Chapter 1026 The Girl on the Wolf's Back (to make up for the two-in-one debt I owed some time ago)
Chen Xiaolan endured the severe pain in her body, tore off a piece of cloth, and randomly wrapped it around the wound on her neck.
Fortunately, in this cold and harsh air, the bleeding has stopped long ago, the smell of blood has not spread too far, and it will not attract too many wild wolves.
It’s just that... listening to the direction of those wild wolves running and grinding their claws, they seemed to be heading in the direction of Meng Zifei on the mountain.
Yes, he shed so much blood, and the fresh minced meat on the ground, these wild wolves have the most sensitive sense of smell, not to mention that it is the flesh and blood of a cultivator.
The wolves that have remained in the mountains outside Shifang City all year round have already been infected with some spirituality.
Naturally able to distinguish between good and bad human blood.
With Mencius as bait, the journey down the mountain must be smooth.
After thinking about this, Chen Xiaolan couldn’t feel relaxed at all.
She was not a cold-blooded person to begin with. With the five years of teachings, she had already regarded Mr. Meng as her teacher's relative.
Now, she had to step on his blood and bones to survive...
She looked at the torn and shattered fire talisman on the ground, the embers emitting spiritual light.
Chen Xiaolan's heart was full of melancholy, and she was actually melancholy and uneasy.
The two fingers stirred each other unconsciously, and she couldn't help but think wildly.
Mencius may not die if he survives tonight.
But Chen Xiaolan didn't know what was going on with him. If those wild wolves came up the mountain and ate him up...
Will he survive and recover as before?
It must be impossible.
But he wanted to kill her, so how could he go back and save him?
He is such a terrible devil.
But what if... is there any misunderstanding?
In case Meng Zifei was just affected by the curse, he lost his mind in pain and went crazy and hurt others.
In other words, there are some difficulties.
If she left him like this, would she make a big mistake and become a sinner for the ages?
Chen Xiaolan is caught in a dilemma.
She is just an ordinary woman who is afraid of death, pain, and those horrible things.
But she has a conscience, and she cannot be like those cold-blooded animals and abandon the relatives she once trusted so much.
Chen Xiaolan thought blankly, what choice would Si Chen make if he were here?
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Meng Zifei looked at the back of Chen Xiaolan who ran away in fear, his eyes were gloomy, but there was no anger or resentment in his eyes.
I just never thought that the snowflakes falling from the sky would become so heavy and cold when they accumulate on people's bodies.
He turned his neck bones stiffly, ignoring the pain of his eyes being burned by the starlight. Blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, looking at the starry sky and moonlight with desolate eyes.
He chuckled softly to himself.
I thought that if I had better luck tonight, I would be able to suffer less pain through the power of the clouds.
Unexpectedly, Chen Xiaolan was so angered by Chen Xiaolan's words that he lost his mind.
At the critical moment when the curse broke out, he exposed his body to the light of the starry sky.
It really hurts.
The child just now must have been frightened.
Because my body is out of shape, I am far less able to analyze the situation calmly than before.
Chen Xiaolan's child has no spiritual roots and ordinary qualifications. She is just an ordinary daughter of a mountain man.
How can we figure out the secrets of his past?
She has been with him for five years, and this curse happens to him once a month.
Although he conceals it very well every time, there are always times when he makes an oversight like tonight.
Chen Xiaolan has a delicate mind, and Mo Yue noticed that he always disappeared for seven days every month, and occasionally noticed that his face was pale and unwell, so she concluded that he had an old illness.
I'm just too sensible, I'm afraid that he has hidden secrets, and I also care that his face won't be exposed.
Today, stars were everywhere in this wild mountain, and he could not move her away. His complexion and condition could be described as extremely pale.
She was also worried and hoped that he could seek medical treatment as soon as possible, so she couldn't help but finally revealed it, right?
It was because he had lost his mind and lost control of himself. In the confusion, he couldn't suppress his reason and attacked her directly.
On the contrary, at the most critical period, he exposed himself to the moonlight and stars.
Now it's better, the secret of the curse has been completely exposed.
Tomorrow the starlight fades, the curse dissipates, and after the body recovers, Chen Xiaolan, who broke his secret, can no longer kill him.
It was snowing and freezing, but the pain of tearing his body gave him a strong burning sensation.
It was as if every inch of his body was covered with scorching heat waves, burning him into confusion.
But even so, Meng Zifei couldn't help but sigh softly.
Although it was true that he wanted to become Mohe, he was full of hypocrisy and deception towards the one he loved.
But only the matter of accepting Chen Xiaolan as a disciple did not involve any calculation and use.
This child looks too much like Shang Ying back then, but she does not have Shang Ying's outstanding talent for cultivation and is destined to be born ordinary.
This is very similar to him who is devoted to the Tao but has no way to get what he wants.
When he accepted her as his disciple, it was also out of guilt for Shang Ying that he put this repayment and regret on Chen Xiaolan.
For Chen Xiaolan, he taught her writing, reading, drawing talismans, and martial arts every day, which was a kindness.
But for Meng Zifei, it is a kind of self-deception and redemption.
Although he knew that this redemption was fleeting and fleeting.
A mortal's lifespan can only last more than a hundred years, and she does not have spiritual roots.
He just practiced leisurely while looking for her spiritual roots or a way to extend her life.
If she could always be by his side, it would be better than facing the long dark night alone.
But if the way of heaven is really hard to change, Mencius should just let nature take its course, which is just another small regret.
After all, this long remaining life cannot be too boring.
Although Meng Zifei has deviated from the devil's path, he has long gone against the light of the right path in the world. He thinks that he can do anything.
It’s just that for Chen Xiaolan, I can’t have much hateful thoughts.
If it hadn't been for the incident in the slave camp three years ago, he might have used her as an abandoned child when sacrifice was necessary.
Now that he has gradually become stronger, he has been with Chen Xiaolan for several years, and it can be said that he has watched her grow up little by little.
Compared to a relative, he was more like a simple and gentle work of art in his hands, and he had completely given up the idea of abandoning his son.
But when this happened today, Meng Zifei really felt very regretful and distressed.
The cold wind howled, and the continuous howls of wolves interrupted his thoughts.
Meng Zifei's eyes rolled coldly under his blood-smeared eye sockets, looking at the miserable green wolf eyes rising like lanterns in the darkness.
Damn it, I actually forgot that I was in a snowy mountain where wild wolves were infested.
In the past, when this kind of day came every month, he would find a safe and secluded place and just endure it.
Today he was in a hurry to go to Shifang City, but due to his identity, he had to walk into the city with Chen Xiaolan.
The original plan was also thorough, but along the way he divined fortune, the jungle was dense, and the sky was full of dark clouds.
As long as you can ensure that you are not directly illuminated by the moonlight and stars, and do not use your spiritual power randomly, you can force yourself into the city and find a safe refuge.
Chen Xiaolan has a sweet temperament. If he settles her alone, she will never disturb him without permission or cause trouble.
But she was in a bad mood tonight. She didn't mean to say that, she was just worried.
But it made him confused, actually exposing himself to such a dangerous situation.
His spiritual root does not belong to him, but was obtained through deception. No matter how glorious he looks, his luck and karma are already filthy.
He sought the path of seeking immortality and cultivating Taoism, and finally got what he wanted. But how can the worldly principles make you always get everything you want?
After all, not everyone is Shen Jibai. How can this mortal body carry other people's spiritual roots without any rejection.
He deserves to suffer this curse.
It’s just...
Wild wolves gathered from all directions. In the endless snow-capped mountains and dense forests, the shadows of wild wolves were densely packed and their numbers were extremely large.
They roared vigilantly, salivating, and their green eyes widened.
It seemed that he was trying to find out whether Meng Zifei was aggressive.
Looking at the astonishing number of wild wolves, Meng Zifei couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
This backlash curse is indeed terrifying, but as long as it survives, the rotten flesh will crawl and repair itself, returning to the bones, but if it is shared with these wild wolves...
Meng Zifei couldn't imagine such an ending.
He never thought that one day he would be killed by a wolf.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh at himself.
He is a cultivator, and his flesh and blood contains spiritual power, which is probably enough to attract all the wolves in the mountain.
Chen Xiaolan was probably able to leave safely even without his protection on her way down the mountain.
A moment ago, he was thinking about how to kill her, but now, he was the one who was in desperate situation.
Meng Zifei was never one to sit back and wait for death. His eyes without flesh and blood looked ferocious.
When he lifted his fingers, the flesh and blood between them withered like snow, exposing the bones of his hand.
The transparent silk threads danced wildly, cutting the two wild wolves that rushed towards him with tentative claws into pieces, and the scarlet-hot internal blood spilled all over the snow.
The picture is indescribably cruel and terrifying.
But in the wilderness and snowy mountains, wild wolves are cruel and murderous.
After Meng Zifei killed two wolves, not only was he unable to scare them back, but the death of his companions also angered their ferocity.
The angry roaring sound was terrifying, and the wolves flew towards him from all directions. Meng Zifei’s ten fingers lying on the ground stiffly moved together, and the threads danced wildly.
Under the outbreak of the curse, the spiritual power he can call upon is limited, and the wild wolf is agile and flexible.
He could only kill five or six wild wolves, and he was almost reaching his limit.
A heart-breaking pain suddenly came from his leg bones. Before Meng Zifei could turn over to look, he heard a click and severe pain hit him.
There was a slight weight on his body, as if something had been torn off.
A dark shadow passed before his eyes, and he looked over with vacant eyes, only to see a hungry wolf holding one of his legs in its fang-filled mouth!
There was not much flesh and blood hanging on the legs. As the wild wolf ran, pieces of flesh scattered everywhere.
Meng Zifei’s pupils shrank sharply, and his dark eyes were filled with anger.
He flipped his fingers, and a qi energy turned into a wind blade, directly cutting the wild wolf in half.
If this leg is eaten by a wild wolf and taken away, even if he survives tonight and wakes up tomorrow, he will still be a cripple who will lose a leg forever!
It’s just that he killed the wild wolf that bit off his leg. At this moment, his body was unable to move and it was very difficult to stand, before he could think of a way to pick up his leg. The wild wolf corpse that fell on the ground was pounced upon by several hungry wolves. They did not eat their own kind, but they fought with each other to tear at Meng Zifei's leg.
Mencius’ eyes were about to split and he roared angrily.
The palm without the support of flesh and blood struggled to turn, but before the spiritual power could be revealed, a cold and sharp thick claw stepped heavily on the back of his hand with a 'click'.
"Humph! Humph!"
The smelly and hot breath came from above his head.
Meng Zifei looked up stiffly.
It was a wolf king that was twice as big as an ordinary wild wolf, with a tuft of fiery red hair flying on its forehead.
In a pair of huge wolf eyes, in addition to cruelty and animality, there is also a light of wisdom that other wolves do not have.
It had obviously seen that Meng Zifei's killing methods all originated from those hands.
Two cold and heavy claws fell on his arms one after another, with such force that they almost crushed his bones.
It growled, and two wild wolves rushed out from behind. As if under some kind of order, they roared and bit his arm, tearing it apart with all their strength!
Meng Zifei was so painful that his vision almost turned black and he fainted, and his arms clicked.
My arms were bitten off by the two beasts, and they were dragged aside to share the food.
His arms are disabled, his right leg is missing, and he is cursed.
He has no way to deal with it.
Even if he is good at setting up fish nets, feeding mantises, and hiding hidden secrets, he has no countermeasures when he encounters this desperate situation today.
Meng Zifei was lying on the ground like a broken puppet with empty eyes.
The wolf king, who had just awakened his intelligence but had difficulty even transforming, looked down at him with a cruel and powerful attitude.
The taste of fish being slaughtered by others is definitely not pleasant.
At this moment, Meng Zifei couldn’t help but think numbly.
The life he had sacrificed for his most beloved woman due to his own scheming was really going to be revealed here in such a ridiculous way.
His short two hundred years of immortality are a bit too ironic.
“Ouch!!!!!!”
The wolf king opened his huge mouth and bit Meng Zifei's head in one bite with the meaning of death in judgment.
For Meng Zifei, what followed... was the endless darkness, and his vision seemed to be at night, without any light at all.
The sharp and cold fangs of the Wolf King are embedded in the neck, and it only takes an inch to exert force.
You can tear off his head effortlessly, chew it alive and swallow it into your belly.
At this moment, Meng Zifei strangely did not feel scared. His chest was numb, and his entire body, from his residual limbs to his heart, was numb.
That's it...
Go to see Shang Ying...
Go to see her with this dilapidated appearance.
She has always been soft-hearted, but when she sees him like this, no matter how much she annoys him or blames him, she may not be willing to hate him anymore.
Retribution! Hahahahahaha! What retribution!
Meng Zifei closed his eyes and waited for death to come.
But the wolf king biting his head seemed to be teasing him, and did not exert force for a long time.
He just held his head in his mouth, shaking it, as if he was deliberately playing with the food in his mouth.
As expected, he is worthy of being the leader of the wolf pack, and the way he eats goes beyond the nature of ordinary wolves.
The temporary complacency did not give Meng Zifei any hope of continuing to live.
He only felt a sense of shame and humiliation.
Under Meng Zifei's gentle and gentle appearance, only he himself knew how proud and aloof he was.
At this moment, he was actually humiliated by a wolf.
Meng Zifei was trembling with anger, blood surged in his ears, and he roared unbearably.
My chest was pressed against the sharp rocks under the snow, roaring like a dying animal:
"Eat me! You bastard! Bite me to pieces! Tear me to pieces! Chew me to pieces and swallow me! What are you still hesitating about!"
"Come on! Aren't you very good? Are you hungry? Who am I! I am Meng Zifei! Eat my head and you will become wise! Eat me! You piece of shit!"
Meng Zifei has never been so ungraceful and like a lunatic! It seems to irritate the other party.
But even so, the Wolf King still did not bite off his head as he wished.
A dull, hoarse roar came from the huge wolf's mouth, as if the trachea for breathing and pronunciation was blocked by something.
Meng Zifei's curses continued, but the wolf's mouth biting his head trembled even more.
Gradually, a strong bloody smell emerged from the wolf's throat. The moist and hot liquid soaked Meng Zifei's entire cheek, and his mouth and nose were filled with the smelly wolf blood.
At the same time, Meng Zifei’s curses were drowned out. He choked and coughed on the wolf blood, but his mind suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Following the wolf's mouth, he suddenly heard a crisp sound, like the sound of a bone cracking.
The fangs that were tightly biting his neck suddenly released, and the wolf blood soaked in his face fell all over the floor.
The clear moonlight fell on the brows, illuminating Meng Zifei's dark eyes.
The moment he rested his chin on the cold snow and raised his eyes blankly, he saw a shocking and unforgettable scene in his life.
The giant wolf king roared angrily, and an ordinary girl rode on the back of the wolf. Her plain dress was dyed red by the splash of blood.
In the distance, the cold moon meets the human world. In the distance, a group of wolves surrounds and looks back. The proud figure of the Wolf King stands among the white snow.
The blood-stained girl seemed to blend into the wind, snow and moonlight.
She knelt and rode behind the Wolf King, and a very thin and sharp black thread passed through the Wolf King's neck and was tightly strangled in her frozen palms.
The sharp black thread not only cut off the Wolf King's neck deeply, but also cut her palm very deeply, and blood dripped down like beads.
If she had not cleverly wrapped an earth talisman around her palm in advance, the Wolf King's neck would not have been cut off by the silk string when he struggled.
Her palms may have been cut off to the point where not a single finger was left.
Meng Zifei saw clearly that Chen Xiaolan controlled the huge wolf king with one hand, and stepped hard on the wolf king's mouth and jaw with one of her feet.
The body was leaning against the wolf's back in a twisted posture, and one hand tightly held an upper fang in its mouth.
It was precisely because of this that when she exerted her strength, Meng Zifei's head was not bitten to pieces by the wolf king.
After confirming that the Wolf King spit out his head.
Chen Xiaolan raised her head and screamed, kicked her foot, and quickly retracted the hand on the fangs, tightened the black silk with both hands, burst out with all her strength, and pulled back hard!
Pfft!
The mysterious silk was made of special materials by Meng Zifei and was left for her to use for self-defense.
But tonight, she used this black thread to cut off a wolf's head.
The huge wolf head rolled down, and blood spattered for a long time before the wolf king's headless body struggled and fell.
Chen Xiaolan fell into the snow, her face so shocked that she could not see the heroism she deserved to kill the Wolf King.
The leader of the pack of wolves died, but did not retreat. He looked at the new prey and kept digging his claws.
Chen Xiaolan was so frightened that she screamed repeatedly, her face turned pale, and she quickly pulled out Meng Zifei's sword that was buried in the snow.
The other hand took out several yellow talismans, and tears flowed down his face, but they never receded.
Meng Zifei lay there as if frozen, his face covered with blood, staring blankly at the girl who couldn't even hold the sword steady.
I never thought that she would choose to turn around and save him.
In the past five years, Meng Zifei taught her many skills and martial arts.
But whether it was to slay demons or drive away ghosts, he rarely let her stay in anything that involved danger and blood.
She has no combat experience.
Let alone one person against a whole pack of wild wolves.
Severe pain hit between his legs and shoulders, the moonlight and stars in the sky gradually grew brighter, and the last bit of flesh and blood on Meng Zifei's face seemed to have melted and fell apart.
The two eyeballs fell out of the eye sockets along with the long tendons in the skull. When the vision went dark, nothing could be seen or heard...
I don’t know how long it took, but my heavy consciousness gradually returned to clarity.
In a blur, Meng Zifei vaguely felt that he was being dragged forward in the snow, and there were faint sobs beside him.
The sound of wind and crying mixed together, making it annoying.
I don’t know how long it took, but when Meng Zifei woke up completely, he found himself lying in a cave to avoid the cold.
A bonfire was lit in front of her, and Chen Xiaolan sat in front of the bonfire, with a large gown spread beside her.
The coat was piled with mounds of flesh, blood, limbs and bones. Her face was pale, and there seemed to be fear, disgust, and fear in her eyes.
My throat couldn't help but squirm, as if I wanted to vomit, but I still held it back.
He held a leg bone in his hand, and beside him were some needlework for his daughter's home.
She picked up a piece of flesh and blood, identified the parts, put it against the bone, resisting the desire to vomit, and stitched together the flesh and blood of the leg.
Meng Zifei had never seen such a strange scene.
The timid and ordinary girl picked up his bones and flesh in the deserted snow-capped mountains, and used the needles and threads she used to sew her own clothes to carefully mend his festering body stitch by stitch.
Mencius thought blankly in his heart without the joy and relief of being reborn after a disaster.
Isn’t she afraid?
He looked at Chen Xiaolan's pale and pale face, her trembling body and her unstoppable tears.
Think about it, are you extremely scared?
But in this case, why not leave.
He is the one who wants to kill her.
Seeing such a disgusting, terrifying and unknown side of him, she actually dared to turn around, touch him, and save him.
What a strange woman.
At this moment, Meng Zifei seemed to have an unprecedented new understanding of Chen Xiaolan.
No longer the 'child' he raised, but a... 'woman' whom he judged to be strange.
Meng Zifei was not surprised that she could survive the wolves.
In the past five years, he has taught her a lot of skills, and she also has a yellow talisman on her body that she has drawn in advance, so she can face a pack of wolves, although there are many dangers.
When people are at the end of their rope, they can always burst out with unexpected potential and power.
He was quiet and looked at Chen Xiaolan up and down, and saw that there were deep cuts on all five fingers of her palm.
Serious injuries from the wolf's fangs can be seen everywhere on his body.
My hands were all bleeding, so I grabbed a handful of ice and snow to stop the bleeding, and continued to sew carefully with shaking hands.
Completely did not notice that Meng Zifei had woken up.
That serious look and persistence are really puzzling.
I originally wanted to add a small update to make up for what I owed some time ago, but I found that it was not yet past twelve o'clock, so I just put it together and looked at it together. There is also a small update that I owed, so I will remember it. I worked hard to replenish my liver.
(End of this chapter)