: Did You Hit Your Head That Hard?
The dawns sunrays slowed crept across the land, and the man who had been unconscious throughout the night finally awoken at that moment.
But, when he opened his eyes, an extremely strange scene met his eyes.
A little beggar dressed in torn and tattered clothes was sitting in the lotus position beside him, his body covered with blood, and although the stench was still strong, the blood had dried up completely. He was unable to determine the little beggars features as his face was a deep shade of green, like he had applied some medicine on it.
Seeing that the little beggar was holding a dagger in his hand, and his gaze staring forward, the man turned and followed the little beggars gaze and what he saw made him narrow his eyes warily.
Besides the three wolf carcasses that had already turned stiff right before the little beggar, at a distance of about three meters away from them, about ten grey wolves with heavily slavering jaws were sitting on the hind legs, and their eyes were watching them hungrily.
Feng Jiu turned her head very slightly, happening to meet the eyes of the man, which were filled with both shock and confusion at what was happening.
Look out!
The man shouted out suddenly in shock, his eyes wide with horror as he saw the grey wolf leaping towards the little beggar. In a state of panic, he reflexively tried to stand up but that big movement tore at the wound at his abdomen and he groaned before falling back onto the ground, where blood could be seen seeping out through his wound again.
At the mans shout, Feng Jiu had already turned back, leaping nimbly to her feet in one quick move as her chilling gaze fixed onto the grey wolf. She saw the leaping wolf closing in on her and she immediately crouched and fell into a roll, her dagger slicing in an arc through the air above.
Szaak!
Howl!
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