The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Due to dependence on the environment and resources, the largest wolf pack on the grassland is no more than thirty. The legendary pack of hundreds of wolves does not exist.

And the current team, including the first wolf, probably has no more than fifteen wolves.

They smelled the "opportunity" in the fresh air after the thunderstorm and hail, and planned to take advantage of the dark moon and high winds to rob.

The men on the grassland were skilled in bow and horse. The bow was a horn bow with horns and deer antlers glued to the wooden body, and processed beef tendons were superimposed and pasted on it. Each layer added increases the power.

The fat little father bent his bow and set an arrow, waiting for the wolves to show up.

Others were watching the excitement.

Zhao Chuanxin commented with a click of his tongue: "The center of gravity is unevenly distributed between the two feet, the body is not vertical, the arm holding the bow is bent, and the power of the arm is too relied on when pulling, and the locking point is a bit crooked..."

The fat little boy was upset when he was called his father. Bayar looked at Zhao Chuanxin sideways, and Yokokawa Yoshiro curled his lips...

When Zhao Chuanxin saw everyone looking at him, he bared his teeth and smiled: "Haha, these are all my own problems. Your actions are very standard."

Everyone: "..."

The first wolf appears.

The fat little girl, holding a torch in her hand, hurriedly came to the arrow.

It had just been touched with oil and would ignite when exposed to fire.

The fat little dad shot the arrow.

The first arrow is just for feeling and lighting up the environment in front of you.

The second arrow followed closely.

The first wolf whined and was shot.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw that he didn't even take aim, he thought to himself that this was somewhat similar to how he used a gun. At critical moments, he relied on his feeling.

Nothing thrilling, only one wolf died and the pack retreated.

But Zhao Chuanxin found that there was no joy on the faces of the fat boy's parents.

Bayar Bor'e explained: "Wolves have particularly thick fur and are cunning by nature. When they remember the smell of their cattle and sheep, in winter, when people and cattle and sheep are frozen and dull, they are still active and will come. Stealing livestock. How cold is the winter on the grassland? Sometimes, the cow is so numb from the cold that it does not react even if the wolf gnaws half of its body. By then, maybe it is not people grazing, but wolves grazing, and the entire sheepfold They are all pastures for wolves..."

Zhao Chuanxin's teeth ached after hearing this.

Therefore, the fat little father cursed loudly.

Bayar's translation: "He said that he would go to the wolf den tomorrow and kill all the wolves. If there were two or three wolves left, they would wait until next year for a new pack of six or seven wolves."

Zhao Chuanxin held up his cowboy hat and watched his fat little father take back the wolf's body and skin it.

He returned to the charcoal stove and sat down, lighting the fire and putting his cowboy hat on his face.

Sleeping like this is naturally extremely uncomfortable.

Feel the warmth of the charcoal stove beside you, smell the faint smell of cow and sheep dung in your nose, and hear the slight swaying and rustling of the grass. Fortunately, it is a grassland night in the seventh month of the Western calendar, so it is not that cold.

Zhao Chuanxin also felt tired, but not sleepy. He took the opportunity to expel the surrounding water vapor and released a stream of particles from Lord Runzhi's greeting.

The root of the starry sky was absorbed, and all the discomfort in the limbs and body was immediately dispelled.

In the middle of the night, he vaguely heard a rustling sound.

After moving his cowboy hat, Zhao Chuanxin saw Yokokawa Yoshiro getting up to urinate at night with the corner of his left eye. After pulling up his pants, he didn't rush to sleep, but tiptoed to dig through Bayar's bag.

He put aside the silver coins and hemp money, as well as the walking stick, the sacred crow carved from wood, and the sacred drum wrapped in birch bark. Finally, he took out a small jar, poured a little powder from it and drank it.

A flush appeared on his ghostly pale face, which turned even paler after a moment.

Then he looked at Zhao Chuanxin with a stern look in his eyes.

Under the light of the cow dung fire, Zhao Chuanxin squinted his left eye and suddenly saw the ferocious look on Yokokawa Yoshiro's face.

He picked up the divine crow dagger that had pierced the instep of his foot, limped but kept his voice as low as possible, and walked towards Zhao Chuanxin.

When Yokokawa Yoshiro approached, a sudden gust of evil wind blew up, blowing the cowboy hat a little crookedly, revealing Zhao Chuanxin's wide-eyed left eye.

Yokokawa Yoshiro backed away in shock and hid the knife behind his back, feeling that his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin's eyes were wide and unblinking, and his breathing was even and strong.

Yokokawa Yoshiro breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that this man was sleeping with his eyes open.

He approached again, knife raised.

At this time.

"Crack..."

Yokokawa Yoshiro's face froze, and he hid the knife behind his back again with a guilty conscience, his heart pounding like a drum.

Only to find that the man was grinding his teeth.

The medicine took effect, and Yokokawa Yoshiro's hands began to tremble.

He gritted his teeth and raised the knife for the third time.

The wind was still blowing slightly.

From somewhere, a voice was carried by the wind and reached Yokokawa Yoshiro's ears.

It was a woman's voice, intermittent and very bleak.

She seemed to be saying: "I loved roast lamb when I was alive, and I lived here when I was alive."

Yokokawa Yoshiro's pupils were shaking. He held up the knife and looked around with his mouth wide open. There was grass all around him. The short ones only reached his ankles and the tall ones were taller than people. Every grass trembled by the wind looked sneaky and evil. .

Yokokawa Yoshiro's hands shook even more.

Just listen to the pale woman's voice continue: "I liked eating roast lamb when I was alive, and I lived here before I was alive. However, I don't like eating lamb anymore after giving birth, and I don't want to live here anymore."

Yokokawa Yoshiro: "..."

He was furious and wanted to yell: "Who teased me?"

But Zhao Chuanxin was so close that he didn't dare.

He held the knife tremblingly and slowly stretched it towards Zhao Chuanxin.

At this time, a little girl's voice floated in the wind.

The girl's voice said this: "Abu, I'm so cold. Those wolves have eaten all my bones."

Yokokawa Yoshiro suddenly felt like chaff, and he was even a little unsteady in holding the knife.

Although he couldn't see anything, he automatically pictured in his mind a scene in a deserted meadow where the white bones of a girl were exposed. The mouth of the little skull was still opening and opening, and the sound came from there.

But I heard a rough voice say: "You didn't eat so much meat, but you insisted on chewing the bones, and the wolf took them away. Come back quickly, the stewed mutton is already cooked."

Yokokawa Yoshiro: "..."

This is so exciting, first scared, then angry. No matter how scared, no matter how angry.

The human heart cannot be stimulated, not to mention that Yoshiro Yokokawa had just taken medicine specially designed for shamans.

The sacred crow dagger carved from ox bone could not be held and fell down.

Strangely enough, when he originally stretched out his hand, the knife should have fallen to the ground, but by chance it retracted and inserted into the instep of his other intact foot.

Pfft...

It was stabbed through and nailed to the ground.

Yokokawa Yoshiro's eyes popped out...

He quickly blocked his mouth with both hands to prevent himself from crying out in pain.

He didn't use any force with his hands, but he used some clever force to raise his wrist suddenly, press his lower jaw, and force his open mouth to close.

This sudden force caused his upper and lower teeth to bite his tongue.

"Well……"

"puff……"

At this time, Yokokawa Yoshiro almost bit off the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

His lips were trembling and he looked at his hands in disbelief. Why were they suddenly so strong?

Yes, it must be the effect of the shamanic medicine!

Biting your tongue is not only painful, but is often accompanied by a wave of irritation.

Yokokawa Yoshiro was no exception. He was so angry that he felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest.

He wanted to slap himself twice in annoyance, but he was afraid of making any noise and waking up the sleeping Zhao Chuanxin, so he instinctively wanted to step back.

But he forgot that he still had a short knife stuck on the instep of his foot.

This exertion made his face look grim with pain.

Strange to say, I didn't use much force at first, but with a big movement, I pulled out the short knife embedded in the soil, causing the wound to bleed.

Yokokawa Yoshiro was so angry that he exploded on the spot. This could only be attributed to the shamanic medicine being too strong!

Staggering backward, he squeezed out the knife stuck in his foot when he stepped on the ground.

This pain is extraordinary!

Even Yokokawa Yoshiro admired himself for being able to endure it until now without screaming.

He sat down on the ground, picked up the short knife, held it in his mouth and bit it, dragging his body on the grass with his arms.

Both feet were injured, and only two arms dared to use force. After exhausting all the strength of nine cows and two tigers, he returned to the edge of the cow dung bonfire and lay down against the snoring Bayar's forehead.

He bit the dagger, resisting the pain, almost breaking his teeth, and poured some shamanic medicine into his mouth from the small jar in his bag.

When the second wave of medicine takes effect, the pain lessens.

He clenched his fists and stared at the man "sleeping" on the pony not far away...