At the intersection of a forest of mixed hardwoods and conifers and a small rocky hillside, there are sparse trees and a mixture of trees, shrubs and grass. A black bear limped out from the side of the forest, walked to a pine tree and squatted down, leaning against it. Dashu lowered his head and licked his left shoulder.
The black bear licked and stroked it for a few times, its ears stood up, and it sniffed the air with its nose. Its originally docile expression became extremely angry, and it turned around and crouched and hid behind the tree, its eyes looking through the weeds. Looking towards the small rocky hillside.
After about two minutes, a man wearing long-sleeved camouflage clothes ran out from the side of the rocky hill. He had dark brown hair and a pair of blue eyes. His appearance was comparable to that of a supermodel.
The young man with brown hair and blue eyes ran quickly and nimbly, sometimes leaping forward, and the green camouflage backpack on his back swayed as his owner ran.
Not long after he appeared, a young man also ran out from the other side of the rocky slope. He was also wearing a green camouflage jacket and carrying a backpack. He had black hair, an angular face, fair skin, sunken eyes, double eyelids, and eye color. The sky is as clear as a sunny day, and he is at least 1.8 meters tall. He is a handsome and muscular man.
Two young men with blue eyes were running between bushes and grass. Judging from the running speed and movements, the black-haired young man was obviously not as nimble as the brown-haired young man.
The brown-haired young man ran down the hillside first, got into the woods, and stopped under a tree. The place where he stayed was about ten meters away from the lurking black bear. The young man was probably tired and leaned against the tree to catch his breath.
Before he could catch his breath, the young man who appeared behind him also ran down the hillside into the woods, and ran towards the young man with brown hair and blue eyes.
"Milo, are you okay?" The young man with brown hair and blue eyes saw the young man with black hair running towards him and expressed concern for his condition in pure Italian.
Milo's face was covered with sweat, and his blue eyes as beautiful as the sky were full of exhaustion. He pushed aside a clump of wormwood with his hands and ran towards the brown-haired young man, his breathing messy and rapid.
"I'm fine, Moridi, how are you?" Milo rushed over in a few steps, bending down slightly to breathe heavily.
"It's not very good. We've run out of bullets." Moretti spread his hands.
"It doesn't matter, the mission is accomplished." Milo touched his arms and took out a tightly wrapped black object and handed it to him: "It is likely that someone will find out that the object falls into our hands. You take it with you first. We'll go separately and meet at the predetermined location."
Moridi's blue eyes flashed, he took a step forward, took the wrapped things in his hands and stuffed them into his arms: "Okay, let's go separate ways, you go first."
When he hid the things, he grabbed Milo's arm with one arm, and quickly raised the other arm. The knife hidden in his wrist popped open, and when he moved forward, the knife stabbed deeply into Milo's abdomen.
"Okay..." Milo turned around and wanted to leave, but suddenly there was a sharp pain in his stomach. He subconsciously grabbed a hand stretched out in front of him, lowered his head, and the special saber in Moridi's hand stabbed into his chest. Body.
He held the hand and raised his head without daring to send a letter: "Why?"
Why do this?
Milo couldn't believe this was true no matter what. He and Moridi had been friends and best brothers since childhood. They had been through life and death for many years and had supported each other for many years. Why would Moriti do this?
Moriti bared his teeth and showed a gentle and elegant smile: "Whoever can succeed this time will hopefully become a candidate for successor."
Heir?
Miro's chest hurt to the point of suffocation. The pain was a hundred times more painful than being stabbed by a knife. He had never wanted that position. If Moridi wanted it, he would help him. Why, just because of that position, Mo
Reedy would stab him.
"...I never wanted to be the successor..." Milo looked at his brother painfully, without even the desire to fight back. Even Moridi couldn't trust him. What else can be trusted in this world? If, even they
Friendship has also lost to interests and rights. What is there in this world worth cherishing?
"Jane wants it, I love her." Speaking of "Jane", Moridi's eyes showed tenderness, and the hand holding the knife pulled down hard. He had been with Milo for many years, and he knew when Milo was strong, Milo
After several days of fighting with others, and another life-and-death struggle in the morning, he was already exhausted and no longer a threat.
When he pulled the knife down hard, he hit Milo on the head with a heavy punch.
Years of hellish life made Milo's body reactions faster than his consciousness. He tilted his head subconsciously, and his fist passed by his ear, but still hit him. He was knocked unconscious and fell to one side.
Moridi's knife was pulled out from his stomach, bringing up a pool of blood and grazing one of his palms. Milo's palm was scratched and pulled out with a deep wound.
Moriti staggered because Milo fell to one side. He stood up straight and found that Milo fell to the ground and was unconscious. He smiled with relief. Without Milo, he was the most qualified to be the successor.
The person who is the one who
He was about to strike again with his sword, but as soon as he raised the sword, he suddenly heard the howling of the wind, turned his head quickly, and saw a black mass jumping out from behind a tree, roaring and rushing towards him.
"Damn it!" Moridi cursed, no longer caring about the last hit, and rushed toward the end of the woods. He remembered the black bear. He had a narrow encounter with it yesterday, and the black bear had a fierce conflict with him to protect its cubs.
He shot it twice, one shot killed the cub, but the shot that hit the mother bear missed, only hurting its shoulder, and the cub was killed. The mother bear cared about the cub and did not pursue it anymore, but she didn't expect that she would kill the cub.
Here we met another female bear.
Black bears have rough skin and rough flesh, and are generally invulnerable. When angry, even lions and tigers will retreat. Moridi didn't want to face an angry female bear, so his first reaction was to run away immediately. After running out of bullets and getting something, it was really unnecessary.
Fight the black bear again.
Black bears hold grudges. When a female bear encounters the enemy who kills her cubs again, she will give up and run away, howling and chasing after the young man with green and brown hair.
Bears are large animals that are good at climbing trees and move very clumsily. However, their running speed is not low, reaching more than 50 kilometers per hour. If they run at full strength, they can easily catch up with their prey.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The mother bear, who lost her cub, roared angrily and ran at full speed regardless of being injured. The speed was very terrifying, and the collision caused the grass and trees to fall to both sides.
go.
Moriti didn't look back and ran wildly in the woods, turning here and there, using trees and weeds as cover to increase the difficulty for the black bear and thus increase the distance.
One person and one animal were chasing each other like hide and seek in the woods, getting further and further away. After a long time, you could still hear the roar of the black bear. Milo, who fell to the ground, probably because he was desperate, showed no signs of waking up.
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The late afternoon sun has a hint of light gold, and its brilliance shines on the mountains that have been washed by continuous rain. It casts a layer of golden light on the majestic mountains and green vegetation, making the cloud-shrouded Shennong Mountain even more mysterious and sacred.
After a while, the little girl carrying a canvas bag squatted in the green leaves and green grass, dug out a plant, put it in front of her eyes to admire, with a smile of satisfaction and joy on her face, and threw it away, and the newly dug herb disappeared in the blink of an eye.
When it was gone, she used a hoe to fill the soil back into the pit and stamped it flat.
He stood up and stretched, waving a small hoe with one hand to pull out the weeds, and walked forward unsteadily. After walking a few steps, he wrinkled his nose again, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger...
Le Yun sighed, her mood was not very good. Tell me, didn't she just run into the mountains to find some medicinal herbs? How could she smell the smell of blood wherever she went?
It feels like Shennong Mountain is very unstable.
Really, she is not just talking nonsense. She has evidence. She picked up a seriously injured eunuch a few days ago. After setting off this morning, she climbed a mountain and smelled blood twice. One of them was a scene where animals were hunted.
There are traces of human activities; in the other place there is only a pool of blood.
According to the theoretical knowledge obtained from books, and through multiple observations, it was shown that a certain pool of blood was not that of lower animals, but the blood of intelligent creatures called humans.
Someone is hunting animals for food, and the presence of blood means that someone is seriously injured, which all means that the forest is very dangerous. Le Yun always feels as if she has overlooked something, but that feeling always passes by in a flash, too fast to catch.
Even though Shennong Mountain was not very safe, Classmate Le did not flinch. She continued to trek through the mountains and rivers, running towards the goal with determination. Anyway, she had a plug-in, so she was not afraid. If she encountered danger, she would run back to space. Even if the landslide and the ground cracked, she would not be hurt.
Root hair.
Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, but Mr. Le became more courageous because of the plug-in. Even though he knew that there were tigers in the mountains, he still preferred to go to the tiger mountains.
Regarding the third smell of blood, Le Yun did not take a detour to avoid it, nor did she rush to check it out excitedly. The first time she smelled blood, she picked up a seriously injured eunuch, the second time she saw animal bones, and the third time she smelled blood.
What I found three times was a pool of blood. There were no surprises three times in a row, and I didn’t have much expectations for the fourth time.
Because she didn't want to avoid it, she moved forward, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, proving that the bleeding creature was probably somewhere in the direction she was going. This could only be said to be a coincidence.
Le Yun originally didn't want to pay too much attention to the smell of blood, but Feng didn't cooperate and always put it right under her nose, making it difficult for her to ignore it. She also dug up a few herbs, and the smell was really fishy, so she just didn't want to ignore it.
Find medicine, find the source of taste.
After walking in the woods for a while, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and at the same time, other smells became more obvious. According to the speculation of the old hunters who are accustomed to the mountains, one of the smells is the smell of large beasts, which proves that the lair of some large beasts is there.
Nearby.
After walking around for a while, Classmate Le discovered that there were traces of animals walking and trampling on them. They were still very fresh, and there were still little blood spots on the grass blades in several places.
The truth is getting closer.
Even if she was hit by the truth one after another, Le Yun had not been hit to the point of being completely bruised. Her heart was a little excited again, and she secretly hoped for a little surprise. In that case, her heart, which had been disappointed three times, would also be able to gain some hope.
comfort.
Walking in the opposite direction along the road and detouring a few meters, Le Yun was silent. Mosquitoes were buzzing not far ahead, which should be the location of the truth. She frowned in disgust. She saw flies, the kind of flies that love scavengers.
Flies are one of the most annoying insects, especially scavengers. They will go wherever there is fishy smell. Their sense of smell is particularly sensitive, and they can sometimes smell rotten smells from miles away.
Classmate Le hates flies, very much. Those bugs love to hang around in the hut and eat the feces of people or domestic animals. The sight of them makes people particularly uncomfortable. Even if she feels uncomfortable seeing flies, the truth is right in front of her, so she still decides
Go and have a look, take out the mask and put it on, grab the hatchet to block the branches and weeds, and avoid a clump of thorns to find out.
When I got closer, I saw an upside-down group of green in the grass, and soon it appeared completely in front of me. There, there was a person lying half on his side in the grass, wearing camouflage green clothes and a camouflage-colored backpack.
The man was motionless, with a swarm of mosquitoes and flies flying around.
Another person fell to the ground...
Seeing the result, Le Yun's heart was filled with tears. Damn her eighteen generations of ancestors, what kind of god had she offended? Why could Mao meet a seriously injured person so casually?
My balls hurt!
Even if there was no egg, Classmate Le felt deeply that the egg hurt. He put away the hatchet, walked a few steps to the person who fell to the ground, took out the caterpillar fungus, broke a branch and waved it a few times, killing the demons.
A swarm of mosquitoes flew away and stepped over the man to look at his face on the other side.
That is a man. You can tell that he is European at a glance. You must know that even Asians have slightly different physical appearance due to different lives and regions. Moreover, Europe and Asia are different from east to west. The physical characteristics of Europeans and Asians
There are also obvious differences.
The man's features were sharp and angular. His face was covered with red and swollen bumps from mosquito bites, turning him into a toad-like face. His lips were pale and bloodless, and the blood that spilled from the corners of his mouth had dried and solidified. He was lying on his side, with a large gaping hole in his clothes on his abdomen.
Some blood could be seen, and there was a smell coming from his abdomen.
The smell was overwhelming. Le Yun praised her foresight in wearing a mask. She waved branches to drive away the flies and mosquitoes that surrounded her, and turned on her eyes to observe.
He still had signs of life, which Wu Zhen doubted. She heard the faint beating of his heart and turned on the X-ray function of her eyes to scan. The man's body was shown in an X-ray scan, with the upper half of his body from the inside to the outside.
He was very healthy, even if he had some slight problems in some places, it was nothing to worry about. He only suffered severe injuries to his abdomen, and he was almost disemboweled!
The sharp weapon that caused his wound must have been very sharp. It only missed his stomach and cut off his large and small intestines. The knife in the large intestine was quite heavy and almost cut the intestines into two pieces.
Squeeze it out and release it into the abdominal cavity.
The internal cavity of the human body is different from the external air pressure field. His stomach was cut open, air entered the body, the internal organs were squeezed, the cavity was filled with blood, and dirt flowed out from the wound and was pocketed in the clothes, and the fishy smell filled his nose.
She had seen people killing pigs, cattle, sheep, horses and dogs, and had seen people cut open cattle, sheep and pigs, but this was the first time for Le Yun to see people being disemboweled. Even though she was brave, she was so frightened that she jumped back a little.
He took a step forward, touched his chest, did he think he was killing a pig, and then disembowelled him? What kind of sworn hatred could warrant such cruelty?
He took two steps back and looked at the dying man. Thinking of his injuries, his scalp went numb and he cursed in a low voice: "I fucked his ancestor!"
