From Zhang Zhaolin sending Mo A-Niang and Mo Lanyue back, until dinner, Mo Wugui didn't speak much.

Mo Lanyue said while bringing the meal to the table: "Momo, you don't usually like to talk, why don't you talk less today? Who upset you?"

Mo Wugui was untruthful in his heart, and even his answer seemed a little weak, and said, "Not much." I just don't want to talk. ”

Mo A-Niang was forced to sit and not move, and said, "Okay, okay, let's eat." ”

Mo Wugui divided the chopsticks and said, "A-Niang, you don't want to wash clothes these days." ”

Mo A-Niang smiled: "Okay, good, Lan Yue has nagged dozens of times, and you can learn from him." I just do it at home and don't run around. ”

Mo Wugui said: "Hmm. ”

Mo Lanyue lowered her head and took a few bites of food, and said, "Momo, you are so strange, why do you keep putting on a bitter and hateful expression? You shouldn't have something to hide from us, right?"

"......" Mo Wugui's hand holding the bowl trembled, and he looked up at him expressionlessly.

Mo Lanyue thought that she was wronged and unhappy, and immediately said: "Okay, my brother is wrong, Momo, don't look at me like that...... Come on, come on, eat the vegetables and eat the vegetables. ”

Mo Wugui picked up the rice with an expressionless face.

The goosebumps in my back couldn't be calmed down for a long time.

...... Startled her.

After eating without knowing anything, Mo Wugui climbed directly onto the only couch to rest, usually she often goes to bed so early, so she is not suspected of anything, but she herself has been nervous.

All along, Mo A-Niang has taught her and Mo Lan to be honest, so she has never lied, if Mo Lan insists on asking her what she is hiding from them, she will definitely answer honestly, then, they will definitely not agree.

However, they are really short of money.

Mo A-Niang's hard-earned money, in addition to the normal food and clothing expenses of the three people, and then excluding Mo Lanyue's money to regulate her body, there is basically nothing left, and now Mo A-Niang's feet are injured again, and she will not be able to collect clothes and wash them for a while, which will inevitably be more constrained.

Mo Wugui didn't sleep well almost all night.

Early the next morning, after Mo Wugui finished tidying up, if it was usual, she must have gone up the mountain with Mo Lanyue to pick things, but today she refused to join him, demanding that he must stay at home.

Mo Lanyue was about to speak unhappily, but Mo Wugui pointed out solemnly: "Brother, if you are not at home and watching A-Niang, she will definitely work again." ”

Mo Lanyue suddenly turned her head to look at Mo Aniang who was sitting innocently at the table.

"No......" Mo A-Niang was slightly embarrassed, but Mo Lanyue immediately rolled her eyes in anger and said, "A-Niang, you are like this, do you really have this plan?

He turned around, his expression was as serious as Mo Wuguo, patted her on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I'll leave it to me! I will definitely take a good look at A-Niang! You come back early!"

“...... Well. Mo Wugui exhaled silently and said, "I'll leave it to you." ”

Mo Wugui carried the small basket and walked to the road she was familiar with, and went straight to the place where she had hidden her things yesterday afternoon, and removed a pile of inconspicuous messy wood and weeds, and sure enough, she saw the well-wrapped black knife lying there, the white cloth was a little dirty, but it did not lose the sense of solemnity in the slightest.

Mo Wugui faintly has a feeling - this knife is by no means a vulgar thing, and her father Mo Ruchen is by no means an ordinary person.

Holding the Xuandao, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Mo Wugui opened his eyes again, and walked towards the mountain with decisive steps.

The flat grass in front of her gradually turned into an inaccessible bush, and a thin layer of sweat unconsciously appeared in the palm of Mo Wugui's hand, and she removed the wrap from the knife and wrapped it around her right hand, wrapping it around her entire forearm, and then tied a strong knot.

Mo Wugui only went a little deeper, and when he felt that it was almost enough, he began to search for it, without trying to go deeper. She still knew her own catties, and it was okay to get here, badgers or some other small beast should be in this circle.

Originally, those small beasts should have been on the periphery, but everyone did not dare to enter the mountain, so they had to hunt on the periphery, and over time, those small things did not dare to appear outside the mountain again, and they all relied on instinct to retreat to a little place inside. So it's okay for Mo Wu to return here, but he's a little worried that the smell of blood will lead something else over.

Every step seems to alarm something, but for some reason, at this time, Mo Wugui is unusually calm, concentrating on careful observation, and not letting go of any trace of wind and grass.

Suddenly, a low whimpering sound of a beast reached Mo Wugui's ears.

The sound sounded painful, as if the beast had been badly injured and was snorting in pain. Mo Wugui listened attentively, her five senses were born with extra keenness, and at this time she could faintly hear the source of this voice.

Mo Wugui walked carefully in that direction, breathing lightly, her steps were light, and the slight sound of stepping on the ground was mixed in the mountain wind, and when she turned to a thick tree, she poked out half of her head, and after seeing what it was, she couldn't help but even stop her heartbeat for a moment.

There's a jackal, a jackal that's injured and licking the wounds on its hind legs!

In an instant, Mo Wugui actually gave birth to a feeling of being favored by God. She silently made a deep breath, clenched the black knife in her hand, and stared at the jackal's every move.

Although the jackal looks a little smaller than the wolf, in fact, because of its smaller size, it is more agile and more powerful than the wolf. The last time Mo Wugui was lucky enough to run into an injured wolf, it took a lot of effort to take it down, and this time, it shouldn't be easier than the last time.

The jackal seemed to have just experienced a battle, suffered a great loss, and was very tired, as if it was very lazy, but Mo Wugui could see that it was still vigilant. The position she was in at this time was still some distance from it, and it was impossible to sneak attack, and after thinking about it for a while, Mo Wugui had an idea.

Taking off his coat and covering it on top of the sword, Mo Wugui grabbed the knife under his clothes with both hands, and walked out from behind the tree step by step, and when he saw the jackal, he looked panicked - although it looked very stiff, it was enough to deceive the beast.

It should be enough to lure it over.

The jackal was half-lying on the ground, but as soon as she noticed someone appearing, she immediately bounced up, arched her back, grinned her sharp fangs, and stared at Mo Wugui vigilantly and fiercely, but in exchange for it, she retreated as if she was very frightened.

The jackal looked carefully at Mo Wu's return—no matter how you looked at it, it was just a child, weak and vulnerable, and its eyes gradually revealed an excited and greedy gaze.

I think that the jackal missed before, didn't grab the prey, and now the stomach is empty, it's really hungry, and it's so aggrieved, and seeing that Mo Wugui doesn't look like a threat, but it's eager to try.

Mo Wugui's hand under his clothes buckled the handle of the Xuandao.

A man and a beast fell into a silent confrontation, the jackal approached Mo no return step by step, and a pair of fierce beast pupils also narrowed dangerously, and a low breath came out of their throats. When it was not far from Mo Wugui, it suddenly burst out and rushed towards it!

Mo Wugui's pupils shrank suddenly.

So fast!

Even though she reacted quickly and wanted to fight with a knife, she didn't have time!

The Xuandao was thrown aside by this jackal!

As if enraged by the hidden black blade, the jackal's claws were extremely fierce, and between the lightning and flint, the right arm of the ink without returning to the thick white cloth withstood its grasp, and the other hand firmly grabbed the side hair of the jackal's face.

The white cloth fainted with blood, and the beast let out a low howl, but Mo Wugui gritted his teeth and did not cry out, and writhed with the jackal rolling on the ground. Mo Wugui tried to twist it towards the black knife that had fallen to the ground, but the jackal couldn't break free from her hand that grabbed its hair, and simply stared at her throat, its teeth sharp as blades, and the saliva from its mouth all the way to her neck.

Suddenly, the jackal howled.

Mo Wugui was dead on one foot, stepping on its injured hind leg and refusing to let go.