The village is called Xiaoyuwan Village, located on a small hillside, there are twenty or thirty families, and the village is surrounded by stones of different sizes, about two zhang high. Seeing the four of them, many people in the village greeted them curiously and enthusiastically at the village gate, and Xiao Siyun, who was asleep, was woken up by the noise of people and the barking of dogs. The village chief was a man in his forties, dark-skinned and tall, and most of the other male villagers we saw looked like him, and the villagers were all surnamed Jiang, so to speak, a big family.

The village chief took them to his house, asked them to get them something to eat, and asked how they came down from the mountain late at night. When he heard that Mao Er had taken them to Weishan Mountain, he looked at the little guy who had slept again, frowned and scolded Mao Er for a long time before telling them that it was not good for Mao Er to lead the way for them, because the village chief had heard Mao Er say that if he could bring a weak person or a child when he entered the mountain, let him be stunned first, and other people who entered the mountain would generally not have any more accidents, but this kind of thing is taboo for everyone, few people know that Mao Er also talked to him when he was drunk at his house, but he didn't expect that guy would really trick them into taking children into the mountain。

When Ba Zhuo heard this, he gritted his teeth with hatred, he really didn't expect this bastard to be so vicious, and he actually sacrificed the lives of others to collect herbs for himself. Ba Zhuo looked at Fu Haodong, he could bear it, his face did not change, he didn't scold Mao Er and his ancestors, but looked at the two arms a little trembling, Zhan Jiasheng told him that it was all over, let him not be angry anymore, and relieved him, he was better.

Han Dong asked the village chief why they would still settle down here because the Evil Pig Ridge was so dangerous, and the village chief told them that they had lived here for generations, and when they entered the city, they would have to be bullied by those big families, so it was better to be more comfortable in this mountain, and although the village was close to the Evil Pig Ridge, the village rarely had any accidents, and they could live a stable life by hunting in this Wild Boar Ridge.

Obviously, it is a dangerous place to live in such a comfortable life, this kind of thing is really incredible, but I heard that the upper reaches of the Chenhe River flow through Death Valley, and the people who enter Death Valley are all dead and lifeless, and the people near Death Valley are still living well. In this way, it seems that there is a clear boundary between this Dark Moon Forest and the outside, there is one world inside, and another world outside.

Early the next morning they were woken up by the howling of wolves. When Ba Zhuo and Fu Haodong Han Dong walked out, the head of the family was standing on a high ground looking in the direction of Wild Boar Ridge.

Bazhuo believed that he would forget many things in his life, whether big or small, important and minor, good or bad, happy and sad, there would be, but the scene of the Boar Ridge they saw that morning would never be forgotten, and it would always be engraved in his heart!

I can't imagine that hundreds, if not thousands, of wolves patrol the slope outside the boar ridge.

At the front were three surprisingly large white-capped star and moon wolves, seeing four people looking at them, these wolves all looked at them without saying a word, and less than a mile away, Ba Zhuo could feel the nearly a thousand pairs of cold and cruel eyes.

I don't know how long the scene at that moment stayed, and Bazhuo's stout body was imprisoned, and he wanted to move his hands and feet, but he couldn't move at all.

As the sun began to rise in the east, the three-headed wolf let out a long howl, the sound of which enveloped the village of Xiaoyuwan and dissipated into the mountainous area, and after leaving them with one last glimpse of what should have been a warning, they turned and walked into the vicious pig forest, and the wolves behind them gave way to the sides, making way for the three-headed wolves, and finally, the wolves disappeared into the black woods like a tide.