My mind went blank, and my first reaction was that the dog, perhaps Uncle Dan's sheepdog, smelled the smell of meat at night and came into the tent to steal it.

I sat on the bed and shouted in a commanding tone at the bone-eating thing, "Get out." ”

The thing paused, then turned around and reached the yurt door at breakneck speed.

The moment the door opened, I could clearly see through the moonlight outside that it was not a dog at all. It walks upright, and is large in size, covered in black hair. In just a flash, the yurt was drilled out.

Immediately another thought came to me, it was a man-bear.

The man-bear is also known as the brown bear and the horse bear, and the scientific name is 罴 (pí), because this kind of bear has human-like facial features, fierce temperament, and great strength, and can bite cattle and horses alive as food, so it is commonly known as the man-bear.

In some relatively primitive minority tribes, the man-bear is described as a human-shaped, hairy, green-faced and red-bearded, exclusively feeding on people, a fierce and cruel monster, and given a terrifying name, called mandrill. In ancient times, some warriors, in order to show their bravery and invincibility, were also called mandrills.

But from a biological point of view, the man-bear and the mandrill are not the same kind of animals at all, the man-bear is a very large bear, and the mandrill is a ghost-like primate.

Whether it is a man-bear or a mandrill, it is extremely unscientific to appear here. I just don't know anymore that bears live in forest areas, in coniferous forests, broad-leaved forests, or mixed forests. Primate monkeys, on the other hand, tend to live in areas with a lot of tropical rocks.

Mongolia belongs to the temperate continental climate, far from the sea, and there is the barrier of the large and small Khing'an Mountains, the temperature is low and the rainfall is less, how can there be such an animal?

I looked at the few people around me, many of them were asleep, so I gently got off the ground, put on my shoes, drew out the demon blade, and chased after them, driven by curiosity.

After going out, there was no sign of the monster, and there was silence all around, except for the sound of the wind blowing through the yurts, there was no sign of any other living creatures. Since it was cold outside, I pulled the zipper up to my chin, held the scimitar in my right hand, and put my hands in my pockets, and just walked outside.

It was almost a full moon in the sky, and in the moonlight, the earth was illuminated so white that it could be seen clearly from a distance.

After patrolling for a while, I didn't see any monsters, and I began to wonder if I was sleeping, and I didn't distinguish between dreams and reality, and it was possible that animals were afraid of people and were scared away by my shouting, but it was nothing anyway.

I walked back with my head down, trying to get back under the covers and dispel the cold that had enveloped me. As I was walking back, I suddenly noticed that on the same small mound of dirt where we had sat before, there was indeed a big furry monster standing.

It stood upright, its two long front paws drooping to its knees, its legs bent, its back hunched, its head looking up at the moon in the sky, and its thick tail, curled up behind it, like a humanoid beast. Looking at the head again, the long mouth was wide open, and in the cold night, a lot of haze came out.

The height of the whole body is at least about three meters five, and the proportion of the claws is slightly larger, so that one claw can grasp a sheep.

I shuddered as I approached to see what kind of animal it was. But after walking more than ten steps, he was discovered by the monster.

It turned its head suddenly, its two dark blue eyes staring at me, and a gurgling gasp in its throat as if it were extremely angry.

I was so frightened that I stopped, not daring to go any further, and of course not to retreat, for fear that any movement I made now would arouse its desire to attack.

After a few minutes of staring at each other, I could see exactly what it looked like, and if I had to describe it as an animal, it was a werewolf. Judging by the long mouth and pointed ears, it is not a bear or a monkey at all, and it does not bear any resemblance to a human at all, resembling a giant wolf's head.

Looking at its body again, it is not the same as the werewolf in my impression, it is a female beast, the hair on the front is sparse relative to the back, the two are like women, round and huge breasts are erect, and there are no organs between the legs, of course, they are covered by thick body hair, and I feel sick to my stomach.

Besides, the tail, the werewolves I saw in movies and books are all short tails, not like this guy at all, a huge wolf tail, and it is also rolled up. This is not an animal at all like the werewolf in my memory, but its physical characteristics are completely like an upright giant wolf, and at the same time there are female parts, what can it be called if it is not called a werewolf? She-werewolf?

Standing in front of each other is definitely not the solution to the problem, this thing is also a higher animal in terms of behavior and appearance, maybe you can use body language to communicate with it, if there is no malice that is the best.

I hid my scimitar for fear of being seen by it, thinking that I had malicious intent, and then I pretended to be calm, and walked forward with a relaxed expression, wanting to get closer.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I took a step, the monster actually lay on its stomach, landed on its two front paws, turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

It was afraid of me, but since the enemy was afraid of me, I became more courageous, and I hurried to run in great stride, trying to follow the direction of its escape, and see what was going on.

On a cold, silent summer night illuminated by moonlight, a tourist grabs a scimitar and tails a werewolf in a fierce chase among the yurts. This scene is really rare in a hundred years, and I am afraid that when it is written in the composition of primary school students, the teacher will have to give zero marks. A qiē is like a dream, which is completely uncomplicated and logical, but it really happened to me.

The werewolf in front of it obviously has a bigger stride, but it doesn't run in a straight line, jumping left and right, like a motorcycle shuttling through the city. This also allows me to stare at its figure behind me and keep chasing it.

After chasing for a while, I was already full of confidence, and I didn't have any fear of this monster in my heart, because I clearly felt that it was running so crazy, it must be afraid that I would be scared to death, and its terrifying body shape was completely disproportionate.

Today, I'm afraid I'm going to be a big hero who eradicates the grassland monsters. I can already imagine that tomorrow morning, I will stand with a knife in my hand, with a dead werewolf lying beside me, all the tourists applaud my bravery, the girls cast admiring glances, and Aunt Dan's uncle also presented me with a pennant, saying that I am a great hero here in addition to a harm to the grassland, and it is already very cool to think about it.

Due to the distraction of the brain, the monster suddenly disappeared. I stood there and made out the location, and I realized that I was standing in front of the yurt where Aunt Dan lived. This is too bad, if that monster hides in Aunt Dan's yurt, should I rush in? After rushing in, the trapped beast was furry and injured people, but I was the culprit.

I didn't have the impulse, so I walked around Aunt Dan's yurt to hear the movement inside. When I walked behind the yurt, I vaguely felt the sound of gasping next to me, and when I looked up, I saw the monster, standing on the roof of Aunt Dan's car, glaring at me.

Before I could think about it, the thing jumped off the roof of the car, its claws scraping the lid with a screeching sound.

I felt a wave of dizziness and fell backwards.

When I opened my eyes again, the beast was crushing against me, and its mouth smelled of mutton, and its saliva was crumbling and about to drip on my face.

My heart is completely cold, you must know that after this mouthful, I am afraid that my head will have to move, and I will be a big hero of fart, and my life will be gone.

To my complete surprise, the monster seemed to be trying to subdue me, not eating me. When I closed my eyes and waited to die, it didn't continue to attack, but just stared at me.

As soon as I saw that the opportunity had come, I picked up the scimitar in my right hand, recited the scriptures silently in my heart, and scolded in my mouth, regardless of whether it worked or not, and scolded in my mouth: "Don't do it yet, do you want to kiss my brother?" Slash hard at its neck.

My scimitar is as sharp as clay, no matter what kind of monster you are, my knife will make you have no return.

I only heard the sound of metal grinding, its long hairs like steel needles, and the sparks of my scimitar, and my hands were also sore and numb. I didn't think about this desperate knife, but only an inch-long cut was made in its neck, and bright red hot blood dripped from that hole onto my face.

I wanted to kill with a knife, but I didn't expect this guy's fur to be so hard, and now it's completely over, it's better to use the method of persuasion and education, and now it's angered, I'm afraid I'm really confessed.

If you don't do it, just fight, I'm going to make a second slash with a knife.

The monster reacted so quickly that before I could reach the second sword, it had already pushed me away and jumped two meters away.

I quickly got up, not bothering to pat the dirt on my body, and my mind was wondering whether I should fight with it or turn around and run away.

At this moment of indecisiveness, the monster made its choice first, and with a bow, it leaped forward and burrowed into the rectangular barn.