After the footsteps of the group passed, Yang Feng focused his gaze on the bucket of cold water beside him.

Without further ado, he simply poured the entire bucket of cold water directly from the top of his head, and the water flowed through every inch of his skin, so cold that he immediately shook.

From the words of the group of people outside, he could roughly hear that these people in the next village probably heard the wolf howl coming from the wasteland just now, so they organized people to come to hunt wolves again in the middle of the night with weapons.

There is no doubt that the old king of the hides is now stationed in their village, otherwise it would be useless for them to hunt wolves.

But the dozen wolves that Deciusus had just killed were still lying in the wasteland! That was their victory, and it was their wealth!

If they could really sell the wolves, as Dioceau said, even if it was cheaper, they would be able to achieve what they called "overnight riches", but for now, he had to get to the wolves before the group.

It was not very far from his house, and if the men had moved fast enough, they would have arrived in a moment, and if he had gone late, they would certainly not believe that he had hunted these wolves, not to mention that there were no wounds on the wolves to corroborate.

Even if there were, with the simple "folk customs" of the next village, they would not admit that the wolf belonged to Yang Feng, and they would snatch it directly.

Yang Feng scribbled the remaining mud and cold water on his body, wrapped in a big cotton jacket and rushed into his house.

Deciuso was sleeping on the ground, and the little wolf was also asleep.

"Di Xiusuo! Wake up! Those wolves of ours are going to be snatched away!" Yang Feng shook Di Xiusuo's body vigorously, but this guy slept like a pig, and he didn't wake up!

Yang Feng had no other way, so he had to stretch out his hand that was still stained with cold water into Di Xiusuo's clothes.

Di Xiuso's expression also became exaggerated in an instant, and his facial features were awkwardly compressed together.

"Let's go! The wolf we put in the hunting ground was discovered by the people of the neighboring village!" Yang Feng said, dragging Di Xiusuo out of the bed with a stiff tug.

Deciusor came to his senses, fumbled with his clothes from the side, and then put his pants on his head.

"I'm really convinced of you!Don't wear anything, hurry up!!" Yang Feng was speechless, pushed the door open, and a cold wind suddenly poured in from outside the door like a demon coming out of the cage.

Who would dare to cut off our financial route! him!"

As soon as he heard the word "wealth", Di Xiusuo immediately became energetic, and he also realized the seriousness of the matter, so he simply threw away the pants in his hand and ran out shirtless.

He has only one big pants on his body.

After running out of the hospital, the two men staggered towards the depths of the wasteland like two psychopaths, one of them was naked, wrapped in only a cotton jacket, and the other was wearing only a large pair of pants, running in the wasteland in early winter.

In front of them, a few points of light loomed from the night mist.

"It's the gang in front!, they're here to hunt wolves!" Yang Feng gasped and shouted, seeing a hay road next to him.

This is probably a road temporarily paved by the villagers in order to facilitate the market when it rained heavily two days ago, because when it just rained heavily, the whole wasteland was muddy like a swamp, although it was extremely inconvenient to walk in the wasteland, but as long as such a layer of hay road was simply paved, it was easy to pass people.

Yang Feng, who was wearing shabby plastic slippers, had a sore foot on the wasteland, so he ran to the side of the hay road.

Di Xiusuo was still wearing his sneakers that had been covered with a layer of mud, he didn't follow Yang Feng to make a detour, and continued to grit his teeth and go straight to the group of people in front of him.

But Yang Feng had just run forward a few steps before he suddenly screamed and fell headlong.

Di Xiusuo heard the prestige, but found that one of Yang Feng's legs was trapped in a pit dug artificially, and there were several stones used to mark next to the pit, but Yang Feng ran in a hurry, and he didn't notice the situation under his feet at all.

He gritted his teeth and looked down at his feet, red blood reflecting in the hazy moonlight, and the jagged part of the trap biting his foot in the middle like an iron mouth.

Di Xiusuo realized that the situation was wrong, and ran over to take a look, only to find that Yang Feng had actually stepped on the trap buried by the group of people.

Yang Feng cried out in pain, the sawtooth on the trap almost exposed his foot to the bone, such a trap would have no way to survive even if a strong adult male wolf stepped on it, and its power could be imagined.

"Damn, these damn things!" Di Xiusuo burst into a foul mouth, bent down and slowly lifted Yang Feng's legs to the ground along with the trap.

"Leave me alone, go and see the wolf ......" Yang Feng's face turned pale in pain, and a layer of sweat oozed from his forehead and face.

"What, you've been hurt like this by them, and I'm going to take care of those wolves?" said Desusot, sighing, "you grit your teeth, I'll break this thing for you." ”

With that, he reached into the crevice of the trap's jagged teeth.

Before Yang Feng could speak, Di Xiusuo began to exert his strength, but the trap had not moved, and Yang Feng let out another heart-rending cry.

The cry pierced Deciuso's heart like a sharp knife, he knew the power of this trap, when he was in Africa, the local people had used it to hunt elephants......!

"Please...... Leave me alone, go see the wolf ......" Bean-sized tears squeezed out of the corners of Yang Feng's eyes, and Yang Feng's body curled up into a small ball, shivering in the biting cold wind.

"Can you use your god hunting power to cure yourself, it's really not good, I'll carry you to the hospital now. Decusor asked helplessly.

"How can you have the money to go to the hospital! Don't look at the wolves, when the group of people take the wolves away, you won't even have the money to go to the hospital!" Yang Feng shouted at him hoarsely.

There was a rare hint of ferocity on Decusor's face.

"I'll be back soon!" After saying that, he turned around and ran into the depths of the wasteland, and soon disappeared from Yang Feng's field of vision.

At this time, Yang Feng's whole body couldn't stop shaking like a sifting chaff, and the foot he was injured didn't dare to move even with his entire leg, and the hot blood flowed out along the wound, staining the hay under him red.

There was a burst of broken shouts in the night fog ahead, presumably because Deciusor had caught up with the group.

At the same time, Yang Feng also felt a faint pain on his head, his hand touched in the direction where the pain came, probably because of the craniotomy, his hair had been cut off, and there was a scar on the top of his head that was not smooth to the touch, and what was even more terrifying was that he even touched a thread!

The source of the pain in his head was where the thread was.

A touch of unknown fear then came to his heart, when he was in the hospital, he just felt that his body was fine, but such a big thing as a craniotomy, no matter how strong his recovery ability was, how could he be cured in just a few days?

Out of curiosity, he tugged at the thread desperately, and a terrible pain immediately exploded from the top of his head.

His whole body trembled as if he had been electrocuted, and the wire was like a switch, and after the touch he had just touched, something in his body was awakened, and the primeval roar that had once appeared in his head sounded again, only this time, the sound came intermittently, like a radio with a bad signal.

The roar quickly occupied all of Yang Feng's senses, and he seemed to be back to the state he was in before the operation, and he couldn't hear anything in his ears except for the roar, but in front of him, it was no longer the scene of the catastrophe where the blood flowed, but like a smooth surface of water, or a mirror.

He was blurry in the mirror, and the only clear place was his eyes that flickered like giant red candles and rose red flames.

Yang Feng knew that this was the God of Hunting.

"I'm afraid we won't be able to ...... Met. The Hunter's voice came out intermittently like a bad signal, and the image in the mirror flickered constantly, like a broken TV.

"I know, I saw those things from your memory......" Yang Feng said with a trill, the pain in his feet made him on the verge of a coma now, he even felt that he could fall asleep at any time, maybe he had already fallen asleep now, otherwise how could he see these things?

“...... Rejoice to see you promoted to the rank of wolf alone...... In the days to come, our wills will become one...... Mission ......"

The voice of the Hunter God was too ethereal, and Yang Feng could understand very little, and he guessed that the Hunter God was probably praising him for being promoted to the wolf level......

And since he had a craniotomy, the specific data of his body can no longer be viewed intuitively, but he can feel it more easily and directly.

A familiar image appeared in the mirror image in front of him, which was his personal information bar, which showed his level and the specific digital embodiment of his current physical condition.

However, Yang Feng had just finished reading the word "wolf king" when that picture disappeared, and the mirror image in front of him was gone.

Immediately after, a few more words came out of thin air in Yang Feng's brain: "wolf vision, hunter, precise weakness strike, rapid ......"

The moment these words were seen by him, his body's ability to perceive the world was further improved, as if a child had grown up in an instant through a time machine, and the pleasure obtained in an instant even made Yang Feng forget the pain in his feet.

But the feeling of numbness on the top of the head still exists.

"Someday you'll be ...... To become gods, you have to remember that we are the Emperors of Thorns, and when we return,...... Annihilation!"

The roaring sound of the ancient bell of the Hunting God echoed in Yang Feng's ears, and then, he once again felt the biting night wind blowing through the cracks in his cotton jacket, freezing him to be smart.

At the same time, his features suddenly returned to normal, the cold wind rushed into his nose with a smell of earth, and his ears heard several quarrels from a distance.

He seemed to have something in his hand, and he looked through the moonlight, only to find that there were several thin threads stained with blood in his hand......