Taro picked up the glass bottles every now and then and observed, starting from the small bottle on the far left, which was soaked in some small creatures, such as all kinds of mice, centipedes and the like. The further you go to the right, the larger the volume of the bottle becomes, and it begins to turn into fish, birds, snakes, and the like. Further on, the glass bottle contained a tortoise, an owl, and a bear's head. As far as he saw the far right, the taro suddenly stopped, and his eyes came to the glass that was more than a person high. "Hey, look at this, it's lifelike like it's still alive."

When we got closer, the huge glass bottle contained a complete wolf, half gray and half white, and when the old ghost saw this wolf, he was so frightened that he retreated again and again, and the glass shards on the ground creaked.

"What's wrong?"

The old ghost looked at the strange wolf in a daze, took a deep breath and said, "There were rumors in the village that someone had seen a wolf of this color in this forest, and it was rumored that this wolf had become humane and was the leader of the wolf pack, and under its leadership, countless hunters died in the forest and there were no bones left. Later, the hunters of the whole village went out to find a lost ten-year-old girl, and after a day and a night of searching, the hunters finally found it, but when they found it, the little girl was sitting in the center of the pack headed by this wolf, and from a distance it looked like she was not injured at all. To the horror of the hunters, they hid in the shadows and saw several wolves in the pack feeding the little girl wild fruits. At that time, the hunters did not think that the wolves did not mean to hurt the little girl, and they rushed out to shoot violently, and the wolves were alarmed, and the gray-white wolf's wind-like figure jumped to a hunter in a few flashes, and his right hand holding the gun was broken with one palm, and the rest of the wolves jumped up and down so that the shotgun could not hurt them at all. In the blink of an eye, the bullets were gone, and the wolves had surrounded the hunters. I thought that everyone was going to die like this, but I didn't expect that at this time, the little girl was crying and trotting towards the hunters, and the hunters screamed in panic and shouted that the little girl should hurry up and run for her life. That's when the unthinkable happened. When the wolves saw the crying little girl running closer, they all got out of the way, and a seasoned hunter was bold enough to immediately run over and hug the little girl, and at this moment, everyone's shotguns had been loaded. Although they vaguely understood that this group of wolves did not seem to have any malicious intent.

But decades of hunting told them that a wolf is a wolf, and there is no good wolf, so someone still shot the nearest wolf first, and the wolves howled angrily and ran in all directions for a distance, and then stopped, and the gray and white wolf stood on a big rock, and after a long roar towards the little girl, he led the team away.

The hunters, unharmed, found the little girl, and immediately returned to the village in joy. It was only later that during their discussion, they vaguely seemed to finally understand that the gray and white wolf seemed to be really different from the wolves they had seen before.

How to say it, it seems that there is a well-intentioned leader in the wolf pack, and at first the gray and white wolf knocked off the arm of the ** person, I am afraid that the bullet will accidentally hurt the little girl.

After thinking about this, some hunters went into the forest together after some time to find the gray white wolf, but no one in the village had seen it since that time.

When I heard this story, I thought it was a joke and never took it seriously, but now I see the legendary gray and white wolf with my own eyes. I think the truth of that story is very high. ”

After listening to this story, I can imagine what the old ghost thought at that time, the wolf is a creature, in the consciousness of normal people, I am afraid that it will be ingrained in the consciousness of normal people, it is synonymous with treacherous, cunning, ferocious and cruel, no one will think that there will be good wolves and bad wolves in wolves. As a result, if a wolf is encountered anywhere, the first thing to do is to kill together. As everyone knows, if you think about it from another perspective, humans are not much better than wolves.

Xiu'er stared at the motionless gray and white wolf face, "It looks so peaceful, although it also has a sense of majesty, but it seems to be more gentle." She turned her head to look at us, "Probably true, it's one of those good wolves." It's a pity that he died here, otherwise the hunters might have changed their attitude towards wolves after they became more familiar with it. ”

"Alright, there's nothing to see in this room, let's move on." The big head commanded a few men to smash open a small iron door on the back wall of the room, lift a kerosene lamp and walk forward.

Taro touched the glass bottle containing the gray white wolf with his left hand, followed up, and whispered "Why is there no formalin in this bottle?" ”

No one noticed the eyes that slowly opened in the darkness as the kerosene lamp left.

As soon as the second iron door opened, our group was almost smoky, and we barely stretched out our arms to lift the kerosene lamp in front, only to see a scene of vomiting at the sight of porridge for a long time afterward.

I saw that on the floor of the room as big as just now, there was a high mountain of corpses accumulated, and the corpses that had been dead for a long time had greatly slowed down the process of decay due to the closed environment, and all I saw in front of me at this time was in the process of decaying** into diluted pus, which was still flowing, and the entire ground was full of this disgusting and explosive flesh-like sticky thing. Even now, the upper part of the corpse mountain is still slowly peeling off and decaying, revealing the white bones inside. A small piece, a large piece, human skin, flesh mixed together, like meat porridge mixed with broken white bones, eyeballs.

The iron door opened, the breeze blew by, and in the middle of the corpse mountain, a large muscle with a little flesh hanging on the thigh fell to the ground, causing a puddle of flesh to splash out, with the fall of the large muscles, and the breeze blowing, but seeing that the corpse mountain seemed to have lost its support, the "silk" sounded softly, and the body at the top of the body, which had the most thin layer of meat juice covering the white bones, began to move a little and slide down.

Then, one, two, more and more corpses so disgusting that we couldn't believe our eyes slipped to the ground, and in our stunned effort, the mountain of corpses had collapsed, and most of the ground was covered with strange corpses in various decomposing processes, the closest being only two meters away from us.