What appeared in their sight was a huge wolf, its eyes were as red as blood, its whole body was surrounded by a forest-white skeleton, and its fangs were dripping with saliva.
This is not an ordinary wolf, but a ninth-level demonic beast, the Blood-Eyed Bone Wolf. Even if the Yi people don't know much about the level of the demonic beast, they can imagine how powerful this demonic beast is just by looking at its appearance.
Three hunters and a bone wolf faced each other, their eyes intersecting, and chills rose in their hearts. The fingers holding the handle of the knife turned gray-white due to excessive exertion, and the palms of their hands were already soaked with sweat.
The bone wolf stared at the few people for a long time, then suddenly raised its head to the sky and let out a long, desolate howl, and rushed towards the few people. They roared at the same time and slashed at the bone wolf with their hunting knives.
A gust of fishy wind passed by them, and all the swords struck by several people with all their strength failed.
"Bang bang", the knives of several people fell to the ground at the same time, as if the last bit of strength in their bodies was drained from their bodies.
The bone wolf picked up the deer on the bonfire and ran towards the swamp in the distance, leaving only a shallow gray shadow.
"Are we dead?" The young man got up from the ground and said in shock. Even now, his hands are still trembling slightly.
"Alive, we are still alive, thanks to the protection of God, we are still alive." The older hunter said ecstatically.
"That wolf just now..." Recalling the strange wolf whose whole body was wrapped in white bones, Ah Shan felt lingering fear.
"That... should be a divine beast raised by the gods. Yes, it must be like this, it must be like this. Fortunately, we didn't hurt him, otherwise we would have been punished by the gods, and even our village would have suffered." The older man said.
The hunter had fallen to the ground and knelt down in the direction of the swamp.
Later, several hunters left the place of right and wrong with the joy of surviving the disaster and the guilt and fear of offending the gods.
Shortly after they left, a veiled girl, accompanied by several maids, followed the Bone Wolf's footsteps and walked deeper into the swamp. This girl had gloomy eyes. Who else could she be if she wasn't Qing Lingyan?
Deep in the swamp, rows of wooden houses are dotted under the shade of green trees. They are neat, clean and full of ancient charm. If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, who would dare to believe that in this terrifying place called the Devil's Swamp
, such beautiful scenery could exist.
At the edge of the woods, a forest house stood far away from the other wooden houses, giving it a strange and eerie look.
In the room, a woman wearing a black gown was sitting cross-legged. There were several scars on her face. Some of these scars were already very shallow. They were obviously left many years ago, and some were left recently.
It looked ferocious and terrifying. When she opened her eyes, her eyes were filled with resentment that had been pent up in her heart for who knows how many years.
No wrinkles can be seen on her forehead or the corners of her eyes, but judging from her snowy silver hair, she must be quite old. Even so, through her face and eyebrows, she can still see a bit of the charming charm of her youth.
The woman looked at a portrait on the table, her expression sometimes warm and sweet, sometimes painful and entangled, sometimes full of anger, sometimes full of sadness.
The portrait has turned yellow over time, but you can vaguely see the face of the young man in the portrait, his straight facial features, handsome yet majestic, but a bit of gloominess in his eyes.
The person in this portrait is surprisingly Chu Fengyun when he was young!