Huangli Ji

In the dimness, a rickety figure stumbled towards the village at the foot of the mountain, and it was a man who seemed to be badly injured, and every step he took was extremely difficult. In front of it lay a large river, wide and dry, with only the small amount of water left at the bottom of the river, making a gentle noise. Perhaps subconsciously sensing the danger, the man stopped and listened cautiously to the front, surrounded only by the whirring of the wind. The man rubbed his eyes again, and looked around reflexively, his vision could only be seen at a distance of one meter, and a meter away was a blur. After a short period of thought, he finally reached out his hands and groped forward, and because of leaning forward, his feet slipped and lost his center of gravity, and the whole person fell down the riverbed, lying there motionless.

Time passed slowly, it was already dark, and the person lying under the valley moved slightly, struggling to get up, but several attempts failed, lying on the ground and never moving again, I don't know if he gave up or died.

The night receded, the morning sun dispelled the darkness, and the world returned to clarity. This area presents its original appearance, surrounded by three mountains, clouds and mist, and intersects continuously, forming a natural basin in the center, like a paradise. The valley crosses the basin, and the man who had slept in the valley last night has been lost, whether he has been taken by wild beasts or has left.

The clear water at the bottom of the valley flows slowly, and the flowers, birds, fish and insects that have been silent all night awaken one after another, bringing color and vitality to the silent world.

Suddenly, a figure burst out of the stream, and the crystal splash of water splashed out, refracting a dazzling luster. He lay on his stomach on the dry riverbed, gasping for breath, and his figure could be identified as the man from yesterday, which made people wonder why he was in the stream and how long he had been in the water

After a cup of tea, the man stood up straight, facing the morning sun facing the east, standing quietly, revealing his face in the sunlight.

It was a man of about 30 years of age, tall and strong, with clothes that looked like a special armor robe, damaged and cracked in several places, and the crown of hair on his head had been missing, and his hair was scattered behind him. His face was not handsome but had a different taste, pale and bloodless, but there were several noticeable bruises and scratches on his face.

The man stood silently for several hours, and no one knew what he was thinking, until the sun was in the middle of the day, when he slowly opened his eyes, and turned expressionlessly in the direction of the village not far away.

The man walked along the winding path, lined with flowers and butterflies and bees, and the scenery was pleasant. There was no expression on his face, it was always cold. Presumably, his eyesight has not yet recovered, and he is not moving fast, and he is careful with every step. As he approached the village, he suddenly stopped and stood still.

He seemed to sense something unusual not far away, and after thinking for a moment, he ran into the grass beside the road, and looked at the entrance of the village vigilantly. It's just that his eyesight is limited and he can't see too far, and then he takes a deep breath and slowly exhales. As his chest rose and fell, his brows twisted together unnaturally. The morning air was fresh and sweet, but he smelled a faint smell of blood in the air.

The man didn't make the next move, just waited quietly, and waited for a few more hours. It wasn't until the sun went down and night fell that he emerged from the grass and walked cautiously towards the village.

In the dark, the village was very silent, without any lights. The man did not go deep into the village, but into a farmhouse at the entrance of the village. The man's movements were very light, and he was afraid of alarming the owner of the house, so he gently went into the kitchen and found some food, and it seemed that he was really hungry, and he devoured it for a while.

At this moment, a baby's cry pierced the night sky, piercing people's hearts in the empty night. The man was startled and ran out of the house and climbed up the hill, hiding behind a huge rock, he quietly peeked his head out and looked down, the baby's cry continued, and the hoarse cry of exhaustion did not attract the people of the village. At this time, there was a wolf howl from the mountain, undulating with each other, and the wolf howl seemed to convey some kind of message. The man looked at the dark mountains and forests around him, a trace of imperceptible surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said to himself coldly: "Human." It was the first time he had spoken, his voice slightly hoarse, but very magnetic, and after he had finished speaking, he fell into a brief thought, and after a moment, the man chose to leave.

At this time, the baby's cry became more and more urgent, and the howl of the wolf in the mountains was also rapid and undulating from far to near, and more than a dozen wild wolves rushed quickly to the small village, and the leading wild wolf was more than four meters long, and the size was terrifying.

The man seemed to think of something as soon as he walked a short distance, turned back decisively, and rushed into the farmhouse. The room was dark, and the man listened to the sound and quickly locked on to his target. However, no baby was found in his locked location. In desperation, he hurriedly looked for the fire fold and lit the oil lamp. In an instant, the entire room was illuminated. The furnishings of the room were simple, and like most farmhouses, the man probably looked around the room, but still found no baby.

He frowned slightly, the baby's cry still did not stop, his eyes looked around again, and finally strode to the bed to open a hidden compartment. At this time, a baby was lying inside, his chubby face was flushed, and the moment he saw the man, the baby also stopped crying, looked at the man quietly, and showed a cute smile. The man was stunned at first, and his cold face seemed to be about to melt. At that moment, a wild wolf broke through the window and rushed into the room, and the man picked up the baby and ran out with a heavy face.

The wild wolf did not allow the man to escape, and flew from behind, feeling the whirring wind behind him, and a chill came from his neck. The man looked sideways, snorted coldly, and quickly dodged. Without waiting for the wolf to land, he raised his foot and kicked it hard, and the wolf was suspended in the air and couldn't avoid being kicked by this kick, and his body fell heavily to the corner of the wall, making a cry of "whoop".

Ignoring the wolf that was being kicked away, the man opened the door and ran out of the house. At this time, more than a dozen wild wolves gathered outside the house, and their eyes shone with a green light surrounding the exit. The man was slightly stunned, then turned back into the house and pressed the door against it. A long wolf howl rang out, and the wolves attacked. The wild wolf in the house, which was kicked by the man, shook his head and pounced again, and the man didn't have time to dodge the hard blow to his back, and he stumbled and almost fell down. The wolf's sharp claws did not leave any traces on the robe, which shows that this robe is very strong.

The wolf's pounce did not hurt the man, his face was cold, his eyes showed a fierce coldness, and a cloud of anger rose in his heart. He put the child in his arms on the kang, picked up the sickle on the side and slashed at the rushing wolf. I saw that the man's speed was faster than that of the wolf, and the knife in his hand directly split the wolf's head in half, and immediately blood spilled in the air, and the brain splattered.

The wolves outside the house seemed to be aware of the changes in the house, became restless, and frantically slammed on the door, the leading wolf let out a few loud roars, and the wolves immediately scattered and surrounded the whole house.

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strong commotion still did not elicit a reaction from the villagers, and the man suddenly realized that something was wrong with the thought of the bloody aura that had drifted away earlier. Maybe there are no more living people here, and if you continue to spend it like this, there is only a dead end. The battle had almost emptied his body and left him exhausted. The man frowned slightly, slowly closed his eyes, and wanted to gather strength, but his body seemed to be hollowed out, without any energy fluctuations. In the end, he shook his head helplessly, looked at the baby on the kang, couldn't help but smile bitterly, picked up the sickle on the ground, and looked at the roof vigilantly.

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slight swishing sound came from time to time, the straw on the roof was frantically pulled out, and the man picked up the baby and hurriedly dodged to the side. At that moment, a hole suddenly collapsed in the roof, and a wild wolf fell into the house. The man didn't have time to think about it, he raised his scythe and rushed over, trying to slash the wolf before it could fall to the ground. It's just that before the man could rush out, the thatch on his head fell and a wild wolf fell in, and grabbed at the top of the man's head, and the man avoided the wolf's attack and swung the sickle with his backhand. The wolf's body was very flexible, and the moment its forelimbs landed, it scurried backwards, dodging the scythe. The continuous movements made the man's weak body almost collapse, and he held the baby around the wall with one hand, panting, and a fine bead of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Looking at the two wild wolves slowly approaching, the man felt miserable, and he was afraid that he would not be able to pass this level. He looked at the baby in his arms, his mood was extremely complicated, for the sake of a human being, am I going to die here today?

At this moment, the sound of a gong was mixed with shouts and shouts from far and near, and the man wanted to open the door and rush out of the house. The two wolves didn't seem to give him a chance, and flew away with a low roar. The man swung his scythe deep into the armpit of one wolf, and the other wolf seized the opportunity to bite the man's arm with his mouth open, and a piercing pain came. Cold sweat broke out on the man's forehead, and the sickle fell to the ground with a "clang", because the other hand was still holding the baby, he could only raise his foot and kick the wolf's abdomen, and the wolf screamed in pain. The man seized the opportunity to rush out of the house, and at that moment several loud wolf howls rang out, and the remaining wild wolves scattered and fled into the night sky.