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Baizhangling Mountain in western Sichuan is high and dense, and wild boar often hurts people. Ancient hunters have reappeared from the mountains and plunged into the forest. On one side is a brave old "hunting king" and on the other side is a fierce and cunning "wild boar king". Only the forest can witness this thrilling hunting!

At the end of this spring, Wang Jun of Longmen Township Police Station in a county in northwest Sichuan received a task to cooperate with Qilu, the "king of hunting", to hunt wild boar in the mountains.

It stands to reason that wild boar is a national second-class protected animal and should not be hunted. The forest coverage rate of this county is 80%, and animals such as giant pandas, wild boars, bears, bison and antelopes live there, and have long been designated as wildlife reserves. But since last winter, eleven people have been attacked by wild boar in Longmen township, and two people have died in the hospital. So the county decided to hunt those grumpy wild boars!

Wang Jun worked as an armed police for seven years and was a dead shot. After receiving this task, Wang Jun was so excited that it must be very fresh and exciting to hunt wild animals in the big forest. He packed his bags and set off excitedly. ...

1. King of Hunting Qilu

Qilu was born in an Orion family. Since the government banned hunting, he has been working as a ranger in Baizhangling area. When Wang Jun arrived, Qilu was already waiting under the ridge with two men around forty. Lu Na is seventy or sixty years old. He is short, dark and thin, and his right cheek is deep, leaving only a layer of skin. Wang Jun knew that the spear had been used for a long time, which was caused by the recoil and friction of the stock. At the moment, Qilu is carrying a spear on his shoulder, wearing an ill-fitting camouflage suit and a pair of yellow rubber shoes. His trousers were tied tightly with cloth strips, and there were two hounds sitting next to him, one yellow and one hemp. The two men were dressed like him, and there was a hound beside them.

After greeting, Wang Jun left in a hurry. Qilu pointed to the big backpack on Wang Jun's back and said, "What's in it?" "Tents, sleeping bags." Lu Qiyi narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Comrade, we are not going to travel. We don't need to bring these things, but it is very cumbersome to bring them. " Wang Jun wanted to argue, but before he left, the director repeatedly explained that Qilu was a famous hunting king in this forest, and he had to do everything. Wang Jun had to reluctantly leave his backpack and set off.

Along the way, Wang Jun walked behind Qilu and kept looking at his spear. He was puzzled and couldn't help asking, "Grandpa, do you hunt with this spear?" No stars? "

Walking behind Wang Jun was Qilu's apprentice Hu Da, who said with a smile, "When our master hunts with this spear, the team must send more than a dozen strong laborers to follow him before he can take away the wild animals he laid. The scene is all in my heart. "

Wang Jun was incredulous and asked, "But this kind of spear has to be reloaded with medicine and steel balls after the first shot. Too slow. " He patted the automatic rifle on his shoulder and felt that Qilu's equipment was really out of date. Lu Long, Qilu's son, took the message in silence: "It only takes my dad five seconds to fill the steel ball with medicine."

While speaking, the four of them climbed over Baizhangling, and at first glance, they saw a vast forest, extending to the horizon. The wind blew from the treetops, and the Woods made a choppy sound. At present, there are several paths hidden in weeds. Everyone stopped and looked at Qilu uniformly, waiting for him to speak.

Qilu climbed up a boulder, looked at it with a frown, dipped his right index finger in some saliva, and then stood straight in front of him, twitching his nose, taking a deep breath and slowly moving his fingers. It took him a long time to jump down, pointing to the mountain road on the left and saying that he would enter from here.

Wang Jun didn't understand what it was, so he quietly grabbed Hu Da and asked. The tiger said that the master was measuring the wind direction and smelling the smell. All kinds of wild animals smell different, especially large wild animals. Experienced hunters can tell what wild animals are on the way out with their sensitive noses as long as they follow the tuyere.

Looking at the gaunt Qilu, Wang Jun was skeptical. He took a few breaths quietly and forcefully, and it was obvious that only the leaves smelled rich and moist.

2. White-haired pig king

After walking for two or three hours, several people have entered the forest one after another. The further he went, the more nervous Wang Jun became, and he kept carrying a gun belt. Great tiger smiled and laughed. "Comrade Wang, it's still early. If you are lucky, you can block it in a day or two; Bad luck, I can't even find a pig hair for ten and a half months. "

Wang Jun was somewhat disappointed. He thought it wouldn't be long before he went up the mountain to have hand-to-hand combat with wild boar. The tiger said that wild animals were afraid a few years ago, but now thieves are very smart and hide when they smell people. "But why do they dare to attack people?" "Because it snowed heavily last winter, wild boars used to eat grass, but when they were hungry, they would eat other animals. After eating meat and being stained with blood, their ferocity came out. What's more, that pig is the king of pigs and even more fierce. " "Pig King?" Wang Jun some puzzling.

"Ha, didn't you hear what the injured man said about the wild boar that led the attack?"

Wang Jun only heard that the leading wild boar has white hair and is almost as strong as an ox. But the pig king said that he had never heard of it.

"Wild animals in the forest, in fact, like people, have a head. Our 800-mile forest, white-haired wild boar, is the head of wild boar and the king of pigs. "

Wang Jun couldn't help but ask curiously, "Have you seen King Pig?" Great tiger shook his head, but made signal with the lips to Qilu. All seven statues of Lu have eyes behind them. Before Wang Jun asked, he said to himself, "I have seen the king of pigs." Then I stopped to let everyone have a rest, sat on the stone by myself, closed my eyes slightly, and chatted ... Because I am a ranger, I often patrol the forest alone in the mountains. In the early summer of three years ago, I wandered around the mountains for a day. I found a cave at night and planned to stay for one night. It's cold in the mountains at night, so we have to collect some firewood to keep warm. I was walking in front of the clearing when I heard a hissing roar coming from the forest behind the cave. I came to the forest carefully, crouched behind a tree and looked in. Ah, that scene is simply suffocating!

There is an old bear in the middle of the forest, which is two meters high. There is a lot of blood on its shiny black hair, and the shoulder blades are still bleeding. He squatted on the ground, his mouth open, growled, and scratched his sides wildly with his palm. Soon, he dug two holes. More than a meter away from it, there is a wild boar with a wide and strong door panel. The long mouth of the slope touches the ground low, Bai Sensen's fangs stand upright, and his arrows are like steel needles. Ordinary wild boars are all brown and black arrow hairs, but this wild boar is very strange. His hair is black and white.

After a moment of confrontation, the old bear suddenly stood up, opened his palm like a cattail leaf fan and "screamed" at the wild boar. Anyone who hunts in the mountains knows that one is afraid of the bear sitting on the pier, and the other is afraid of the bear clapping. That slap, hundreds of pounds of strength. My eldest disciple was slapped by an old bear, and his whole left rib reached his chest, all crushed into one piece. Just then, the white-haired pig jumped out with a strange cry of "Yo" and ran straight into the old bear's leg. The old bear fell to the ground with a bang and slapped the pig's tail on the ground.

Seeing that he couldn't find a bargain, the old bear dared not continue to fight. He got up and screamed in pain, trying to jump into the Woods. Supposedly, there has always been a saying in our forest that "one pig, two bears and three tigers". Although bears can't take advantage of wild boar, wild boar has always been keen on bears. But the white-haired boar wouldn't let go. As soon as the old bear turned around, it bounced out like a migratory locust stone and hit the old bear's back heavily. All the sharp fangs hit the old bear's back.

What I saw was thrilling. The white-haired boar killed the old bear and turned to stare at the tree I was hiding from with red eyes. I know that wild boar is a national protected animal, but it wants to attack me, and it can't wait to die. I carry a pike, and I hug it as soon as it comes at me. But the white-haired boar, like knowing my mind and knowing that I wouldn't take the initiative to attack, suddenly turned around and stomped on the ground with his hind feet, and stones and dirt rained down on me, completely blocking my view. It ran away by itself. Later, I never saw this white-haired wild boar again.

3. Evil wild boar

When Qilu's story was finished, Wang Jun stared at him and said, "This wild boar is really smart!" The tiger said, "The wild boar in the big forest should not only guard against people and other wild animals, but also make a living by running wildly. So here, the wild boar is the real' king of the forest', and the so-called' king of beasts' tiger only ranks third. Otherwise, I will tell you a story I have experienced? " At this time, Qilu cried out to everyone to continue on their way, and Hu Dayi spoke as he walked-eighteen years ago, it was my seventh year with my master, and the master said that I could be a craftsman alone. People who hunt here are called craftsmen and gunmen, and they are also a kind of craftsmen. But when I left, the master warned me that I had learned a little immoral, and if I didn't change, something would happen. Don't laugh, what is immoral? You'll understand when I tell you. I almost lost my life because of it.

That day, I went to the foot of Eagle Mouth Ridge alone. At that time, there were herds of antelope and musk deer in Eagle Mouth Ridge, and they could shoot at least a few heads. Of course, it is also immoral to beat craftsmen. Antelopes and musk deer are rarely seen in Eagle Mouth Ridge now. Alas, it's far away, let's talk about wild boar.

I went to Eagle Mouth Ridge, but neither the antelope nor the musk deer saw it. The first thing I saw was a wild boar! The wild boar is all skin and bones, and its fangs are broken. His eyes were covered with white excrement, and swarms of flies circled around his eyes. Almost without thinking, I brushed the ground and put the gun on the wild boar's head. As the saying goes, the leopard hits the tiger's face, and the wild boar hits the bear. If you want to shoot a wild boar seriously, you have to stand on the side of the pig and shoot it. If a gun doesn't die, the wild boar will be injured. When it comes to ferocity, the tree with sharp teeth and thick mouth will be cut through. I don't know how many batters we have lost in this collision. But the situation forced me to do it face to face.

I have a spear in my hand, but my heart is pounding. In this forest, wild boars are always in groups of three or five, as if we were a family forever. If you really want to hunt wild boar, craftsmen have always been a few people together, fighting and chasing. I am not afraid of this thin wild boar, because when it stands up, its four feet must be spread out to support it. It's old. But I'm afraid there are other wild boars hiding nearby. Just when I was upset, the wild boar fell to the ground with a soft front foot, and his eyes were shining, as if in tears. But I was so nervous that I grabbed it when I saw it move. Finally, I was flustered and my hands shook. A shovel of steel balls and iron sand grazed the pig's back and missed. The pig "ouch", suddenly earned up, I thought it would crash, hurriedly sideways, but I didn't expect the pig to turn around and run. I was really possessed at that time, otherwise the master would call me immoral. I caught up with the shovel while charging it. I chased after it and loaded a medicine in ten steps. But I watched it several times, but I still couldn't hold back the fire. When people get old, the wild boar in this forest becomes a demon when they get old. The wild boar seems to understand my mind. When I stood still and aimed, it ran around and couldn't aim at it at all. I was young and determined to destroy this monster, so I chased it all the way. He looked, chased seven or eight miles and came to a big tree. Suddenly, the wild boar stopped running, cocked his head and ran into a tree panting. As soon as I saw the opportunity, I hit the pig's head. I just walked beside the dead pig when an old bear jumped out of the tree hole. It turns out that this wild boar is desperate to drag me to the end. It knew that there was an old bear hiding in this tree hole, so it pulled me in, wasted my ammunition first, and then "gave" me to the old bear with bare hands. ...

4. A real craftsman

If the story of Qilu makes Wang Jun feel thrilling, the story of Dahu makes Wang Jun feel scared. He quickly asked, "So, how did you get rid of yourself?"

Great tiger gave a wry smile and didn't speak. He unbuttoned his camouflage suit and showed his chest. Wang Jun a look, and almost screamed. There are no nipples or muscles on the big tiger's chest, only a few fingers thick purple scars, which extend from the left armpit to the right chest. The tiger buttoned his clothes, shook his head and sighed. "From then on, I realized why the master said he was wicked. You can't do anything. You'd better play with craftsmen, especially. Otherwise there will be retribution. "

At this moment, the hounds suddenly got excited and rushed to the tuyere to bark together. Wang Jun in the mind a surprised, wild boar appeared?

Qilu went to the tuyere, looked at the bushes in front of him for a while, shook his head, patted the hounds, stopped their barking and said, "It's a wild boar. But this is not what we are looking for. Don't disturb them, let's keep walking. "

Wang Jun also stood on the tuyere and stared hard, only to see the trees swaying gently in the mountain wind. The tiger smiled: "Comrade Wang, you can't compete with the master. Although Master is 67 years old, his eyesight is unparalleled. " As he walked, he told Wang Jun again.

In the mountains, to be a real batter, you must practice your eyes and hands, and finally your aim. How to practice your eyes? At night, light a incense a hundred paces away. The stick in the incense is the most burn-resistant celadon wood in the mountain, engraved with traces. The incense has burned out, and there is a wisp of red on it. Practitioners don't blink, but they don't move. You have to watch the incense burn out. If you can stick to a column of incense and report the traces carved on the green steel wood, your eyesight will be basically practiced. But practicing hands is different. First, practice concentration, lift a spear weighing 10 kilograms horizontally, put a small glass at the mouth of the spear, and put a bowl on your shoulder. If the cup doesn't fall down and the bowl doesn't tilt, it will take at least ten minutes to qualify. The second is to practice the speed of charging. Craftsmen all use bird spears, and the speed of loading ammunition is life-threatening. Loading a spear with ammunition is far more complicated than loading a rifle with bullets. Why? Because you have to pour gunpowder into the barrel first, compact it with a stick, and then fill it with iron sand and steel balls. After the iron sand steel ball is filled, pour the medicine into the medicine guide groove in front of the stock. Do not introduce too much or too little medicine. Too much will burn your face. Without it, it won't burn at all. Pull the trigger, the iron pen touches the primary explosive, and the primary explosive burns, so that the medicine in the barrel is ignited and the iron sand steel ball is discharged!

Seeing that Wang Jun was very interested, the tiger pointed to Qilu and said proudly, "If you want to smell the fragrance, there are fewer craftsmen who wear Yang at a hundred paces now. But the master can read 200 steps, and he can report all the marks, without missing a single one. As for his skill, he can pour water into cups and bowls without leaking a drop in ten minutes. All right, I'll tell you something. On the night of Master's 60th birthday, I drank some wine and was encouraged by everyone to show my hand. At a distance of 200 steps, we put three wine bottles every 10 step, and put lighted candles on the bottle mouths. When the candle burns out, the bottle will be kept in the cage at night. After drinking three glasses of water, the master shot with a pike. " Bang! "A bottle is broken. Reload, shoot again, bang, the second bottle is broken, reload, bang, the third bottle is broken. It's all based on feelings in the brain. "

Wang Jun marveled, not from the humble seven lu gives birth to heartfelt awe.

Step 5 meet for the first time

Walking all the way, I saw that the day had passed. They found a clearing at the foot of the rock and rested around the fire for one night. The next day, they took water to put out the fire and set off again.

After walking for more than two hours, the talkative tiger gradually stopped talking. He pushed Wang Jun to the front and walked last. Qilu, who walked in front of the team, pursed his mouth, his eyes were bright and his movements were extremely vigorous, and he kept scratching around on the ground. The hounds also tightened their backs and whined anxiously. Wang Jun saw that the place where Qilu pulled was full of scattered feces.

Half an hour later, Qilu squatted down in front of a bush and called everyone to come over. He pointed to a small mound in front of him and said, "This is probably left by the master." As he spoke, he broke a branch and lifted the surface of the mound, and the foul smell floated out, which was also a pool of feces. Pull open the feces, there are countless animal bones in it. Wang Jun leaned forward and asked in a low voice, "Was it left by a wild boar with white hair?" Qilu sighed and nodded: "Different people are different, and different pigs are different. Playing this "cat shit" to cover up the trail, instead of eating grass, only white-haired wild boars eat animals. It seems that before long, we will have a contest. "

Several people searched along the bushes and soon found some messy hoofprint on the wetland in front. Qilu measured the width and depth of the footprints with his fingers, turned around and said, "Boy, a * * * is three heads. The biggest one should be a white-haired pig, weighing no less than 600 Jin. The other two, one is 478 and the other is in his early 300 s, which seems to be a family. "

We walked on and found several rare beaches of excrement, which were getting fresher and fresher. Qilu explored it and said that there was still some heat. In front are clumps of eight hairs and mulberry seeds, new traces of trampling. Qilu stared at the front for a while and said that Tsing Yi Creek was half a mile ahead. It seems that the wild boar went to drink water not long ago.

Wang Jun exposure will follow. The tiger grabbed him and said, "I'm afraid we haven't caught up with the wind here." The pig smelled people and ran away early. " We must copy from leeward bread. "

Sure enough, Qilu turned around and arranged for Wang Jun to go from the left, and Dahu and Lu Long went from the right. Hearing his signal, they shot at each other. Say that finish, seven pinch of mouth, lu goo goo haw lulu to send out several kinds of bird calls, explain what all kinds of sounds represent. Qilu explained to Wang Jun that the wild animals in this forest have been dealing with people for many years, and they can already speak human words. Hunters always use birds as signals when hunting wild animals. Moreover, if the "goo goo" sound represents the left side this time, then it must not be the left side next time. Wild animals remember it.

Sneaking along Lin Qiu, Wang Jun and Qilu, hounds are also experienced. They all tightened their bodies and tried not to touch the grass. After a while, the two men in Tsing Yi jumped into the stream. The terrain in this area is relatively flat. The Tsing Yi River is several feet wide and the current is fast. On both sides of the stream are dense eight hairs, Vitex negundo and hemp mulberry. Soon, Wang Jun saw the target!

There is a piece of Huang Sang with eight hairs by the stream, and the big white-haired wild boar is lying on the lodging Huang Sang, half squinting in the sun. There are two pigs lying next to them, one big and one small.

Wang Jun on seven side, lu gently put the automatic rifle on the mound, narrowing her eyes, aimed at the white-haired pig, the other side of the great tiger and lu also call the signal on your marks. Just then, the white-haired pig stood up lazily and snorted, and the other two pigs stood up, too. Wang Jun was wondering when suddenly three pigs jumped out together, plop plop, and all jumped into the stream. Although it is late spring, it is still very cold. Are they going to take a bath? Next to Qilu, he sighed, "This pig has become a good pig. Hey, diving ran away. " Sure enough, the three pigs disappeared as soon as they jumped into the stream.

Lu Long, the great tiger, stood up from the grass and asked Qilu what to do in disappointment. Qilu pointed to the stream and told them to chase it down. They went upstream with Wang Jun.

Fight again

After running a hundred steps, this is a corner formed by rocks. At the corner, Qilu stopped moving forward. He climbed up the rock, motioned for Wang Jun to follow, and then walked back from behind the tree. Wang Jun was puzzled: "Don't chase?" Qilu said in a low voice, "The average wild boar will dive down the current, and the smart one will swim against it. This white-haired pig is haunted and must stay where it is! " Wang Jun can't believe it. With such a mind, it is still a wild boar. It's an adult He also wanted to ask, Qilu made a gesture of silence, and Wang Jun had to swallow the words back into his stomach.

Back to the original ambush place, Qilu crouched down after thatching, and Wang Jun also learned to hide from him. Wang Jungang put the gun away, and suddenly there was a "crash" on the green stream, and the huge head of the white-haired boar appeared. It rolled its eyes and swayed on the water. After a while, it sank into the water again. For a time, the water was calm and there was no trace of pigs. Don't let it smell any more danger? Wang Jun looked inquiringly at Qilu. Qilu shook his head gently, his spear took root in his hand, and his eyes stared unblinkingly at the water. After a while, there was a sound of water, and three wild boars surfaced in turn and climbed onto the shore. The other two wild boars were busy shaking water, while the white-haired wild boar did not move and looked around suspiciously. Qilu gently hooked his head, and with a bang, the pike spewed a flame, and the white-haired wild boar splashed blood on its shoulder blades, leaning over and falling to the ground. At the same time, Wang Jun's gun rang, and the smallest pig shook and fell to the ground. Before shooting again, another pig plunged into the thick grass. In the blink of an eye, Qilu was full of ammunition and exploded. Countless grass stalks flew with blood. The wild boar roared with pain, but it didn't fall. Three shakes and two shakes ran into deeper grass. "It's a hit, and you can't get away with it." Qilu said while loading ammunition.

In a short time, two wild boars were solved. Wang Jun was very excited and rushed to the stream with a gun. The hounds, who had been unable to hold back, also barked and rushed ahead. Qilu was startled: "Don't cheat!" Wang Jun where to believe. By this time, the hounds had rushed to the side of the white-haired wild boar, and the dog led by them bit the pig's neck. The hounds in the mountains are well trained. When they come up, they will cut off the carotid artery of their prey. Seeing that the canine teeth were about to touch the skin of the neck, the white-haired pig, which had been motionless, suddenly tossed its head and its long fangs scratched the dog's stomach. Turning around, the hound was picked seven or eight feet away, and the red and white intestines dripped all over the floor.

Seeing the horror of their companions, the other hounds were all red-eyed, jumped up together, surrounded the wild boar in the middle, bit its stomach and chewed it back. The white-haired wild boar suddenly stood up, chiseled around with his teeth to resist the hounds who attacked him head-on, and let another hound pull its back while retreating into the grass. Wang Jun tried to shoot several times, but he was afraid of accidentally injuring the hound. Qilu whistled repeatedly, trying to call the hounds back, but the hounds had been awakened and they didn't relax. In a short time, the two sides pulled to the grass. Qilu raised his spear several times, but he was put down helplessly. Watch hounds and wild boars go deep into the grass. Qilu sighed. "Let it slip away again." "Don't we chase?" "The field of vision in the grass is not wide, and it is useless to catch up."

Wang Jun said with relief, "Isn't there a hunting dog? It hurts again. " Qilu shook his head and said, "The skin of wild boar is old and rough, and so is its armor. The hound is no match for it. It deliberately provokes it and disturbs our sight. Fortunately, if you get close first, the consequences will be serious. " Think of the scene just now, Wang Jun dying unceasingly, can't help but wipe the cold sweat, however, looking at the ground that was killed by his wild boar, the in the mind still some satisfied.

Soon, three scarred hounds came back with their tails between their legs. Then, Hu Da and Lu Long came back and told Luqi that they stopped the pig that escaped first and shot it. Qilu heaved a sigh of relief: "Alas, there is only this white-haired wild boar left now. It is injured and follows the blood. "

7. the last battle

The white-haired boar looks badly hurt, and there is blood all the way along the stream. After walking for almost a mile, the blood disappeared. Qilu looked across the river, then looked downstream and said, "Hey, this savage thing gave us a maze." He turned to ask everyone, "In your opinion, did that wild thing cross the stream or swim downstream?"

Wang Jun looked at each other and said confidently, "It must be the other side. The stream is several feet wide and the water is deep and cold. It will take us some time to cross it, so that it has enough time to escape. "

"The other side of the river was cut down by foresters many years ago," said the Great Tiger. "All the trees are tender and difficult to hide. I think it is downstream. " Lu qi nodded approvingly. Everyone is still chasing downstream, and chasing for half a mile, blood appears again, and goes straight to Lin Mang by the stream.

The deeper you go, the more lush the trees are, covering the sky, and gradually all the sunshine is blocked at the top of the forest, and the road ahead is dim. Qilu's brow was locked again, because the blood gradually became strange: the blood in the previous paragraph was punctate, but it was not broken; But now, the blood is intermittent, intermittent. At first glance, it turned out that the white-haired boar was not only detouring, but also covered most of the blood with residual leaves. Qilu told everyone to stay close behind him. "This thing is playing tricks, be careful."

After chasing for a while, the blood disappeared, and the road ahead was full of floating leaves half a foot thick. A dozen paces behind a tree, a wild boar snorted with difficulty. Wang Jun was overjoyed and rushed forward in a few steps. Unexpectedly, Lu Qiyi grabbed him by the collar and jerked him back. 1 of "wow", Wang Jun only felt that his feet were empty, all the floating leaves and dead soil suddenly sank, and a black hole appeared at his feet. Wang Jun leaned up and saw that his spine was "swishing" in a cold sweat. It was a trap one or two feet deep, with many sharpened steel bars and iron bars standing at the bottom of the well. I really wanted to fall and lost ten lives. "This wild thing is cloudy." Qilu led everyone, bypassed the trap and continued to catch up.

Probably knowing that the calculation failed, the white-haired boar let out a scream angrily, spread its hooves and ran away again. After chasing for two or three hours, pigs always leave people behind.

Gradually, four people walked into a deep canyon. In the canyon, giant trees are towering, Gu Teng is knotted, and a ray of skylight falls on the top of the canyon, which makes people feel cold and dense. The dense bones of wild animals can be seen everywhere, emitting an unpleasant smell. The white-haired boar has appeared in everyone's field of vision, and its life has probably come to an end. It has been swinging from side to side, occasionally raising its head and making a harsh and short strange cry. Qilu looked up at the sky, then at the front, and suddenly shouted, "Come on, quit the canyon!" " "Said grabbed Wang Jun sleeve, turned and ran to the mouth of the canyon. Wang Jun puzzling, there are other wild animals in the canyon? Look at Hu Da and Lu Long again. Their faces also changed. They flew to the mouth of the canyon.

Fortunately, everyone entered the valley that was not too deep and escaped quickly. Qilu led everyone to a sheltered place, trembling and said, "Miqi. That wild thing is going to take us into miasma and bury us with it! " Wang Jun was surprised. He heard that there was terrible miasma in the forest, and the villagers he met never came out alive. At this time, the white-haired wild boar in the canyon gave a mournful and desolate whistle, and then, like thousands of giant trees rolling down from the top of the canyon, the earth trembled with the rumbling sound. The wind screamed. First, grass, birds and stones were swept out of the valley. Then, big clouds of black fog gushed out. Hundreds of pounds of stones shot forward like shells, interrupting all the trees. Then the uprooted trees rolled out of the valley and threw everything in the way into the distance. Finally, the white-haired wild boar was also thrown out of the canyon ... The miasma raged for nearly half an hour before it stopped, leaving only a mess in this big forest at the mouth of the canyon. Although hiding in the bomb shelter, this thrilling scene still made everyone look blue, and the hounds hung their heads and clung to their tails, whining and whining. Except for pig disease, it is not easy for everyone. They all raised their guns and pulled the trigger toward the dark sky, bang, bang, bang ... a * * * seven rings. That's the unique etiquette for craftsmen to worship the god of the forest!

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