The story doesn't just happen in the small town of Fenghuai.

Move the time forward a bit, back to the time when the three rains of early August weighed down on the city.

Then pull the perspective higher, pull it away, and move it to the vast Xincang Mountains where Fenghuai is back.

Here the cliffs are high and the trees are high, the deep valleys are long, and you can only see a narrow line of sky when you look up.

The black clouds were getting heavier, a torrential rain was in the mouth of the heavenly prince, the breeze peeked out from between the lips and teeth, and it grew stronger, and the trees shook and swayed.

A figure staggered along.

Mo Wuqiang swallowed a mouthful of blood that surged up his throat, but the wound on his left arm opened again, and a few drops of blood inevitably fell to the ground.

He stopped, picked up the bloody soil, and swallowed it into his belly. And tore off a piece of trouser leg again and hastily bandaged it.

A rainstorm is coming, and if the rain will cover up the trails and wash away the smell of blood, according to the experience of the past few decades, all the methods of the beast will fail, he will no longer have to bother to cover up the trails.

But this time it was different, and the thought of the beast's ghostly perception of blood made it difficult for him to settle down.

The rain washes over the wounds, the blood must spill, and this rain may not be on his side.

But he had no choice, the bow and axe had been discarded, and only a small dagger at his waist remained, and he could only run a little faster, a little faster.

They went too deep into the mountains this time.

When he first found traces of the thing, he was resigned. He has been hunting for half his life, and he has killed a few tigers and leopards, but he has never seen a cat at such a pace.

But the descendants are strong-blooded, saying that the fifth uncle is old, but his courage is small, even if it is a big tiger, we can't fight one of the dozen people?

There is also Gangzi in the team, his father is the soul in the womb of this beast, how can he be persuaded to stop?

The most pitiful thing is Yun Sheng, Yun Sheng is a smart baby, he can see that Yun Sheng believes it, but he is unwilling to leave alone, and finally goes with his brothers.

But hunting doesn't depend on boldness, and that thing is not prey.

A drop of rain dripped onto his dry lips, Mo Wu gasped and raised his head, the bean raindrops visible to the naked eye fell vertically towards his eyes, Mo Wu closed his eyes and caught it, and there was a slight pain in his eyelids.

The rain was coming so hard.

Mo Wu stepped up his pace again, his only chance was to pass the rope bridge before the beast chased him, as long as the bridge was cut, no matter what it was, it would be impossible to jump over the deep stream more than twenty zhang wide.

Staggering over a steep slope, a stream suddenly appeared in front of him, and Mo Wu looked at it, and its source disappeared into the high cliff dense trees. Mo Wu's face was happy, this is the stream flowing down from the mouse pool, since this pool is above, it means that he is fortunate not to lose his path, and secondly, it is not far from the rope bridge.

Mo Wu looked around, barely finding a path that could help the stones, he stepped on the stones carefully, but just after taking two steps, his exhausted legs stepped on the slippery moss, and slipped into the stream.

As soon as half of his calf entered the water, Mo Wu's whole person froze, the first feeling was a biting cold, and the next moment the real feeling came up - how is this water hot?!

Mo Wu hurriedly pulled out his calf, crouched on the stone and gently stroked his legs and feet with both hands, only for a short while, the water part had turned red, he looked up, and found that the entire stream was slightly steaming with water vapor.

Fortunately, the water was not hot, and although the skin was not painful, the cool rain kept hitting it, and it was soon out of the way. Mo Wu glanced at the stream incredulously, but at this time he had no intention or ability to explore the reason, but only stepped on the stone more carefully.

The moment he stepped on the ground, his body, which had been holding his strength, suddenly loosened, and his trembling thighs could no longer support it, and he fell to the shore.

He gasped and lowered his head, his embarrassed image contorted in the stream.

Dirty and tattered single clothes, messy and unkempt hair, and a face in his fifties in the middle.

The face was black, rough, familiar, unfamiliar, and the eyes were red. His nose was sour, and his vision blurred as he slapped himself hard.

How did you survive?

In the early hours of this morning, in the darkness before sunrise, the thing rushed into the camp, and when he woke up, the inexplicable wind was already filled with a strong smell of fishy and blood.

In the roar and screams of the afterlife, the thing was quiet, not roaring or screaming, like a ghost, and if it were not for the faint reflection of a colossal and vicious shadow from the crumbling torches, he even suspected that it was really a ghost rising from the underworld.

He picked up the bow, but he didn't dare to release the arrow in the dark, so he gritted his teeth and took out his knife and rushed forward, at that moment he really wanted to fight it, but when the ghost-like head turned to look at him, the blood on his body seemed to be poured with a basin of ice water.

Under the golden and calm vertical pupils, the courage cultivated by thirty years of mountain hunting and leopard shooting tigers was suddenly broken.

Wolves and leopards do not have this kind of momentum, and although they are also extremely dangerous, they will only make their minds tense and their blood surge, stirring up blood in a rapid heartbeat. But the tiger is different, when facing each other, the low and majestic roar, the very oppressive body and eyes, it is easy for people to lose the courage to fight against the enemy, the king of the mountains and forests, nothing more.

And if this thing in front of him is a tiger, it must be a tiger among tigers, and he is already trembling at a glance.

How can a person kill such a monster and not win...... Can't win......

He wanted to shout at everyone to run, but the next moment the beast tore open Gangzi's abdominal cavity in front of him, and a whole person was like a thin piece of paper in front of the sharp claws, blood splattered into his mouth, his throat was dumb, and even his brain went blank for a moment.

But Yun Sheng next to him roared out deafeningly: "Fifth uncle! Fifth uncle, run! ”

It was as if his legs and feet, which had already weakened, had been ordered to tell if it was from his master. He ran out with all his strength, and passed by Yun Sheng who was catching up.

After running far away in panic, he realized that he might be the only one who survived.

The only elder, the backbone of the team, was entrusted to his son by more than a dozen pairs of fathers and mothers before departure, and the children were thrown into the sea of blood behind him, and he fled for his life in a hurry.

It shouldn't be living on its own.

Gangzi should be alive, he is naturally strong, his blood is strong, and if he sells a few more skins and makes enough money, he can go to the county martial arts hall to apprentice, be a leader, and maybe even be able to be an errand and a catcher.

Yunsheng should also be alive, the teacher said that he is a reading seed, and if the county tries to open next year, he may be able to get a show.

Only himself, a handful of old bones has long lived enough, and a person has nothing to worry about, why did he rob them of the opportunity to escape?

What kind of face do you have to go back to the village alone?

Fear urged him to flee, but the other was in the hope of shame, that the beast would catch up and kill him, so that he would not have to go back to face the eyes of a dozen pairs of parents.

But the beast did not catch up at once, and it was not until three or four hours later, when he looked back at the top of the mountain, that he saw the faint shadow again. So he realized that it was after slowly eating the corpses of a dozen people before Shi Shiran tracked them down.

So the anger prevailed again, he didn't want to die so much, even if he was scolded by the villagers and elders for a lifetime, even if he was ridiculed by the villagers and couldn't raise his head, he must return to the village, report to the county government, invite reinforcements, and then enter the mountain, and then stab it with his own hands, and watch this beast be killed in pain!

So he began to cover up his traces, devised some simple traps, deliberately left his own blood stains on the cliff, and then quietly left in a different direction...... In order to survive, all the efforts he can make, he has made meticulously.

At this time, staring at his own reflection in the stream, it was the same belief that supported his exhausted body to stand up again, pick up a branch to support, and he continued to walk forward.

The raindrops were getting heavier, the wind was getting louder, the trees were shaking, every branch and leaf was rattling, and the whole forest seemed to come alive, screaming in a language that no one could understand.

The blood kept being washed down, and Mo Wuxin was lifted little by little, but after traveling like this for more than half an hour, the beast never caught up.

Mo Wu's heart finally relaxed a little, maybe the beast's perception was not as unpredictable as he imagined, maybe the old suspicion array on his way to escape had played some role after all, maybe the effect of the heavy rain and the stream was greater than he imagined, maybe the beast no longer had a strong desire to prey after it was full...... In any case, I should have gotten rid of it temporarily.

While his spirit was slightly relaxed, his pace did not slow down, Mo Wu still tried to use the fastest speed through the forest and climbing rocks, so after about half an hour, Mo Wu finally saw the rope bridge.

Hunting on weekdays, coming to this rope bridge is already considered to be extremely deep in the mountain, and this time my group is so far beyond it.

Although it was a long way from the village after crossing the bridge, at least he didn't have to worry about being chased by the beast after destroying the bridge.

You can take a long break, pick some wild fruits, catch a small beast to satisfy your hunger, and then find a way to slowly return to the village.

The flame of revenge is burning again, and when he returns to the village, he will definitely ...... Certain......

Mo Wu stepped on the rope bridge, but suddenly stood in place.

An inexplicable uneasiness came to my heart, from the intuition of an old hunter who had been hunting in the mountains for decades.

The last time I had this feeling, I had brought back a large sweet wild fruit by the way after hunting, and when the children of the village rushed up with joy, his heart suddenly fell, and he yelled to stop them, and then he found a colorful poisonous snake attached to the leaf.

And at this time, a terrible conjecture echoed in Mo Wu's mind, and he froze in place like a statue until his body trembled slightly.

He jerked his head back, but behind him there was only the deep woods rattling in the rain.

Mo Wu took a deep breath, retracted the foot that had stepped on the rope bridge, turned around and slowly and resolutely returned step by step to the depths of the dense forest.

He carefully examined the traces of his journey, his drowsy brain reactivated under intense stimulation, and his eyes searched every ground like a falcon.

Normal, normal, normal......

Nothing was found, but Mo Wumian continued to go deeper expressionlessly.

It's almost ...... It's almost there...... As if he had entered a certain state, he was as confident in his judgment as if he were stunned.

Suddenly, his eyes glanced at a depression, and he walked over quickly, standing beside it, his body trembling.

A huge, light, fresh plum paw print.

It was always behind it.

Perhaps from the moment it saw it from the top of the mountain, it saw itself. Along the way, when I bandaged, when I stopped bleeding, when I scolded, when I climbed the creek, and when I knelt and sobbed, there was a pair of golden and cruel, quiet and magnificent vertical pupils behind me.

It's about following yourself all the way to the village!

The chill that pierced the bones was irrepressible, and Mo Wu's heart swelled up at the same time - beast! You finally can't play with us like a cat and a mouse! I won you once!

He laughed, threw off his crutches, and turned and ran with all his might, so fast, like flying, as if he had squeezed the last energy of his life.

Coming to the bridge, he drew his dagger and cut the rope with a roar, and the rope bridge fell with a bang, mixing with the sound of scattered planks and heavy rain.

Then Mo Wu fell to the ground, took one last deep look at the other side, clenched the dagger, and turned around to reveal a hideous smile: "Donkey!" Come on! ”

The edge of the dense forest in front of him vaguely revealed a vaguely shaped shadow, and a pair of cruel and translucent golden eyes were embedded in it. It didn't seem to have any intention of stopping Mo Wu's actions from beginning to end, only watching all this indifferently, and at this time, as if in response to Mo Wu's call, it leisurely licked its paws, and then slowly stepped out, revealing its body so clearly for the first time.

Mo Wu's expression froze.

He felt like a joke about what he was doing.

There seemed to be a roar, but the rain fell on the mountains like smoke, and the noisy sounds of everything mixed together into a kind of vast silence, eliminating all details.

……

……

Now, in the same stormy forest house.

After Pei Li did all this, the string in his brain loosened, and finally he could no longer support his body that had been squeezed to the extreme, so he fell to the ground and closed his eyes.

As soon as the eyes stop receiving information, sensations from all over the body flood into the brain.

Aside from the constant burning, there wasn't much discomfort in my abdomen. Although the gourd seemed to be tangible and physical, it seemed to be pure energy, not only did it not cause harm, but it also seemed to be repairing and healing the body.

The old wounds of the past two years, the traces of Xiao Jiaoxin's parasitism, and even the blood hole in the abdomen have been repaired, and in a warm ocean, Pei Ye's consciousness finally fell asleep completely.

I don't know how long it took in the dark.

Pei Ye felt the wind blowing in his ears, and as he gradually woke up, the sound became louder and louder, until it turned into a whistling.

Pei Ye opened his eyes, and the white expanse in front of him was a cloud.

"You're doing a great job."

Pei Ye lowered his head when he heard this, the cockroach was still carrying himself, and when he looked back, the blood basin mouth was farther away.

"Thank you, [Quail Head] has helped me a lot, how can I give it back to you?"

"Self-inflicted."

Pei Ye didn't say a word.

"You don't have to find a way to get rid of it, because you don't have the ability to carry it in the first place, and when the twelve hours come, it will naturally disappear."

The black cockroach paused, and then added, "However, you can always ask me to borrow it again." ”

Pei Li's body tensed, and he said cautiously: "Such a demand may not be too much." ”

Although "......" couldn't see its face, Pei Li felt that its expression might not be too good.

"Do you think I'm living on rent?" Black Mantis said calmly, "Every day, try to lend out your abilities, and then charge the price that you will regret for the rest of your life?" ”

Pei Li was silent.

"You're wary of me." The black mantis pointed out.