A colorful tiger staggered into a bamboo forest, blood rolling down all the way.

In the sunset, the withered yellow bamboo leaves swirl and fall with the wind. In a rustling sound, the bamboo leaves on the ground were also blown up, revealing a few white bones.

The huge body of the colorful tiger fell to the ground, and its stomach fell together, allowing the withered yellow bamboo leaves to fall on its body, spitting blood foam, and gasping for breath.

In the mottled point of light, a figure rode a giant white wolf as big as a horse and slowly arrived, he jumped off the white wolf's back, and slowly walked into the colorful tiger.

The man was tall, weighing more than eight feet and five inches. With thick eyebrows and big eyes, a good appearance, and a little stubble all over his face, originally, he would have looked like a tough and handsome man. However, his eyes, with their green pupils and fluorescent reflections, were like the eyes of a hungry wolf, which made people feel afraid at first glance and did not dare to look at him.

He wore a red tasseled iron helmet on his head, and his long gray hair poured out of the iron helmet. The body is covered with fish scale heavy armor, covered with scratches, shoulder armor and skirt armor, a pair of cowhide combat boots on his feet, and a broken red cloak fluttering in the wind.

And at his waist, he carried a five-foot-long war knife, the blade of which was palm wide and three feet six inches long. The shape of the handguard is simple and carved. The handle of the knife is straight, and a strand of silk flutters at the end of the handle.

On his back, a longbow was carried. Around his waist, there was another quiver, filled with wolf-tooth arrows.

He half-knelt down, stroked the tiger's fur, and looked at the tiger's wounds.

The wound was on the neck, only about a foot long, but it was more than three fingers wide, and the wound was deep enough to see the bone, and the flesh was rolling. There was a faint flickering firelight on it, and where the fire passed, the skin and flesh were rotting, and the blood was not stopping, and there was a thick yellow liquid flowing out, emitting a foul smell.

The general's hand brushed the wound, and the faint fire was extinguished, but the wound was too deep. This blood has also been shed too much.

What the man dressed as a general did was only slightly reduce the pain of the colorful tiger.

The colorful tiger tried to open his eyes, looked at the general in front of him, his throat squirmed, spit out a large seal, and then closed his eyes.

The breath of death spread on the body of the colorful tiger.

The general's cheeks twitched slightly, and at his waist, the wide war knife shook violently and buzzed.

A terrible wolf howl, rippling in the bamboo forest, birds soaring, screaming in panic, hovering in the sky.

In the distance, a wolf howl echoed. Suddenly, the mountains were filled with wolf howls.

Several hunters walking in the mountains looked around in horror in the face of panic, and then knelt on the ground, kowtowing again and again and begging for worship: "General White Wolf is angry, General White Wolf is angry!"

After a long time, the sun in the distance had already set half of its head. The continuous wolf howl only then stopped.

The hunters looked at each other and continued to take a few more steps.

"Look, there's ...... over there."

"Eh, there's a catch. ”

"Something is wrong, it seems, it's a monkey?"

"The monkey of the fart, it's a person. ”

"Quick, quick, put him down. ”

Several hunters joined forces and lowered the tiger's head.

One of them suddenly pointed to the wound of the tiger's head: "Look, his wound ......"

"What should we do?"

The hunter at the head said: "Tie it up, take it back, and give it to the village chief." But I guess if the wolves come and ask for it, hand him over. ”

......

The ghost cried and choked his urine and went to the thatched house in the vegetable garden.

The big black horse pulled the reins and greeted the ghost cry, the ghost cried slightly, and the big black horse stopped.

Endure the smell, soak the pee, and feel refreshed.

Ghost Cry pushed open the door and walked out, and suddenly a crazy woman appeared, holding on to the fence and pointing at Ghost Cry and scolding: "Kill a thousand knives, get out, get out, get out of here, how far away you are from death." You're not welcome here, get out, what are you doing here, you're deaf......"

Soon, someone rushed out, it was the son of the village chief, he grabbed the crazy woman, and dragged him out.

The crazy woman struggled vigorously, shouting while struggling: "Tiansha Lone Star, that is Tiansha Lone Star, it will kill us, it will kill our ......"

Back at the hall, Oni Cry asks the village chief about it.

The old village chief apologized to the ghost crying, and then said, "She, it's my sister, pitiful." Because my nephew got lost in the mountains and went crazy later, I hope the guests will forgive me......"

The village chief's family killed a chicken, and dug out the daughter Red buried in the ground, and entertained the ghost to cry and pick the rose. During the banquet, a toast was made again and again. The daughter is red and mellow and delicious, and she is very strong, and she drinks it all cup after cup. It didn't take long for most of the jar to be drunk, and the ghost cry's face flushed.

The drunken ghost cried, and was helped back to the room by Cai Wei and the old village chief's daughter-in-law. Then, leave Caiwei to take care of Ghost Cry.

The village chief's daughter-in-law secretly glanced at Cai Wei and Ghost Cry, then grabbed the long knife on the table and walked out the door. The big mouth wrapped around the scabbard twisted, not attracting the attention of the village chief's daughter-in-law.

Cai Wei turned her head violently, and was about to scream, but her mouth was covered by the big hand of the ghost crying. Cai Wei's eyes widened, and the ghost crying that exuded the smell of alcohol was not drunk at all.

Ghost Cry stretched out a finger: "Shh~"

Cai Wei nodded, and then pretended to take care of the ghost crying.

The village chief's daughter-in-law held a long knife and went all the way to the old village chief's house. By this time, it was already dark, and the room was lit with oil lamps. The oil lamp was placed on the table, and the light of a fire the size of a grain of rice made the whole room very dim.

The village chief's daughter-in-law walked in with a long knife in her arms, and respectfully said to the old village chief who was dozing off the edge of the bed: "Dad." ”

The old village chief opened his cloudy eyes and took the long knife in his daughter-in-law's hand. Then he stood up tremblingly, sat down on the stool in front of the table, leaned in front of the oil lamp, and pulled out a section. The blade is snow-white, and under the oil lamp, it emits a cold light. The old village chief sighed "good knife", and then closed it, and the edge suddenly converged.

The door opened again, and the old chief's stocky son entered.

The old village chief turned his head and asked, "How is your aunt?" ”

"Daddy, she's been locked up in the house. ”

"Look, don't let her spoil our business. ”

"Find someone to watch Le, it won't hurt. ”

The old village chief snorted coldly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "This crazy woman, if it weren't for her son's sake, she would have been immersed in the pig cage." I don't know what to do, I saved her life, and let her son become a white wolf general, and she was wronged. ”

As he spoke, the old village chief put the long knife on the table and said to his son, "Inform them to prepare a few more tonight." I have a hunch that guy won't be that easy to catch. ”

"Yes. The village chief's sturdy son answered.

The village chief sighed: "This matter happens once in twenty years, I hope it can be spent peacefully, and not like twenty years ago, there will be a lot of trouble, and a lot of trouble will end up." We have to do this cleanly. If it is done, the next 20 years will be safe and sound. ”

Suddenly, there was another knock on the door, and the old village chief made a look, and the village chief's son quickly turned around and opened the door.

The one who came in was one of the hunters that Oni Cry met at the entrance of the village.

When the village chief saw that it was him, he asked, "What's wrong?"

The hunter said, "Two men came to the entrance of the village, covered in blood, and said that they had been attacked by wolves. Village Chief, what are we going to do?"

The village chief said: "There is still a need to ask, first invite them in, appease them, and then, find a way to catch them, they are nine times out of ten people who are targeted by the white wolf general, and they must not be let go." ”