In the darkness, I saw the strange face of the furry from the reflection of the water, and I was stunned on the spot as if I had been struck by lightning, and the firelight looked terrifying in the river.

I took a closer look at the strange face under the straw hat, a pair of green eyes staring coldly at my throat, sharp teeth sticking out of my face, and its hair curled up in my coat was mottled and gray.

This turned out to be an old wolf!

When I was collecting antiques in the mountains, I heard a rumor about old wolves, it is said that wolves are insidious and cunning, young male wolves will snuggle up in the wolves to hunt prey, and old wolves are terrifyingly shrewd.

The old wolves are too old to hunt intensively, so they will ambush near the human village and attack the old man who is also old, once they have succeeded, they will eat the prey, and finally wrap the old man's clothes around themselves at night and put on a straw hat to sit on the side of the road to fish.

Once someone passes by to say hello, the old wolf's throat will roll up and down to make a humming sound, and when the old wolf gets closer, he will take the opportunity to put his paw on the person's shoulder, as long as the person turns around, the weakest neck will be exposed, the old wolf only needs to bite a bite, and the sharp teeth will bite off the major artery, and people will become its delicacy.

I don't know how the old wolf behind me got into the middle of the mountain, maybe there is an underground crack that I don't know, and the old wolf got in through the crack.

I pretended not to notice the old wolf and was usually going to take the opportunity to jump aside and confront it, as long as I didn't expose his back to him, and it was okay to clean up a brute.

"Old fish, how did you get here?"

I steadied the old wolf behind me in a calm tone, and quietly moved to the side.

The old wolf, however, seemed to sense something, and his throat rolled up and down with a whin, and then a huge wolf claw rested on my left shoulder.

I felt that my heart was almost jumping out of my body, and the fierceness in the eyes of the old wolf behind me made me feel like I was on pins and needles, and I didn't dare to twist my neck and could only lower my head to protect the vital point.

Under the firelight, the long shadows behind him shook like a river.

My heart is cold, the old wolf has come to my back!

A heavy fishy smell came from the back of my head, and I only felt the cold hairs on my body stand on end.

At this critical moment, I suddenly thought of a way, the hiking bag was in my hand, I took out the military flashlight and turned on the switch, and the dazzling beam of light cut through the darkness in the cave.

"Woo woo!!"

The old wolf let out a menacing growl in his throat, apparently startled by the sudden powerful beam, and felt the wolf's claws move away from my shoulder, and I grabbed my backpack and smashed it back without even looking at it.

Although I didn't get the right shot, I used all the strength of my body, and the mountaineering bag smashed firmly on the old wolf's head.

The old wolf let out a scream of pain and staggered to the side, taking advantage of this effort, I hurriedly ran a few steps, leaned against the mountain wall, pulled out the sapper shovel from the mountaineering bag, and held it in my hand.

People in the world say that the wolf is a copper-headed, iron-brained, tofu waist, which is not wrong at all, the old wolf resisted with his head and tried his best to blow except for the stumbling just now, it seems that nothing is wrong.

The old wolf crawled low on the ground with its front paws, a pair of dark green wolf eyes staring at me tightly in the dark, it was obviously enraged by me, and shook off its coat and straw hat, revealing its body more than a meter long and sharp wolf teeth.

I held the sapper shovel in my hand tightly, and looked around vigilantly, although the old wolf has always had the habit of hunting alone, but this is the wolf's lair, and I am worried that the fierce fight with the old wolf will attract the whole wolf pack.

The old wolf was staring at me as well, its eyes shining with bloodthirsty light, as if it had taken me like a lamb to the slaughter.

I was stared at by the old wolf's unscrupulous eyes, and a fucking brute dared to shit and pee on my head, and the sapper shovel in his hand turned over and slashed at the old wolf.

It's not that I'm reckless, it's that the brief confrontation is enough to make me conclude that there is only one old wolf here, and if I did enter the wolf's lair, the old wolf should have summoned the wolves a long time ago.

But it didn't do that, there was only one possibility, and here was just its lair and not the lair of the wolves.

The sapper's shovel was so powerful that I slashed at the wolf's head, and if I did, I would have to let it see its brains.

But the old wolf was obviously not as simple as I thought, and although its fur was gray, it still reacted quickly, and instead of choosing to avoid it, it pounced on the sapper shovel.

I immediately understood the old wolf's intentions, and they all said that the wolf spirit was the wolf spirit, and now it seems that it is not wrong at all, its blow is fierce, if I want to save my arm, I can only drop the sapper shovel in my hand, and without the sapper shovel, I am really a little sheep in its eyes.

However, in the next second, the old wolf paid a heavy price for its light enemy, and when its teeth were less than ten centimeters away from my right hand, my left hand suddenly swung out, and a cold cold light swept through.

The old wolf sensed something was wrong and gave up attacking, but it was too late, and the dagger in my left hand quickly slashed across its back.

The old wolf fell to the ground with a thud, and its reaction was quick, and the dagger only hurt its flesh and did not cut its bones.

Seeing that the old wolf wanted to escape, I kicked it a few meters away.

This kick hit the wolf's waist, and the old wolf struggled to get up, but could only lie on the ground and wail in pain.

I raised the sapper shovel to end its pain, and I was shocked by the scene.

I saw three more furry things popping out of the darkness, and I fixed my eyes on three small pangolins!

Strange to say, wolves have always been the natural enemies of pangolins, pangolins like to eat black ants in the mountains, so they will not stop burrowing in the mountains, and once the wolf catches the pangolin, it will not hesitate to disembowel, but the three little guys in front of me are snuggling up to the old wolf and licking the blood on the old wolf's back.

What surprised me even more was that the three little ones slapped my instep with their tails, as if to drive me away.

The three little pangolins turned out to be protecting the old wolf.

I frowned and looked at the old wolf, the old wolf was also looking at me, its eyes were not as fierce as it was just now, and then it actually looked at the three little pangolins warmly, and I realized that it was a she-wolf!

Could it be that this she-wolf is really a sperm, and she is keeping three small pangolins as food?

After thinking about it, I dismissed my own speculation, because no matter how you look at it, the she-wolf doesn't look like she uses baby pangolins for food.

Soon another speculation came to my mind, could it be that the she-wolf was really feeding the baby pangolin as if it were her own child?

It's a ridiculous idea, but it seems like it's the only one possible at the moment.

When I looked at the she-wolf again, I only felt that my brain was buzzing, and she actually shed two lines of tears!!