Wang Yang walked out of the canyon and met everyone. He held a stone knife in his hand and planned to dig a hole to bury the dead.

"This time you need to dig deeper, so you can't let other animals dig it out."

The driving wielder came behind him and patted his shoulder. Wang Yang lowered his head and muttered, "I know you are back. It's okay, I'm just digging a hole."

The exorcist patted his shoulder again, and then called out "whimper".

"If you find it, let it go..." Wang Yang turned his head and was about to put it aside, but he was attracted by the things held in the arms of the drive away.

What he was holding was not the woman or the bloody stump of a meteor, but a wolf...

For a moment, Wang Yang was in a mess in the wind.

I have heard of werewolf. I played werewolf in movies, but I had to transform at the full moon. No one told him that he would transform even if he died.

Or, the meteor and that woman were reincarnated by the wolf demon, killed by the blade-toothed tiger, and returned to their original form?

He was stunned for a moment, with a mess of thoughts flying in his mind. He quickly shook his head and looked at it seriously. This was indeed a wolf, an adult wolf.

It was dead, its stomach was pierced by a spear, and there were two blood holes in its neck, which were fucked by the blade-toothed tiger.

He turned around and walked around the driving men and looked around.

"Where are people? Where are the corpses? I asked you to find someone, but I didn't ask you to come back from scratching the wolf!"

He was a little dizzy. What was going on? Suddenly, he thought of something. He looked at the wooden spears of the driving men. Their spears were still hanging around his waist and had never been taken down.

But there was a bloody spear on the wolf's belly. Who gave it a fatal blow?

Is it the woman?

Wang Yang felt a little confused and called everyone back to the cave to drive away the people to draw what he saw and heard.

The exorcist was not vague and immediately painted the experience on the ground.

After Wang Yang looked at it, he understood completely.

It turned out that after they entered the territory of the Blade-Toothed Tiger, they found the dead wolf, so they went up to check, and carried it on their backs, preparing to bring it back.

Then they searched the Blade-Toothed Tiger's sphere of influence, but did not see any of the ape's silences, and they were a little confused.

Fortunately, the expellers' observation was relatively detailed and rushed back to the place where they found the wolf's corpse. There, they saw that two of the three blood stains on the ground were stopped there, and the other one was continuing to extend.

Wang Yang pulled the expeller outside and asked him which direction the blood stain extended. The expeller pointed to the left.

There is a mountain on the left, there is a group of wolves on the mountain, and there is a boss among the wolves, who is a bastard.

For a moment, Wang Yang seemed to have grasped the inspiration in his mind and guessed the scene at that time.

He guessed that after he separated from the woman, the wolf pack attacked her, and she accidentally killed a wolf in chaos.

The blade-toothed tiger roared and warned the wolf pack because the wolf pack was acting recklessly on its territory.

When it found that a wolf was dying, it didn't want to let go of that delicious meal, so it took the opportunity to kill it.

This behavior angered the head wolf, and it and the wolf pack attacked the blade-toothed tiger, causing wounds on its legs.

The blade-toothed tiger escaped. After the wolf pack left, it dragged the dead wolf to its territory to enjoy it. As a result, before it could start moving, it saw Wang Yang staring at a pair of dead fish eyes appear.

After thinking everything, Wang Yang's chest was filled with flames. He finally knew who the murderer was and which bastard was.

I wasted so many expressions and emotions like a clown, but after I caught a blade-toothed tiger, how could I not be angry!

He understood why the wolves attacked their tribe, because some time ago, his people captured a little wolf, but the wolves discovered it. They thought they had broken the tacit understanding and wanted to kill them. They felt threatened, so they had to take revenge and kill people.

Wang Yang doesn't think it's wrong for his tribe to kill that little wolf. You break into the territory first. Killing you a little wolf is nothing. It would be nice if you didn't kill you.

"These group of greedy bastards are getting more and more aggressive." Wang Yang gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. If it weren't for the late day, he would have raised all his strength to hunt the wolf pack.

"Eat that damn wolf meat tonight!" Wang Yang turned around and walked towards the wolf. Regardless of whether to destroy the wolf's skin, he picked up the stone knife and slashed it, as if he wanted to spread all his anger on it.

The bonfire was burning "crackling" and shining with warmth in the darkness. Wang Yingying looked at Wang Yang. He was still piled up the meat, even though the meat had been piled up to the point of blood.

To be more precise, he is no longer stacking, but smashing.

The blade of the stone knife in his hand was shattered early because it hit the hard bone. He never stopped, nor changed the knife, and just smashed it like this crazily.

The blade-toothed tiger was watching next to him, looking at the scene of flesh and blood flying, and shrank its neck.

Its hind legs had stopped the blood and the ice was blocked. It wanted to turn its head over and lick the wound, but could only look at it; it wanted to lie on the ground freely and sleep for a while, but could only think about it.

What it thought most was to eat something and then bite Wang Yang and leave.

It was tragic, but it was caught without a chance to eat a few bites of wolf meat. It is still hungry. The scene of flesh and blood flying is not scary, but it is very delicious. The fishy smell of blood smells so fragrant.

What scares it is the person who is tireless and knows how to smash it wildly with a stone.

If it could recall it, it would probably regret it. If it had known that it would have come up with completely different answers on whether to kill lynx first or Wang Yang first.

The night was deep and the forest was extremely quiet. The owl wore its "glasses" and flew past the canyon surrounded by black cooking smoke.

It especially disliked the choking and unpleasant smell and couldn't stand it, but it was attracted by the group of "chirp" mice, thinking about how to find an opportunity to catch a few.

It flew past the periphery of the forest, came to the depths of the forest, and landed on the branches of the blade-toothed tiger territory.

It looked down and looked left and right, but did not find the huge stupid guy. That guy was indeed quite stupid, so slow, and he couldn't fly, and was always disturbed by his long tiger teeth when eating.

A snow rabbit appeared on the side of the road. The owl looked at it and always felt that he had seen this jumping animal himself, but he seemed to have never seen it. Why is it so white?

The snow rabbit came here from a distance and settled down here a little. It was full tonight. It was very glad that the beast was not here. I don’t know if it went somewhere else, so it would be better not to come back forever.

It was almost at its own nest, but it did not go back directly, but jumped around the nest, chaotic footprints, leaving some birds unaware of where their nest was.

But suddenly, a mysterious aura came from the edge of the forest. It smelled an unusual smell, some dangerous and some storm.

It accelerated its pace and ran the footprints of the word "cross" next to the nest. When the group of auras were about to approach here, it got back to its nest.

"I'm at ease now." If it had language, it would have said this.

A figure slowly walked out around its nest. The moonlight appeared from time to time from time to time, lifted its eyes that reflected the faint light, lifted its loose fur covered with gray, white and blue, and lifted its tail behind it.

Finally, I flirted with more than a dozen wolves behind it.

The head wolf looked at the dark forest, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the trees, passed through the canyon, and saw the group of people directly.

It looked at it for a long time, and suddenly, he lowered his head, looked at the snow rabbit's nest, and roared softly.

Just a low roar, the wolves quickly arrived there as if they had received some order, digging the soil frantically.

After a while, the snow rabbit inside was picked up.

I'm afraid it's impossible to even die. Why did the set I used before fail here? Do they not see it with your eyes?

Wolves need to see with their eyes, but they do not rely on their eyes. They prefer to use their noses to track their prey.

The head wolf turned around and licked the scar on his hind legs. There was a very obvious hairless scar. It was scratched by a meteor and had less hair, so he always felt that it was cold there.

It felt a little warmer, and it turned its head and "Wow~" to the moonless night whistle.

Suddenly, its eyes were extremely fierce, and it ran forward and ran quickly.

They walked through the forest like the wind, and the trees on both sides retreated. Not long after, a flash of fire appeared in their eyes.

At the same time, the breath of the blade-toothed tiger and the group of small animals rushed into their noses, stimulating their sense of smell.

They slowed down and got closer.

They are not the best lurking approachers, but the noise in the canyon gave them a good cover, and before they knew it, they reached the entrance of the canyon.

The head wolf looked at the wooden board blocking the door, took a few steps back, accelerated, jumped more than one meter high, and was about to jump over the wooden board. Although he looked a little embarrassed and his hind legs were touched, it successfully came in.

It saw the strange firelight in the cave, the strange crowd, the chirping of rats, and the blade-toothed tiger standing in the middle with its back facing them.

Immediately afterwards, one wolf after another jumped in and stood behind the leader wolf.

It is very dark here, and the fire in the cave cannot expose their figures. If someone pays special attention to it, he may find a dozen faint lights that flashed away.

The blade-toothed tiger is carrying its back and cannot see them, but it smells it. It has smelled so many times that it has memorized so deeply, so why should it be thought about it?

It was struggling, feeling the danger, and did not want to expose its back to them, but it could not move.

"Roar!" It warned the wolves to intimidate them.

Not only did it discover it, but more than a dozen wolves were dispatched together, and the group of mice also discovered it.

"Jiji! Jiji!" The mice were already uneasy about the strange aura of the blade-toothed tiger, but were stimulated again and immediately screamed with high decibels, extremely harsh.
Chapter completed!