Umbrella Shishuai called Nice into the yurt, and the four of them sat together, Yang Lei stared at his bloodshot eyes, and listened listlessly on the side.

Nice has been reluctant to get into the topic, but vigorously asked the three of them how their health was, and said that letting the three of them drink more mare's milk is good for people's stomachs and helps them recover after drinking. Looking at Nice's expression of wanting to speak several times, Chen Ziyang knew that he had a lot of concerns, so he said a few words to dispel Nice's concerns.

"Nice, in the words of your Mongolians, we have drunk wine together, and we are friends, not to mention that you are a friend of Umbrella Shishuai, and also his comrade-in-arms, and once saved his life, the two of you are like brothers. The same is true of our relationship with him, so we are all a family, and you can just say anything about it.

The more detailed the better, and there is no need to worry about whether we believe each other or not, and don't think about whether these things are reasonable or not, we have experienced many more evil things than you think. So the clearer you say, the more helpful it will be for us to understand and help you solve this problem. ”

Hearing Chen Ziyang's words, Nice gritted his teeth, and then said to them: "You guys...... You've seen ...... Do sheep eat meat? ”

"Hey! After a long time, you just said this, who hasn't eaten mutton, didn't we still eat it a few days ago? Hey, what do you say? Sheep eat meat? Not eating lamb? Are you wrong? Yang Lei's eyes widened, and he figured out what Ness meant, how could sheep eat meat! This is unheard of.

Ness sighed, lowered his head, and continued: "Actually, this thing has been happening for a long time, but this matter is too evil, and at the same time there is no solution. And we were afraid of making people laugh at us when we said it, so we never asked anyone to help us see what was going on.

It wasn't until recently, when it was out of control and it was affecting people, that I asked for help. ”

A few people, you look at me, I look at you, and after making sure that what Ness said was indeed a sheep eating meat, and that it was not his slip of the tongue that he had made a mistake, several people became interested, and quickly pricked up their ears and listened carefully.

"Our families have their livestock in a centralized manner, and when the livestock are sold, the money is divided according to the amount of effort contributed by each family and the number of lambs bought at that time, so that everyone is more relaxed. In the past, families had to do seven or eight kinds of work such as herding and cooking, but now they only need to do one or two things for each family.

Because of this, our family's flock is very large, and the number of sheep is very large. For this purpose, we built a large sheepfold between two small hills not far from here. Repair the sheepfold in this place, firstly, it is very close to our residence, if there is any abnormal noise can be found in time, secondly, the location there is very good, although the mountain peak is not high, but it can block the wind on the grassland for the sheep.

But because of this, there is a distance in the sheepfold, so there is no one to watch over it at night. This is a grassland, there are not many people nearby, and apart from the occasional wild wolf, it can be said that the sheep are very safe.

Last year, when winter was approaching, we were busy preparing forage for the flock, so we had less time to take care of the flock. That morning, it was my turn to inspect the flock, but I found a dead sheep in the sheepfold.

It scared me so much that if there was a plague, the sheep would be all gone. But when I saw the sheep, I knew it wasn't a plague. This sheep died very strangely, it looked like he had been bitten to death alive, and there were many traces of gnawing on his body.

I thought that the sheep were attacked by wild wolves, but this was not right, the wounds on the sheep's body were not bitten by wolves at all, and after living in the grassland for so many years, I could still see at a glance what the sheep that the wolf bit to death looked like.

Because we had no clue, and at the same time something so strange was happening, we all took turns to stare at the sheepfold at night to see what was going on. We split into groups and took turns taking turns in the caretakers' pens during the day and at night.

Strange things happened one night, and it happened that day when it was my uncle's turn to look after them, and the two of us stood guard at opposite ends of the sheepfold. Both of them were in good spirits, and we were 100% sure that no one or anything like a wolf had ever approached the sheepfold that night. But the next morning, we found a dead sheep.

The sheep died exactly like the previous one, and it also had a very strange bite wound. At first I thought it was my uncle who was asleep at night watchman, unaware that some other animals had come in and attacked the sheep. But my uncle said that he, like me, didn't sleep a minute the whole night, and was completely dutiful in his watch. The eagle of the steppe never lies, and I believe my uncle's words.

Since neither of them was lazy, and nothing else approached the sheepfold, the problem should be in the sheepfold. Since the two of us didn't take good care of the sheep, we decided to leave it to us the next night to find out what was going on.

For several nights in a row, we did not wait in place, but patrolled the flock of sheep in the sheepfold from side to side. One day, in the middle of the night, I suddenly heard the cry of a sheep. The cry was very painful, and although it was quiet, it was audible. So I quickly grabbed my shotgun and looked in the direction of the sound, but I was surprised by what I saw.

When I arrived, I saw that one of the sheep had fallen to the ground, it was not dead, its head was still cocking, as if it was trying to get up, and there was a puddle of blood on his neck, and another sheep was licking on his neck.

I thought the sheep was licking its wounds, maybe the sheep had been attacked by something, so its companions came to its rescue. But when I walked over, I suddenly realized that the other sheep was not licking the wound, but gnawing!

As I got closer, the sheep looked up. I saw that there were still a few traces of blood hanging from the corners of the sheep's mouth, and at the same time, the sheep's eyes were blood-red, shining red in the night, and it looked particularly dazzling. ”

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