no one dared to stop, for fear that the wolves behind them would not have enough to eat and chase after them again.

As we walked further, the light grew closer.

It's here.

But it was not a family, Zhao Qian saw a faint blue flame floating on a pile of white bones from afar. Swaying in the dark.

"Damn, bad luck, ghost fire."

The tall young man who walked in front sat down on a large rock beside him as if he had lost his strength.

Everyone also found a place to sit down one after another, and everyone was tired.

Zhao Qian sat down and scattered a crumpled Chinese cigarette for the other three. A one-dollar lighter was passed around four people. The man with the sword had just lifted the lighter in his hand, as if he had thought of something, and put it down again.

The cigarette was in his mouth. He threw the lighter back to Zhao Qian.

Zhao Qian sat there and took a shuddering puff of cigarette. At three o'clock the spark brightens and disappears in the night.

"Good smoke, buddy."

The thin man had a cigarette butt in his mouth, and the corners of his mouth and nostrils spit out cigarettes from time to time.

The night was still deep, and the bright moon was still hanging high in the sky.

"Huh." Zhao Qian listened and nodded. Now, he couldn't find anything but the synthesized sound.

The other two didn't speak, and the bespectacled college student was rubbing his right temple.

And the young man with the sword just now, he was biting the unlit cigarette and said nothing. Like thinking about something.

Feeling Zhao Qian's gaze, he also turned his head to look at him.

"He's my junior brother." He said to himself. The surroundings were quiet, and even the thin man stopped smoking. The cigarette was caught in his hand.

"Brother, I'm ......"

"He is also my master's only son. The master had planned to pass on the throne to him in a hundred years. Now, too. ”

The man threw down the unattended cigarette in his hand, but the three people next to him couldn't help but get nervous. The two of them each touched their weapons, and Zhao Qian couldn't help but tense his body.

Everyone is guarding against each other.

A pack of cigarettes was scattered like this, and the four of them chatted for hours.

In the end, I don't know who couldn't hold it up first and lay on the grass.

Zhao Qian squinted there. After all, I couldn't eat it all night, and I fell asleep groggily.

Only the cigarette butts left around me.

The night was cool, and the flame was still shining.