The warm breeze blows softly, and the sunlight shines through the overlapping foliage, sporadically spilling onto the gray earth. Under a large tree about ten zhang long and half a zhang thick, the young man leaned against the root of the tree, his chest rose and fell, his breathing was steady, and he was obviously asleep.

There was a black and shiny firewood knife and a bundle of dead branches beside the young man, who should have been a young man who had gone up the mountain to cut wood.

The young man's thin little body was wrapped in gray linen clothes, his eyes were bright, his teeth were delicate, and his black hair was swaying in the breeze.

Sand, sand, sand, something made a sound on the dead leaves. The wind in the mountains suddenly increased, and the leaves on the ground rose and swirled up and down with the wind. A dead leaf slapped the boy's face with the help of the wind, and the sleeping boy was a little awake

In a daze, he brushed his face with his hand and patted the leaves off.

The boy yawned, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly saw his right front five feet away. A brown cheetah with black spots on its body was approaching him step by step. The boy woke up in a flash, sleepy, and hurried his hands

Rubbing on the ground. In a panic, the young man touched his own firewood knife.

Hold the firewood knife tightly and slowly get up. The cheetah had apparently noticed that its prey had already been released, and its black pupils were staring at the prey in front of it. The footsteps are not approaching little by little, and the muscles of the body bulge slightly.

The cheetah's limbs picked up the leaves on the ground, ran quickly, took a few big strides, bowed tightly, jumped up, and the shiny claws were facing the boy, opening his mouth wide, and the sharp fangs brought a trace of crystal saliva to the boy.

The boy stared at the cheetah that was rushing towards him, he did not turn to run away, he heard the old hunter in the village say that when he encountered a fierce beast, if he turned and ran away, he would be more likely to die with his back to the beast, because it was impossible for man to run and win the beast.

The cheetah jumped and roared! The young man roared, a thin body, out of nowhere, burst out of power, the firewood knife in his hand slashed towards the head of the cheetah, and the click was the sound of the blade of the firewood knife slashing into the skull, and then the body of the cheetah hit the big one

The trunk of the tree smacked, and the leaves fell with the shaking of the tree.

The heavy wood knife also used this force to slash into the cheetah's skull. Bang! The cheetah fell to the ground, raising a puff of gray-red blood, mixed with white brains, from the cheetah's skull and the blade of the wood knife, staining the roots red.

Seeing such a bloody scene, the sweaty boy leaned down and clutched his chest and vomited. There was no calmness and sharpness at all when he picked up the firewood knife and slashed it on the cheetah's skull just now.

After the boy vomited, he felt an abnormal pain in his left arm, and red blood slowly dripped down the boy's left arm and hit the dead leaves. The boy gasped, and there were three very deep and shocking long gashes on his left arm, and white bones were faintly visible.

It must have been the cheetah's pounce that dodged at that time, slashed the firewood knife into the cheetah's skull, and was caught by the cheetah's claws, but the tension at that time made the pain feel later.

The scorching pain and blood dripping from his left arm let the boy know that he had to hurry down the mountain now, and when he returned to the village, the speed of blood loss made the young man's face pale, and he tore off the sackcloth on his body, wrapped his left arm tightly, and ran quickly in the direction of the village outside the mountain.

The galloping boy's face became more and more pale, and his vision gradually began to blur, and the young man's legs moved step by step, almost as if they were filled with lead. In a blurred vision, a small village appeared in front of me, and the village was filled with smoke. It's coming soon, and it's going to be one in a stick

It's good to go down'. The boy kept shouting in his heart;' It's almost 'coming soon'.

The coarse linen arm began to ooze blood, dripping down the arm and onto the fingers. Bang! A stone on the ground tripped the boy's eyelids and began to fight, opening his eyes and blinking twice, and the eyes of the boy who slowly fell to the ground closed.

Hum ha, hey, a group of four or five-year-old children in the village, each holding a bamboo stick in their hands, kept waving, sometimes gesturing to each other, frolicking out of the village, and a middle-aged man shouted behind him; Thorn Head and take your younger siblings to play carefully, don't go into the mountains, or you will be killed

sub'. 'Got it, don't worry, Daddy, we won't go into the mountains,' replied the kid called Thornhead.

'Eat Me a Stick,' the tallest boy shouted at a little fat man with a round face and a round body with a bamboo stick. Xiaopang hurriedly raised the bamboo stick in his hand and said innocently; Big one' come on!

Boom!' The bamboo stick in the big man's hand knocked on the little fat knock, and the big one was the youngest among the children, and the eldest one was the largest among the children, and the little fat naturally couldn't bear it, so he took two steps back.

'Look at a man lying over there,' said the thorn, pointing forward; The children looked in the direction of the prickly fingers. 'Hey, it's a little familiar,' said the big one. "Let's go, let's go and have a look," the thorn was obviously a child, Wang Yi said, and told everyone to go and have a look, and everyone hurriedly ran over.

"It's 'Moye', brother still has blood," quickly turned Brother Ye over to look at the thorn head and commanded everyone. Turning the maple leaf over, Chubby shouted; Look at Brother Ye who has shed a lot of blood'. Everyone's eyes were also shocked, but they didn't expect that there was so much blood under Brother Mo Ye's body.

The stinging head probed the snort of the maple leaf, and found that there was still a prickly head and said: "Little Lingzi, go to the village and call the adults, remember to call Grandpa Bai too, and tell Grandpa Bai that Brother Ye is seriously injured and is in a coma, go quickly."

The girl called Xiao Lingzi hurriedly got up and ran quickly towards the village, shouting as she ran; Help, come on, no, Brother Mo Ye is injured, Grandpa Bai, go and save Brother Luoye'. Help me

At this time, the adults who were busy at home hurriedly came out to stop Xiao Lingzi and said; Something happened to little Reiko.

"Everyone, lift Brother Moye up, we should meet the adults halfway, and soon Moye's life is on the line." Thorn Tou commanded everyone to lift the ink leaf and trot towards the village.

"Look at Brother Thornhead, they're carrying Brother Moye," Xiao Lingzi said, leading a group of adults. Thorn also saw the elders in the village, including his father, and hurriedly shouted; Daddy, come here'.