Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 22 Tiger

The story doesn't just happen in the small town of Fenghuai.

Move the time forward a little, and go back to the time when the rain fell on the city on the third day of August.

Then raise the angle of view, zoom out, and move to the vast Xincang Mountains on the back of Fenghuai.

Here there are steep cliffs, tall trees, deep valleys and long abyss. When you look up, you can only see a narrow sliver of sky.

The black clouds are getting heavier, a heavy rain is in the mouth of the god, and the fine wind is exposed from between the lips and teeth, gradually getting stronger, and the woods are shaking.

A figure was running staggeringly.

Mo Wuqiang swallowed the blood gushing up his throat, but the wound on his left arm opened again, and a few drops of blood inevitably fell to the ground.

He stopped, picked up the blood-stained soil, and swallowed it into his stomach.And tore off a piece of trouser leg again, and hastily bandaged it.

The rainstorm is coming, if according to the experience of the past few decades, the rain will cover up the traces, wash away the bloody smell, and all the means of tracking the beast will be invalid, so he doesn't have to bother to cover up the tracks anymore.

But this time it was different, thinking about the ghostly perception of that beast's blood, he really couldn't settle down.

When the rain washes away the wound, the blood will definitely spill out. This rainstorm may not be on his side.

But he had no choice, the bow and ax had been discarded, only a small dagger was left at his waist, he could only run faster, faster.

They went too deep into the mountain this time.

When he first found traces of that thing, he thought of retreating.He has hunted for half his life, and he has killed a few tigers and leopards, but he has never seen a cat with such a pace.

But the young people are full of blood, saying that Uncle Wu is getting older and less courageous. No matter how big the tiger is, a dozen of us can't defeat it?
There is also Gangzi in the team, his father is the dead soul in the belly of this beast, how can he be persuaded?

The most pitiful person was Yunsheng. Yunsheng was a smart boy. He saw that Yunsheng believed him, but he was unwilling to leave alone, so he went with his brothers in the end.

But hunting is not based on boldness, and that thing is not prey.

A drop of raindrops fell on his dry lips, Mo Wu gasped heavily and raised his head, the large raindrops visible to the naked eye fell vertically towards his eyes, Mo Wu closed his eyes to catch it, his eyelids felt a slight pain.

It was raining hard.

Mo Wu stepped up his pace again, his only chance was to pass the cable bridge before the beast chased him, as long as the bridge was cut off, no matter what it was, it was impossible to jump over the twenty-foot-wide deep ravine.

Staggering and climbing over a steep slope, a small stream suddenly appeared in front of him. Mo Wu looked upstream, and its source was hidden among the high cliffs and dense trees.Mo's face beamed with joy, this is the stream flowing down from Mouse Pond, since this pool is above, it means that he didn't lose his way, and also that he is not far from the cable bridge.

Mo Wu looked around and barely found a path that could pass the stone. He stepped on the stone carefully, but just after taking two steps, his exhausted leg stepped on the slippery moss, and his foot slipped into the stream middle.

As soon as half of his calf entered the water, Mo Wu's whole body froze. The first thing he felt was the piercing cold, but the next moment he felt the real feeling - why is the water so hot? !

Mo Wu quickly pulled out his calves, crouched on the stone and gently caressed his legs and feet with his hands. After a short while, the part that entered the water had turned red. He looked up and found that the entire stream was slightly steaming. of water vapor.

Fortunately, the water wasn't scalding hot, although the skin didn't hurt, and the cool rainwater kept hitting it, so it was no longer a hindrance.Mo Wu glanced at the creek in disbelief, but at this moment he had no intention or energy to investigate the reason, and just stepped on the stones more carefully to cross.

The moment he stepped on the ground, the body he had been holding on to suddenly loosened his strength, and his trembling thighs could no longer support him, and he fell to the shore.

Panting for breath, he lowered his head, and his image of being embarrassed was distorted in the stream.

Dirty and torn single clothes, messy hair, and a face in his 50s in the middle.

This face is black and yellow, rough, familiar and unfamiliar, with red eyes.His nose was sore, and while his vision was blurred, he slapped himself hard.

How did he survive?
In the early morning of today, in the darkness before sunrise, that thing rushed into the camp. When I woke up, the inexplicable strong wind was filled with a strong smell of fish and blood.

Amidst the roars and screams of the younger generations, that thing was very quiet, neither roaring nor screaming, like a ghost, if it wasn't for a huge and fierce shadow vaguely reflected by the blown torch, he even suspected that it was really a ghost rising from the underworld rise.

He picked up the bow, but did not dare to release the arrow in the darkness, so he gritted his teeth and took out the knife and rushed forward. At that moment, he really wanted to fight it desperately, but when the ghost-like head turned to look at him, the blood all over his body seemed to A basin of ice water was poured on him.

Under the golden, engulfing and incomparably calm vertical pupils, the courage cultivated in 30 years of hunting in the mountains, hunting leopards and shooting tigers was suddenly shattered.

Wolves and leopards do not have this kind of momentum. Although they are extremely dangerous, they will only make their minds tense, their energy and blood surge up, and they arouse bloody courage in their rapid heartbeats.But the tiger is different. When facing it head-on, its deep and majestic roar, its extremely oppressive body and eyes can easily make people lose the courage to fight against it. The king of the forest is nothing more than that.

And if the thing in front of him is a tiger, it must be a tiger among tigers, and just looking at it makes him tremble with fear.

How can a person be able to kill this kind of monster, can't win... can't win...

He wanted to call everyone to run, but the next moment the beast tore Gangzi's abdominal cavity open in front of him, a complete person was like a thin piece of paper in front of the sharp claws, blood spattered into his mouth, His voice became hoarse, and even his mind went blank for a moment.

But Yun Sheng next to him roared deafeningly: "Uncle Wu! Uncle Wu, run!"

The already weak legs and feet seemed to have received an order - he didn't want to tell whether it came from the master.He ran out with all his strength, passing Yun Sheng who was going up to him.

After running for a long distance in panic, he realized that he might be the only one who survived.

As the only elder, the backbone of the team, and the one who was entrusted with his son by more than a dozen pairs of parents before setting off, he left his children in the sea of ​​blood behind him and fled for his life in a hurry.

It shouldn't be alive by itself.

Gangzi should be alive. He is born with great strength and vitality. If he sells a few skins to collect enough money, he can go to the county martial arts school to become a teacher, and he may even be able to work as a policeman.

Yun Sheng should also be alive. The teacher said that he is a seed for reading, and he might be a scholar in the county test next year.

Only by myself, an old bone is enough to live long ago, and there is nothing to worry about alone, so why should I rob them of their chance to escape?
What face do I have to go back to the village alone?

Fear urges him to flee, but another mood is anticipation due to shame, anticipation that the beast will catch up and kill himself, so that he does not have to go back to face the eyes of a dozen pairs of parents.

But the beast didn't catch up immediately, until three or four hours later, when he looked back at the top of the mountain, he saw the faint shadow again.So he realized that it came after Shi Shiran after eating the corpses of more than a dozen people slowly.

So the sudden anger took over again, and he no longer wanted to die. Even if he was scolded in the spine by his fellow villagers for the rest of his life, even if he could not hold his head up when he was laughed at by the villagers, he would definitely return to the village, report to the county government, and invite reinforcements. Go back into the mountain, stab it with your own hands, and watch the beast be killed in pain with your own eyes!
So he began to cover up his traces, designed some simple traps, intentionally left his bloodstains on the cliff, and then quietly left in another direction... In order to survive, he did everything he could to the smallest detail. out.

At this moment, staring at his reflection in the stream, it was the same belief that supported his exhausted body to stand up again, picked up a branch for support, and continued to walk forward.

The raindrops are getting denser, the wind is getting wilder, the trees are shaking, every branch and every leaf is ringing, the whole forest seems to come alive, screaming in a language that people cannot understand.

The blood kept being washed down, and Mo Wuxin lifted up little by little, but after traveling like this for more than half an hour, the beast never caught up.

Mo Wu finally felt a little relaxed. Maybe the animal's perception is not as unpredictable as he imagined. Maybe the old and suspicious formations on the way to escape played some role after all. Maybe the heavy rain and stream water played a greater role than expected, maybe The beast no longer had a strong desire to prey after being full... Anyway, he should have gotten rid of it temporarily.

Although his spirit was slightly relaxed, his pace did not slow down. Mo Wu still tried to climb through the forest and rocks as fast as possible. After about half an hour, Mo Wu finally saw the rope bridge.

Usually hunting, coming to this cable bridge is considered extremely deep into the mountain, but this time my group went so far beyond it.

Although there is a considerable distance from the village after crossing the bridge, at least after destroying the bridge, he no longer has to worry about being chased by that beast all the time.

I can take a long rest, pick some wild fruits, catch a small animal to satisfy my hunger, and then find a way to return to the village slowly.

The flames of vengeance are burning up again. When I return to the village, I must... must...

Mo Wu stepped on the cable bridge, but suddenly stood there.

An inexplicable uneasiness came to my heart, which came from the intuition of an old hunter who had been hunting in the mountains for decades.

The last time he felt like this was when he carried back a large branch of sweet wild fruit after hunting. When the children in the village rushed up to him with joy, his heart suddenly dropped and he yelled to stop them. , and then sure enough, I found a colorful venomous snake attached to the leaf.

At this moment, a terrible conjecture reverberated in Mo Wu's mind. He stood there like a statue until his body trembled slightly.

He turned his head sharply, but behind him was only the deep woods rustling in the rain.

Mo Wu took a deep breath, retracted the foot that had already stepped on the cable bridge, turned around, and returned to the depths of the dense forest step by step slowly and resolutely.

He carefully checked the traces of his journey, his sleepy brain became sensitive again under the strong stimulation, and his eyes searched every place on the ground like a hawk.

normal, normal, normal...

Nothing was found, but Mo continued to dig deeper with a blank face.

It's almost... it's almost... It's as if he has entered a certain state, and he is as confident in his own judgment as if he were in a daze.

Suddenly, his eyes glanced at a depression, and he walked over quickly, standing beside the depression, his body trembling.

A large, light, fresh plum paw print.

It has been right behind him.

Perhaps from the moment the mountaintop sees it, it also sees itself.Along the way, when I bandaged myself, stopped the bleeding, cursed, climbed across the stream, and knelt down and choked, there was a pair of golden cruel, quiet and magnificent vertical pupils behind my back.

It is to follow itself and find the village all the way!
A bone-piercing chill rose uncontrollably, and Mo Wu's heart surged with joy at the same time—animal!You finally can't play with us like cat and mouse!I beat you once!
He laughed loudly, shook off his crutches, turned around and ran with all his strength, so fast, like flying, as if he had squeezed out the last energy of his life.

When he came to the edge of the bridge, he drew out his dagger, roared and cut the rope, the rope bridge crashed down, and the sound of planks falling was mixed with the heavy rain.

Then Mo Wu fell to the ground, took one last deep look at the opposite bank, clenched his dagger tightly, and turned his head with a ferocious smile: "Donkey fuck! Come on!"

The edge of the dense forest in front of him faintly reveals a blurry shadow, in which a pair of cruel and translucent golden eyes are inlaid.It seemed that it had no intention of stopping Mo Wu's actions from the beginning to the end, and just watched all this indifferently. At this time, it seemed to respond to Mo Wu's call. It licked its paws leisurely, and then walked out slowly. It was the first time that it was so clear. Show off your figure.

Mo Wu's expression froze.

He felt like what he was doing was a joke.

There seemed to be a roar, but the rain fell on the mountains like smoke, and the noisy sounds of all things mixed together into a vast silence that eliminated all details.

……

……

Today, in the forest house that is also battered by wind and rain.

After Pei Ye finished all this, the string in his mind loosened, and finally he could no longer support his body that had been squeezed to the extreme, so he fell to the ground and closed his eyes.

As soon as the eyes stop receiving information, feelings from all over the body flood the brain.

Apart from the constant scorching heat, there was not much discomfort in his stomach.Although the gourd looked tangible, it seemed to be pure energy. Not only did it not cause damage, but it seemed to be repairing and healing the body.

The old wounds of the past two years, the traces of the parasitic Xiaojiao's heart, and even the blood hole in the abdomen have been repaired. In the warm ocean, Pei Ye's consciousness finally fell asleep completely.

I don't know how long it has been in the dark.

Pei Ye felt the wind blowing in his ears. As his consciousness gradually regained consciousness, the sound became louder and louder until it turned into a roar.

Pei Ye opened his eyes, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him, which was cloud.

"You did very well."

Pei Ye lowered her head when she heard the words, the Chi was still carrying her on her back, and when she looked back, she saw that the bloody mouth was a little farther away.

"Thank you, [Quail Head] helped me a lot, how can I return it to you?"

"Self-motivated."

Pei Ye said nothing.

"You don't have to think of a way to get rid of it, because you don't have the ability to carry it, and it will disappear naturally when the twelve hours arrive."

Hei Chi paused and then added: "However, you can borrow it from me at any time."

Pei Ye tensed up, and said cautiously: "The demand may not be too much."

"..." Although it couldn't see its face, Pei Ye felt that its expression might not be very good.

"Do you think that I live by collecting rent?" Hei Chi said flatly, "I try to find ways to lend my ability every day, and then charge a price that you will regret for the rest of your life?"

Pei Ye remained silent.

"You are very wary of me." Hei Chi pointed out.

(End of this chapter)