After being devastated by the mudslide, Uncle Feng was always careful. He glanced at the moon in the sky and was even more worried about whether it would fall. Maybe he was too worried, Uncle Feng thought in his heart.
After walking for a short distance, I felt very tired even though my hands were empty and I had nothing on my shoulders. This was of course related to the inconvenience of my legs and feet, but the more important reason was the vicious wolf chasing after me. Uncle Feng was helpless for a moment. The wolf was determined to eat his own flesh. He had no choice but to cut off the meat from his hand and give it to it.
Just as he was thinking this, the wolf quietly pounced on him, but took advantage of the darkness to hide somewhere, letting out deep roars from his throat. The green eyes were shining. In its eyes, Uncle Feng was just a piece of meat.
With the sword in hand, Uncle Feng did not take the evil wolf into consideration at all and continued to walk forward. The road was bumpy and uneven, and he even fell many times, but none of this could stop Uncle Feng from achieving his set goal. The evil wolf pounced on him. Without saying a word, he bit him on the leg. Uncle Feng screamed and his blood flowed. At this time, he slashed horizontally. The evil wolf dodged to the side and missed the blow.
The barren mountains are long and there is little voice. In the silence, fireflies flickered from time to time in the numerous tombs, which made Uncle Feng feel even more helpless.
Arriving at the forest farm deep in the mountains, Uncle Feng carried a big tree on his shoulders and walked quietly alone again along the road he came from. Even if there is no one accompanying him on the road, even if there is a bad wolf with him, Uncle Feng is not afraid at all. At this moment, Heng Dao is in his hand, so what if it is a bad wolf or a bad ghost?
After the evil wolf took a piece of meat from Uncle Feng's lap and ate it, he was still not full, and there was no game on the barren mountain. If he didn't find a solution from Uncle Feng, why should he eat stones? At this moment, Uncle Feng thought of the young woman and seemed to hear Hua Gu's laughter. With these things in his life, he had no regrets. Although his legs were lame and it was quite inconvenient to walk, there was still this evil wolf accompanying him. But it's not a big deal.
After carrying it for a while, Uncle Feng couldn't carry it anymore. He hadn't eaten all day and didn't dare to rest. It was so late at night that his legs felt weak and he sat on the ground unable to get up. The mountains and fields were deserted, and the cries of the birds that had been seen during the day were all gone.
The evil wolf pounced on him, staring at Uncle Feng with his green eyes, as if asking him if he was convinced and if he dared to compete with him? Facing the questioning look of the evil wolf, Uncle Feng coughed softly. At this time, he hit his waist with his hand and watched the evil wolf keep laughing.
The evil wolf roared low at this time, took two steps forward, and looked with extremely ferocious eyes. He saw a stone next to Uncle Feng with a lot of blood stains on it. Under the faint moonlight, the evil wolf rushed forward, lay down, and kept licking the blood on the stone. This is of course the blood flowing from Uncle Feng's wound.
Uncle Feng looked at the moon in the sky. He really couldn't walk at this time. He felt that he owed the merchants for their trust in him. He failed to complete the task. It seemed that this was the only regret in his life. As for other things, there is no need to worry about it, and as for the evil intentions of this evil wolf, there is no need to mention it.
Although Uncle Feng could no longer walk, his hands still had some strength. Seeing that Uncle Feng had a long knife in his hand, the evil wolf did not dare to cause trouble for a while, but just lay down on the side and let out a series of low roars. He seemed to be asking Uncle Feng, why didn't he die? Uncle Feng also showed his teeth at this time and kept biting at the evil wolf, as if he also wanted to eat it. The evil wolf was quite smart, so he moved away a little, otherwise, if he was attacked by this man, If you eat it, that’s not good.
After resting for a while, Uncle Feng gained strength, so he got up, dusted himself off, stretched out, and continued to carry the big tree. At this time, people in the deserted village seemed to have fallen into sleep. Only Uncle Feng, who wanted money rather than his life, walked alone on this dangerous mountain road carrying a big tree. The evil wolf followed him from afar. After seeing that Uncle Feng wanted to eat "people", he seemed to have restrained himself and was no longer as unscrupulous as before.
Walking non-stop, on the mountain road, these two people could be said to be incompatible with each other. The mountain wind howled miserably, and the whole world was killing each other. At this time, the moon wheel once penetrated into the clouds, while the barren mountains and ridges, and the bumpy roads were full of dangers, and murderous intent was once like a black cloud over the city.
When the moon came out again, Uncle Feng squatted on the road and took a shit. He knew that wolves don't eat shit, so maybe he was too dirty. At this time, Uncle Feng had all the shit he pulled out on his body, including a lot of it on his hair, and his clothes were extremely dirty.
When the evil wolf saw Uncle Feng like this, he lay down on the side and kept vomiting. Maybe it was the shit pulled out by Uncle Feng that was smoking it. The evil wolf retreated quietly at this time, because the shit that Uncle Feng pulled out was so smelly that it couldn't stand it. Even the stones on the roadside were indignant at this time. It's a pity that I can't speak, otherwise, I would have scolded my mother.
The evil wolf cried because of the smelly shit pulled out by Uncle Feng. At this time, he walked alone along the mountain path, constantly looking back as he walked. He was afraid that Uncle Feng would follow him and get his beautiful hair dirty, which would be terrible. Fortunately, Uncle Feng did not chase after him, but continued to carry his big tree after stretching.
The evil wolf walked towards the horizon, looking for meat to eat, but Uncle Feng still walked slowly on the mountain road. The moonlight shone down from time to time, shining on his body, and he seemed to feel that when he was carrying his back, he should not fall behind. On Uncle Feng's body. Uncle Feng was not very hygienic. Once his body was stained with feces that smelled worse than dog feces after not taking a shower for many days, it would be so stinky that even Uncle Feng himself would vomit.
The night was pleasant, but at this time, an old stone on the roadside suddenly cursed at Uncle Feng. "I hate your old mother!" Uncle Feng can't feel sorry for Shitou. Besides, it's his own fault. He thinks that Shitou, who enjoys the breeze and the moon shines every day, has never been so wronged. At this time, it's just a curse, it's just a beating. , that’s understandable.
Uncle Feng continued to walk, and his shoulders were quite heavy at this time. In addition to his weak legs and feet, there were quite a few thorns and other things blocking the way. He couldn't walk a few steps before he wanted to rest. However, for the sake of money, I would not rest as long as I could. Otherwise, I might not be able to carry it to the river until the Chinese New Year.
Uncle Feng was singing non-stop on the mountain at this time. Of course he was singing songs that were only sung when someone in the country died. However, at this time of the night, it is the middle of the night and there is no one in the wilderness. Don't sing this unlucky song. Even if you just scold someone's mother casually, it is no big deal.
