When the sun has not set.
The young Master Nan had prepared everything early. He was empty-handed and walking lightly through the dangerous mountain forest.
This forest is very dangerous, and sometimes there are jackals, tigers and leopards.
But for the rare food, he can only race against the night tirelessly. The night in the mountains and forests is very dangerous. He must rush back to the deserted temple before the last light of the sun disappears behind the mountains, otherwise he will There is great danger.
"found it……"
Nan Er said secretly, he lowered his voice, looked through the gaps among the dead leaves, and saw the pheasant hiding in the grass in the distance.
Several pheasants of different sizes and fur colors were crowded together. The surrounding grass was deliberately made into a nest, and there were many scattered feathers in it.
In order to survive the cold and unbearable winter, the pheasants have accumulated thick fat. They are all chubby and chubby. They are squatting motionless in the nests of weeds with their eyes closed.
They will only come out at noon when it is the warmest, and dig hard at the soil on the ground to see if they can still find some grass seeds that can satisfy their hunger.
It is now approaching dusk. Regardless of whether they have found food or not, they will return to their nests on time and gather to keep warm.
"It's quite fat, just right..."
Nan Er was not in a hurry. If he rushed out of the grass, he would frighten the pheasants anyway. If they ran away, Nan Er would not be able to catch them.
Although his Qinggong was very good, it was still very difficult for him to catch a few pheasants running quickly in the overgrown mountain forest.
He quietly took a few steps back, and then looked around for a while.
There were a lot of dead branches and gravel on the ground, so he picked up a few pieces at random, selected the size, found a few of suitable weight, and held them in the palm of his hand.
Then he changed to a more convenient position and was ready to take action.
He gently pushed aside the dead branches blocking him with his left hand, and then tried to control his voice while vigorously throwing out the stones in his right hand.
Swish——
Even a small stone can instantly make a sound of breaking the wind.
Then there were two snaps, and the flying stones hit the nest of pheasants. Some were hit in the head and died immediately; some were only hit in the wings and fluttered several times. Down, he nimbly got into the grass.
Nan Er just threw out a handful of stones. He couldn't guarantee that every stone would hit the pheasants. After all, he had never practiced concealed weapons before, so it was impossible for him to hit the target without missing a beat.
He didn't chase the escaped pheasants anymore. He just walked to the chicken coop and picked up the two pheasants that had been beaten to death. He looked at the fat and thin ones and was still very happy.
"Well, I'm in for a treat tonight."
Shaking the pheasant on his hand, Nan Er quickly started to return along the original route before it was completely dark. He walked along the traces he left for a long time until the sun went down.
Darkness enveloped the surroundings.
"No, it should be this way...Did I go the wrong way?"
Nan Er casually pulled a tree vine, tied up the two pheasants, and carried them with one hand. The other hand subconsciously placed on the handle of the knife at his waist. This was his habitual action. Once in danger, he could instantly pull out the knife to defend himself.
He looked at the footprints left on the ground.
That's right, aren't these the footprints you left before? The size and length are exactly the same as mine, but the direction is wrong.
If he wants to go back now, he should just go against the footprints he left when he came, but the footprints that appear in front of him now are actually facing the same direction as himself.
"what happened……"
Maybe it's because he has been with Xia Zhichan for a long time. Now when he encounters any strange things, he will subconsciously think about monsters and monsters.
Huh, there's nothing to be afraid of.
"If I really encounter a ghost, I will split him in half!"
After saying a half-truth to cheer himself up, he gained courage, and even took out a section of the long knife from his waist, and looked at the footprints on the ground with the light coming from the knife.
That's right, it's your own footprints. No matter the size or length, the strength of stepping on it and the distance between the two feet, it is exactly the same as mine.
Nan Er was a little confused, but he wasn't afraid. After all, he hadn't seen a ghost yet, so there was no way he could scare himself.
But now a problem arises, whether to go back according to the footprints on the ground, or to continue walking in the direction of the footprints.
He thought about it carefully. After he shot the pheasant, he turned around and left without stopping. At first, the footprints on the ground were facing away from him. But at some point, like a dazed moment, the footprints on the ground turned towards him. changed.
Tick, tick.
The wounds of the pheasants were bleeding all the time, but they were just on their way, and the dead branches and hay under their feet made a loud clicking sound, so they didn't pay attention to the sound of the pheasant's blood dripping.
Now that he stopped, something happened with the footprints being confused again, forcing Nan Er to fall into deep thought. The sound of blood dripping at this time was particularly harsh.
Tick, tick...
The sound was very harsh, almost comparable to the dawn rooster that has been clucking outside the window when you want to sleep in.
When Nan Er was in trouble, he suddenly remembered that Xia Zhichan had taught him a simple way to exorcise evil spirits, which was to take a deep breath, bite the tip of his tongue, and then close his eyes and spray it out.
The blood on the tip of the tongue is a pure yang thing, and it is best able to ward off evil spirits.
(Good children, please don’t learn this.)
He was cruel, bit his tongue hard, then closed his eyes and squirted out. Of course, it is your own tongue after all. Even if an average person accidentally bites it while eating, it will still hurt for a while, let alone break it.
In fact, Nan Er didn't know if he had bitten it or not. He just took a big bite and then sprayed it out. After the spittle was all sprayed out.
He dared to open his eyes.
The original footprints on the ground that were exactly like his own disappeared, leaving only the original weeds and dead branches, which had not been stepped on at all.
"Phew...fuck, it hurts."
Nan Er hurriedly walked back several steps, and finally saw his own footprints again. He confirmed that they were left before hunting pheasants, so he walked back in the direction of the footprints.
There were no accidents, and he walked smoothly to the deserted temple he had seen before. Through the half-opened cave door, he saw the light of the fire in the left side hall.
He was about to enter the door when he suddenly heard a loud scream.
It was coming from the horse tied to the tree nearby. With this roar, the horse began to struggle next to the dead tree, shaking its mouth constantly, trying to break free from the reins tied to the dead branch. Come down.
"What are you doing? Scared me, and I'll feed you when I'm full..."
Nan Er thought the horse was hungry, and saw that his ruthless owner only cared about getting food for himself, but did not remember to feed the horse after a hard day's running.
"Besides, isn't there grass around you? You can't even take a bite with your head down. You have to put the food to your mouth to know how to eat it!"
He was referring to Sang and scolding Huai.
Naturally, the horse didn't understand, and it still neighed hard, and then kept trying to break free from the restraints of the reins. The dead tree, which was not thick in the first place, made a creaking sound.
The key horse is not one, but two military horses from the official inn. Both in terms of endurance and strength, they are much more powerful than ordinary horses.
After three swayings and two swayings, the dead tree finally let out its last cry of resistance, and then stopped. Then the two military horses seemed to have a tacit understanding, turned their heads and ran away.
"It's broken, come back!"
By the time Nan Er realized something was wrong, the two horses had already bolted wildly, and their speed and power almost caught up with the horse and cavalry in the army charging into battle.
He hurriedly chased him for several steps, but he didn't even catch the horse's tail, so he ate a mouthful of smoke and dust.
"Cough cough cough, bah bah bah!"
Nan Er spit out the dust in his mouth and looked anxiously in the direction where the horse disappeared, but now there was no trace of the horse, and he could only vaguely see the rising smoke.
"How is this going?"
He wondered because he did not understand the horse's abnormal behavior, and because it was dark at night and did not see the extreme panic in the horse's eyes.
Animal instincts are always faster than human perception. Animals will often issue warnings and choose to escape before natural disasters such as earthquakes and floods occur.
Nan Er frowned. He was thinking about how he and Xia Zhichan would leave here. It was not difficult to leave here with his Qinggong, but the problem was that Xia Zhichan was still injured and could not use magic. He could only rely on two legs. walk slowly.
He was thinking hard when suddenly a dark shadow came behind him.
The black figure stretched out two hands and gently placed them on Nan Er's shoulders. They were so light that there was almost no weight. But Nan Er is a martial arts practitioner. Even with the weight of a needle, he could feel something was wrong, and instantly realized that there was someone behind him.
The other party was able to make no sound of footsteps. You must know that this is in a mountain forest, and there are dry grass and dead branches everywhere. As long as you step on it lightly, you will inevitably make a sound and be heard.
Nan Er didn't even notice the other person. If he hadn't felt the weight on his shoulders, he wouldn't even have known there was someone behind him.
But just as he was about to struggle, he suddenly felt the hands on his shoulders suddenly sink, from being as light as cotton to two towering mountains, directly suppressing all his actions.
He couldn't move, his hand rested on the handle of the knife, but because his shoulders couldn't move, he couldn't pull out the knife, so he could only stand stiffly in place.
The origin of the other party was unknown, but he did not say a word.
Nan Er wanted to look back, but suddenly remembered what he and Xia Zhichan had heard from an old hunter in Zhendian before. He said that there were wild wolves that had become spirits in the forest and would quietly walk behind lone travelers. , and then took the opportunity to put his two front paws on the opponent's shoulders, and when the opponent turned around, he suddenly bit his throat.
At that time, Nan Er still didn't believe how big a wolf could be. Even if it could stand up, it couldn't be as tall as a person, let alone put its front paws on a person's shoulders.
But at that time, the old hunter also said that after the wolf became a spirit and could eat people, it would grow to an unusually large size. When he was young, he had seen wild wolves that were as big as calves.
Of course, I don’t know if it’s just bragging.
Nan Er couldn't move now, and he didn't dare to look back. The strength on his shoulders was stronger than that of an average strong man, and it was impossible for him to break free in an instant.
He could only widen his eyes and use the corner of his eye to see what the hand on his shoulder was pressing on him.
You won’t know if you don’t look at it, but you will be shocked when you look at it.
There are some hands on my shoulders. They are clearly a pair of dull gray coats with nails as sharp as knives...
Wolf paw!
