The orange bonfire was burning, and the tired faces were like devils, red and terrifying. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Qiu Rong was wiping blood with a short knife.

The white cloth in her hand grew dirtier and dirtier, turning into a dark red, fishy garbage.

Qiu Rong said: "Can the signal be sent?"

The soldier said: "It was sent a long time ago, but for some reason, only a few hundred people came here. ”

Qiu Rong frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

More than 10,000 people chased into the forest, counting the bitter battles of the day, about 2,000 people were killed, and most of the troops should still remain.

But they didn't come.

From the moment the arrow burst the night sky, all the soldiers in the forest would hear it, and even the deaf could see the fire exploding in the night sky, and quickly gathered here.

But after all, there are only so many people.

Are they in trouble?

Could it be that they were torn apart by a tribe of a thousand people?

No.

They were delayed, as if swallowed up by the forest.

Night.

Pitch dark night.

The strange birds in the forest were frightened, and the eyes of the beasts shimmered with a strange luster in the dense forest. The gust of wind blew cold down people's backs.

It was as if something in the darkness was watching here.

She couldn't help but look away.

The house was huge, and it was scary.

There are furniture, fireplaces, and even everything a living person needs.

Although these things are old, they are still inhabited twenty or thirty years ago.

Qiu Rong opened the footboard, which had been dyed with moss, but there was a wooden box in it that was well maintained.

The footboard was covered with moss, but only tiny moss had crept up the wooden box, which had been carefully hidden three or five days ago.

She opened the wooden box, and it was just a well-maintained comb.

The soldier walked over and said, "Huh, General Qiu is still a woman after all. ”

Qiu Rong said: "So what? Go out and post a sentry! ”

The soldier walked away dejectedly, not forgetting to glance at her as he went. She's beautiful, heartbreakingly beautiful.

Beauty may not be able to describe her. She has a body that women are proud of, but she also has a proud character that even men can't match.

She was holding the comb, but she was suspicious.

Who would have gone to great lengths to build such a big house in the forest? Judging from the furnishings in the house, the former owner was a Han Chinese.

The Kazakhs are arrogant and do not allow any foreigners to appear on their territory.

Although they live as nomads, not a single grass or tree on the grassland can escape their sharp eyes.

How could the Han people be allowed to settle in the forest?

Of course not.

Many years ago, the Kazakhs disappeared from the forest for no apparent reason, making them stay away from the forest.

Those who cut wood or hunt rarely come out of the forest once they enter the forest.

This forest is not large, and it only takes three or five days to travel from one end to the other side of the steppe, but the Kazakhs still take a detour.

After that, no one dared to go to the forest, and no one disappeared again.

But strange things followed, and the herdsmen's cattle and horses began to disappear again, and the meandering blood trails spread into the forest.

Bright red blood.

Bleak night.

Every Kazakh was so worried that they protected their children, sent people to patrol at night, and set up torches to light up the entire resting place.

But the next day, there was still one lamb missing.

It doesn't matter if a sheep is stolen, but what if a child is eaten?

Night passed.

The cattle and sheep were still dragged away from time to time, and no one was missing, but it also made the people fearful, believing that the beast would eventually show its feet.

Almost ten months have passed.

The people did not catch the slightest flaw in the beast.

It seems to be the ghost of the savannah, coming and going without a trace.

After ten months of worry, no more cattle or sheep were missing, and the beast seemed to have evaporated from the world. Now it no longer comes out, and the prairie has returned to its former tranquility.

In the evening, the Kazakhs formed a large circle, and the patriarch and several elders consulted around the fire.

It's a good thing that the beast is gone.

But what if it can't hold it?

As long as the monster is not dead, it will come to hunt every time with impunity, taking the hearts and minds of the herdsmen?

Perhaps it didn't come back because it died in the forest.

Thousands of questions erupted that night.

The Kazakhs organized fifty young warriors, and when the sky was dark, they went out into the forest with the best equipment to find traces of the monster.

Everything went well with the forest squadron, and they released the falcons.

The falcons in the northwestern grasslands are difficult to tame, but the eagle chicks that have just come out of the nest do not have that temper, and once trained, they are extremely fast messengers.

Three days later, the team lost communication.

The eagle never flew back.

Later, on a rainy night, the three men struggled to walk.

They will never forget that night!

The three men were in tatters and covered in blood.

One of them was already insane, babbling about something, and two of them were also seriously injured, dragging the madman with him.

They settled them and asked them what had happened.

All they said was that there was a terrible battle.

The tribesman asked, "What about the others?"

He said, "It's dead." ”

"You mean forty-seven people died in the forest?"

He said, "Yes." ”

The tribesmen said, "Are there other tribes in the old woods?

He shook it lightly and said, "There is only one enemy." ”

His eyes were shaking, and he didn't know what he encountered in the woods, only the howls of the night, and then the blood!

He only saw a pair of fiery red eyes, like beasts, and a little human.

It was almost a huge black wolf walking upright, with wolf ears and tail. But that giant wolf actually tore a strong man in half with his bare hands, and smashed the human head with one claw!

In those eyes, there was even a disdain that only human beings had.

So he wasn't sure if it was a human being, or a killing beast?

The clansman poured him a cup of hot tea and continued, "So it's still alive?"

He said, "Yes, if it lives, it must be us who die." ”

The tribesmen said, "Can we kill it?"

He shook his head and drank his tea vigorously, ignoring the redness of his lips and tongue.

"We can't live in this grassland with such a beast. ”

They all looked at the great river on the steppe.

The madman was clapping his hands there, slapping and giggling as he could.

"Poor man, he has been frightened like this. ”

The long river passes through the forest, and every mountain stream and ditch in the forest comes from this endless river.

This is also a last resort.

-- Poisoning.

About three months later, there was no news about the wolf.

He must have been poisoned, and hundreds of thousands of fish carcasses in the river floated on the surface of the river, releasing a rancid smell.

The poison spreads so quickly that any creature who drinks it will die of intestinal erosion.

Gradually, people walked into the forest.

They never disappeared again, and even if they went deeper, they were not attacked by wild beasts.

It seems that the beast died alone.

Later, the hunter brought back a baby.

They said that there was a hut deep in the forest, and that there was an eagle's nest in an old tree not far away, and that the poor boy was pecked by the eagles in the nest, and that he was saved by crying loudly.

The child did not belong to any ethnic Kazakhs, and no one dared to adopt him. One of the hunters saw that he was pitiful, and simply adopted him, because he found him in the eagle's nest, and he was covered with feathers, so he called him Hanyu.

Hanyu's strange background naturally attracted many suspicions from the Kazakhs.

Even the annual festival did not have a share of his participation.

Fortunately, Hanyu has an optimistic heart.

He was tenacious and quick-witted, and soon learned all the trades of a hunter, and the hunter had no children under his knees, so he naturally had a special appreciation for this child.

Later, Hanyu was dismissed as an indispensable part of the Kazakh community.

Three years ago, the hunter died of illness.

Hanyu was a lot more silent, but his heart was good, and every time he went hunting in the forest, he was always the first to pack his bags. He often heard hunters tell stories about wild beasts, but he had never seen them yet, and the hunters were eager to see them.

On the last day, he also told Hanyu about his miraculous background.

The wooden house that had been abandoned for more than ten years was his home.