Song Yanzhe and his party walked along the edge of the woods.
"Ha ha!"
There was no dialogue, just rapid breathing.
This is a very strange thing.
Although it seemed like I had been walking for several hours, I didn’t feel so breathless walking on a mountain that was not so steep.
"Is this forest poisonous?"
Someone murmured under their breath.
The forest was shrouded in mist. Although I could see clearly, the mist hung around me. My body was as heavy as dyed cotton, and my head was confused.
Rustling!
There was a strange sound coming from the nearby grass.
"Ah! It's so noisy!"
Shi Yan, who was still walking in front, chopped down the grass with a loud shout.
But there is nothing there.
Shi Yan also knew.
Starting about an hour ago, the grass near where the group was strolling began to shake.
Once I was scared and ran away, and once I bravely poked a haystack.
But every time, there is nothing inside.
"No matter what..." Shi Yan looked back at Song Yanzhe and said. "Everyone seems to be hearing hallucinations. They are highly nervous. It is normal to have auditory hallucinations."
"I actually heard hallucinations..."
The faces of others were filled with fear.
"How about going out after abstaining?"
Some people were so frightened that they couldn't help but ask Song Yanzhe.
"That's right, let's give up. It's really scary here."
One of them started to echo.
"Young Master Song, as long as you agree, I will send out the flare."
Another person already had a flare in his hand.
"Are you crazy? No."
But Song Yanzhe shook his head stubbornly.
He couldn't give up like this, as if he was giving in in front of his father. What's more, he had a bet with Song Sichen and lost once yesterday. Kneeling in front of Shi Ran was embarrassing enough. If he lost again this time, he shouted "Happy wedding, Shi Ran, Song Sichen". He will want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Decided not to.
This time I must beat Song Sichen.
at this time.
Rustling!
This time I heard a sound from farther behind in the grass.
Shi Yan did not swing his sword this time.
Because they think it's just auditory hallucinations anyway.
However, everyone's expressions were strange.
"ah!"
Quan pointed behind Shi Yan.
Gulu!
Strange noises were heard.
This is not an auditory hallucination.
Startled, he quickly looked back and saw Shi Yan shouted.
"Mom!"
I saw a wild boar protruding its head from the grass, its fangs exposed, and its eyes even seemed to glow green. The group froze immediately.
The wild boar did not attack them quickly, but approached step by step, but everyone was so frightened that no one could move.
"what to do……"
Only Song Yanzhe pushed Shi Yan forward and shouted.
"Flag flare!"
As a result, when the person holding the flare was about to fire the flare, the wild boar suddenly turned its head and ran in the opposite direction instead of attacking them.
Several people were confused!
I have no idea why he ran away like this.
Several people looked at each other, all in shock, and no one moved.
Until a voice came from behind.
"Here it is."
Song Sichen looked at Song Yanzhe and said.
Hearing Song Sichen's voice, Song Yanzhe got goosebumps all over his body and took a step back.
Although he was afraid of wild beasts and wandered in the woods, what he was most afraid of was not the wild beasts, but Song Sichen.
Song Sichen stared at Song Yanzhe and swung his shotgun lightly into the bushes, making a terrifying sound.
He was wearing a red hunting suit, stained with a lot of blood. Although he had no prey, he knew that he must have hunted a lot of prey.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't let me see you? But I should have warned you." Song Sichen whispered. "Don't let me see you."
"Wait a moment!"
Song Yanzhe shouted, but it was too late.
Song Sichen, holding a shotgun in his hand, had already walked towards Song Yanzhe and pointed the black muzzle at Song Yanzhe's head.
"Hey, stop it!"
Song Yanzhe shouted loudly.
"Master Song Sichen!"
"Stop, please!"
The smug and confident confidants all around rushed forward.
"Hold it, hold it!"
"Song Sichen, you are crazy to kill your brother in front of so many people!"
Fu Chong and Mo Zichen, who had been guarding Song Sichen, also hurriedly came over to stop him.
Although Song Sichen usually didn't dare to look directly in the eyes, there was something different today.
Without blinking, the haze of the forest seemed to be floating in Song Yanzhe's eyes.
"Song Sichen!"
Fu Chong grabbed Song Sichen's shoulders and shouted loudly.
Only then did Song Sichen stop.
"I'm warning you, if you don't want to die, stay away from me."
Song Sichen, Fu Chong, and Mo Zichen left after coldly speaking warning words.
Seeing their figures disappearing into the fog, Song Yanzhe breathed a sigh of relief.
For those who come to the hunting ground but do not participate in the competition, Tokizen has specially prepared a table filled with delicious food and simple games that men, women and children can enjoy together.
Cheerful music also sounded around.
Just after noon, Mr. Song walked out of the tent. He didn't know when he was already slightly drunk.
"Your daughter prepared these for you?"
Headmaster Song suddenly asked Shichuan who was pouring wine.
"Yes, after I heard that you agreed to participate in this hunting competition, Shiran worked even harder to satisfy you and worked hard for several days."
Tokikawa replied with a pleased smile.
"Okay, I'm envious!" Mr. Song put the wine glass to his mouth and whispered. "It's not because I don't have a daughter, but your daughter is really a very capable child."
Grandpa Shiran, who was sitting opposite Mr. Song, watched quietly and said with a smile: "My two sons must be quite distressed, right?"
"Aren't you the same, two sons." Mr. Song said the same thing, "The two sons are really distressed. I also want a granddaughter like Shi Ran."
Mr. Song kept mumbling.
He drank the wine that Tokikawa had poured into the cup in one gulp, then stared at a certain place and spoke.
"I'm still fine, why are they just stories about successors? It's like hoping I die soon."
Headmaster Song, who was extremely taboo about the topic of succession, suddenly brought up the matter.
I don’t know if it’s because of the drinking, but words I haven’t said before are being poured out like bitter water.
"Power and flesh and blood must be separated. Fortunately, I am only a small leader, but there is only one Song family. If there was an entire throne, they would have poisoned me to death."
No one answered, Tokawa just poured the wine into his glass again.
Grandpa Tokiran, who smiled slightly under his long beard, gave advice in a worried tone.
"What Mrs. Song said, how about being careful for now?"
"Careful?"
"Um."
Headmaster Song raised his eyebrows as he picked up his wine glass.
"really."
Headmaster Song lowered his voice as if he was angry. After speaking, he drank again.
The germ of suspicion quickly took root.
This time Grandpa Shiran poured wine for Mr. Song, then picked up the wine glass and cheered.
But there was a thick smile on the corner of his mouth hidden behind the wine glass.
It was a pleasant thing to destroy Mrs. Song.
(End of chapter)
