Preface:

Heaven and earth are chaotic like chickens, and Pangu is born in them. 18,000 years old, the heaven and the earth are opened, the yang is the sky, and the yin is the earth. Pangu is in it, nine changes a day, God is in the sky, and the earth is holy. The sky is one zhang high, the earth is one zhang thick, and Pangu is one zhang long, so eight thousand years old. The number of days is extremely high, the number of places is extremely deep, and Pangu is extremely long. There are three emperors in the future. The number starts from one, stands in three, becomes five, flourishes in seven, and is in nine, so the heavens go to the earth for 90,000 miles.

The death of the Xipangu clan is also, the head is the four mountains, the eyes are the sun and the moon, the fat is the river and the sea, and the hair is grass and trees. As the saying goes, the head of the Pangu clan is Dongyue, the abdomen is Zhongyue, the left arm is Nanyue, the right arm is Beiyue, and the foot is Xiyue. Confucianism said: Pangu's weeping is the river, the air is the wind, and the pupils are electricity. The ancient saying: Pangu's joy is the eye, and anger is the yin. Wu Chujian said: Pangu husband and wife, the beginning of yin and yang. There is a tomb of Pangu in the South China Sea today, which is 300 miles long, and the descendants of the vulgar cloud are also buried with the soul of Pangu.

1. Wolf children

The sky is blue and the sun is like a sword, through the gap between the leaves, straight into this forest. This forest is very large, and the geographical location is very remote, the south is bordered by the southern Xinjiang, it is an uncivilized land, the extreme east, you can see the sea in the distance, the west is the lofty mountains, stretching for thousands of miles, only the north, is considered to be flat land, but the soil is loose, not suitable for work at all, and it is not suitable for construction, and strangely is extremely short of water, but it is not a desert, maybe in another thousand years, it will be. Therefore, this place is inaccessible and is called a barren forest by the world.

In and around this barren forest, the only place where people occasionally appear is the desert to the north. But the people who will go there will definitely not be normal people, and they are generally desperate outlaws. Sometimes they go into the woods, but they don't dare to go deeper. In this forest, when you enter a hundred meters, you will see all kinds of phantom poisonous miasma and ghostly whistling sounds, as well as many strange and deformed beasts shuttling through it.

About a kilometer from the desert to the north, at the outermost edge of the forest. A few black shadows whistled past the ground, and then stopped for a moment, staring at the little sika deer in front of him with crimson eyes. The little sika deer's frightened big eyes kept turning, looking at the wolves around him, his eyes were full of sadness and helplessness, but he couldn't get back the slightest life. The surrounding wolves let out a low roar from a wolf with a pinch of white fur on its left ear, and then swarmed up and strangled the little sika deer in an instant.

The wind seemed to tickle the trees, making the branches tremble. The wolf, with a pinch of white fur on his ear, had a piece of meat in his mouth and walked into a cave. There was a she-wolf lying in the cave, and she looked down at the she-wolf, a little wolf with her eyes closed and covered in flesh was biting one of her mother's nipples*, but she didn't know whether she was feeding or sleeping, and there was also a handful of white hair on her left ear that shook twice from time to time with her soft ear.

Looking next to it, there was a human child lying on his stomach, and the child also had one of the she-wolf's nipples in his mouth. It is clear that he is not asleep. Hearing the movement outside, he raised his head, opened his dark eyes and hurried out, and saw that it was the familiar image, so he stopped caring about him and continued to bow his head and breastfeed. Eating and eating, he slowly lay down on his side, put a hand on the little wolf next to him, and fell into a deep sleep. The she-wolf looked at the two cute little figures beside her, and then looked up at the male wolf who came in. They were looking at each other and smiling, smiling. The eyes of the male wolf are no longer the crimson red of the hunt, but full, clear, and gentle.

The forest, this barren forest, may just be so inhospitable relative to humans. But it doesn't seem to be the case at all with the animals inside, it's their home, it's where they've thrived for generations. It has its own laws, like a wolf chasing a rabbit, a rabbit eating grass or something like that, ordinary, even a little peaceful.

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye, and everything is so normal. The wolves are hunting again. This time they were chasing a large wild horse. This is a very majestic wild horse, and if it is discovered by humans, it will definitely be captured as a mount, especially if you see how it behaves today. Because it can break through three times, each time when the wolves are about to deliver a fatal blow to it, kick away a wolf that pounces up, and then rush out of the gap left by the wolf in a split second!

The wolves didn't know how long they had been in pursuit, or how far they had been chasing, until they finally surrounded the wild horse for the fourth time. This time it couldn't run away because the injury was too severe. It was still the wolf with a pinch of white fur on its left ear, and with that low roar, the wild horse fell to the ground. It goes to food, as it has been doing for years. As a leader, it can choose the best piece of meat. But this time it stopped. It raised its head, sniffed vigorously in the air, and looked around alertly.

A flash of white light flashed, and bright red splashed in an instant. The white hair on the left ear was also dyed red, as its entire head had been separated from its body and fell into its own bloodstream. The white light settled, and it was a large steel knife, plunging deep into the dirt. At this moment, a whistle sounded, and thousands of arrows flew around.

The wolves howled, furious, angry, mournful, helpless, quiet...

In the shadows of the woods, more than twenty big men gradually came out. A bald man strode to the steel knife on the ground, looked left and right, and shouted: "Brothers, get these animals back, our food for the past few days has been solved." As he spoke, he pulled out the steel knife with one hand, put it on his shoulder, lifted the wolf's head with the other, and strode out. The rest of the people put the bows in their hands on their backs, and went up to pick them up at least one by one, keeping up with the bald heads.

A group of people returned to their camp. They threw the carcasses of the wolves and the wild horses together. For them, these are just food and nothing else. Some people began to raise the fire, others began to disembowel the food, and in a short time several wolves were pierced by sticks and placed on the fire to "crackle" and roast.

The bald head stuck the knife beside him, held a bag of wine in his hand, looked at the decapitated wolf on the fire, sighed "sigh", raised the wine bag, and drank loudly.

"Boss," said a bearded man who came up and sat down next to him, shaking his head slightly, "what is the origin of that old man?"

The bald head put down the wine bag and let out a long sigh again, "Look at his outfit, it should be from Jiutian Mountain." ”

The atmosphere of the crowd, which was not very lively, suddenly became a little colder.

The bearded man took out his wine bag, took a few sips, and felt that it was tasteless, so he threw the wine bag aside. He lowered his head, as if to say to himself, "Three hundred! Three hundred! All of a sudden, all of them were gone." We have been bandits for most of our lives, robbing houses, burning, killing and looting, doing all kinds of evil, and it seems that retribution has arrived. ”

The bald head raised his hand and wanted to give him a mouthful, but he couldn't fight it, and half a month ago, he might have drawn his knife. But the bearded man half a month ago wouldn't have said this!

The bandits originally lived a life of licking blood with knives, and they should have nothing to fear from death. But in the past half a month, they have been tormented by the fear of death to the point of collapse. Half a month ago, about 50 people escaped. For half a month, people died every day, one by one. Many people have done it, but no one has succeeded, because the knife in his hand seems to have life, and he can't wipe his neck no matter what. What's more terrible than death is that watching death come step by step, you can't hide from it, and you can't meet it, he forces you like this, oppresses you all the time, and makes you breathless.

In the camp, only the flames were like a child, "crackling" and screaming regardless of the sky falling. The crowd sat in a heap, silent. They don't know where to hide tomorrow, or if the next person to die will be themselves.

Everywhere the fire touched, there was a dead silence.

Suddenly, the sound of the grass breaking glass shattered the atmosphere. Everyone clutched their knives tightly and stared at that side. The sound was getting closer, and people's breathing was getting heavier, and several people's hands began to tremble.

"Smack", two blacks fell to the ground. The hearts of the people hanging in the air also fell to the ground. These are two little things. One is a wolf cub with a small white hair on its left ear. The other... It turned out to be a little boy! He was covered in **, on all fours, and his hair covered his face, but his two crimson eyes could be seen through his hair. Yes, it's exactly the same as the little wolf cub next to it!

The bald head looked at the little boy, who was only three or four years old, but he had no human consciousness and probably knew what was going on with this child. Because this kind of thing is rare for humans to be raised by wild beasts, but it is not uncommon. Looking at the little wolf again, he looked down at the wolf's head on the edge of the fire, and laughed "haha", "Little beast, are you here to take revenge?"

The wolf stared at him fiercely, baring its young teeth and growing its hair.

"Hmph," said the bald head coldly, "although I am in trouble now, uncle, it is not your turn to bully these two little beasts! But now, you're just like these big animals!" he drew his broadsword and walked towards them step by step.

The little wolf swooped out and pounced on the bald head. It seemed to ignore nothing and pounced straight away. With a "woo", the little wolf was kicked back by the bald head, and then trembled on the ground, unable to get up again.

The little boy swooped in front of the little wolf, staring viciously at everything in front of him! The severed wolf head had been burned beyond recognition by the sparks that burst out, the headless body was pierced through the fire by a stick, one leg was gone, and the corpses of the wolves were scattered all over the ground...... He stared like a black hole, trying to devour everything!

The bald head stopped. He was stunned, or rather, too frightened to move—two lines of bright red blood and tears slowly dripped down the boy's cheeks. A drop of blood and tears fell into the soil, and an inch of ground around the blood and tears immediately withered and died.

"It's a youkai!" the crowd burst into an exclamation, and everyone immediately drew their knives and surrounded them. However, after walking four or five steps away from the boy, he could no longer move forward. They are not blocked by external forces, nor are they forcibly controlled by their bodies, but there is a fear that goes far beyond the fear of death and hits their souls. The soul is trembling. They all cried like children. Never after so many days of outlaw have they ever been so devastated.

The little boy moved. His movements are not fast, even a little slow. After all, he is a human being, a child of only three or four years old. But for the group, that speed was enough, because they couldn't move at all. The little boy's claws flew in the air, and he didn't know if he had touched the bodies of those people, but he knew that they were all dead. In an instant, all the bandits were dead. It was as if they had been drained alive, their cheeks sunken, their eyes bulging, and their eyes filled with only fear!

The boy staggered back to the wolf. He tried to pick it up, but he couldn't lift his arms. In the end, he could only let his body fall. Fall beside the little wolf. With all the strength he had saved, he dragged an arm onto the wolf. Then he smiled, just like when he was a child, hugged the little wolf, and closed his eyes in peace.