Memories of the Old Hunter: The Red-haired Old Wolf in the Deep Mountains

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The old hunter in his hometown, Master Hei, had a wolfskin mattress on his soil.

The fur on this wolf skin mattress was red, and the wolf fur was thick and warm. It was just right for a rough-skinned person like Master Hei to sleep on.

If you change to a girl with fine skin and tender meat lying on it, it is estimated that she will be pricked by wolf hair and cannot sleep.

Master Hei told me that this wolf skin mattress still has some history.

A few years before his hometown was distributed to households, militia in a village around Nangou killed a wild wolf the size of a calf during field training.

The wolf was strong and big, and he was wearing two tattered cotton shirts. The militia felt strange and invited Master Hei to explain why the wolf looked so strange.

Master Hei was startled when he saw the wolf's first glance.

This wild wolf was very long, its fur was red and shiny, and it looked oily and smooth. The fur on the wolf's back stood upright one by one, and when you touch it with your hand, it pricks like a needle.

At a glance, Master Hei knew that this was an old wolf that was not easy to deal with.

What made Master Hei even more strange was that the wolf was wearing a cotton shirt, which had been tattered by tree branches and wolf hair, and was riddled with holes. It looked indescribably strange and awkward.

This kind of cotton shirt is often worn by ordinary people in their hometown. The cotton cloth is hand-woven by themselves, which is very thick and wear-resistant, but it is not dyed well and looks a little dirty.

The neckline of this cotton shirt is very small, and people were difficult at that time. Such a shirt is new for three years, and it will be sewn and mended for three years. No one is willing to lose it. How could it be put on the wolf?

Master Hei frowned.

Master Hei looked through the bullet holes in the wolf again. There were almost a dozen of them. He asked the militia, "How did you meet this beast?"

The captain of the militia standing next to him said, "We are just practicing martial arts. When the team passed by the southern ditch, they found that this beast was dragging a wild boar into the ditch."

"At first, we saw that he was wearing a cotton shirt. We were afraid that he would hit someone by mistake, so we did not dare to shoot. We saw that it was a wolf who fired the gun."

Master Hei said in a slightly teasing tone, "You guys really have a lot of bullets."

Another militia next to him said, "Uncle, you don't know, this beast just left the wild boar and wanted to escape, but after being shot, he didn't run away. He grinned at us and pounced on us.

The captain of the militia rolled his eyes at the militia and then said to Master Hei, "I'm making you laugh, but fortunately we went with a lot of people and took a lot of guns, otherwise I really don't know if we killed this beast or this beast killed us."

"It's so fierce, I've never seen such a fierce wolf, and you've seen it too, it's so big."

Lord Hei was joking, but he knew in his heart that such a wild wolf, his musket could only tickle it, not hurt it at all.

If it wasn't for the toughness of the guy in the hands of the militia, this beast really wasn't just talking about hurting people.

Master Hei said to the captain of the militia: "I can see it, this beast is fierce, if I meet it, I don't think I will dare to fire my gun, I can't kill it."

When the militia captain heard what Master Hei said, his tone became a little lighter.

He then asked Master Hei, "Uncle, you have been hunting for many years, and you have seen many wild beasts. Look, this beast is wearing a cotton shirt worn by people, what is the reason?"

Master Hei didn't say a word. He took out the dry smoke pot and sat down on the bench to smoke a few mouthfuls of dry smoke, and then slowly said, "I think this beast is not an ordinary wolf, he must have lived a long time and had a little spiritual energy."

When the militia around him heard this, they were all confused, waiting for him to continue talking.

Master Hei continued, "Think about it. If you met a dressed beast in the mountains, would you dare to shoot immediately?"

The militia looked at each other, then told Master Hei: "If you don't see it very clearly, you will never dare to shoot. What if you hurt someone?"

Master Hei said, "That's right, when you see it clearly, this beast has already slipped away, and will it wait to be beaten by you?"

"You were able to kill him this time because he protected his food. It seems that it was hungry and walked slowly. Otherwise, it would have crawled into the forest before you could see it clearly."

The captain of the militia said, "Uncle, you are right. We also looked at it for a long time and fired the gun after seeing it clearly."

Master Hei said, "I just said that this beast has spirituality, which means that it knows how to paralyze and deceive hunters by wearing human clothes. In the southern ditch, there is no other beast that can do this except wolves."

The captain of the militia asked in confusion, "Then where did the cotton shirt on this beast come from? It doesn't have long hands, so how did he put the cotton shirt on himself?"

Master Hei said, "The cotton shirt must have been on the person who was killed by this beast. How did this beast put the cotton shirt on himself? I don't understand this, and I've never seen it before."

The militia surrounding Master Hei remained silent for a while.

In the end, the captain of the militia broke the silence and said, "Uncle, we killed this beast, there won't be anything bad, right?"

Master Hei smiled and said, "You have done a good deed. If you don't get rid of this beast, there will definitely be people who will be harmed by it."

"There won't be anything. You are all big and three rough, and you go to the black dance gun to get sticks one day. Why are you still afraid of a dead wolf?"

Everyone was relieved when they saw what Master Hei had said, and captain of the militia couldn't help laughing.

Master Hei added, "We've been hunting in the mountains, but we've ignored this southern ditch. Tomorrow, you should first ask if there are any missing people or people who have been taken away by wild beasts in the past year. Let's take a break in good weather and search in the ditch. This beast must have a nest."

The militia nodded, feeling that what Master Hei had said was reasonable.

The captain of the militia sent people around with the shirt that the old wolf was wearing to inquire about who had lost someone in the nearby village and what clothes they were wearing when they left.

Finally, the militia found a family in a neighboring village. The eldest son of the family went to work in the potato field at the entrance of Nangou. He disappeared and found nothing but a hoe he took with him when he left.

The militia showed the shirt to the hostess, who immediately saw that it was a shirt she had sewn for her son.

Everyone knew in their hearts that the young man who went to work in the potato field must have died.

After confirming that the big wolf was a wolf that had eaten human flesh, Master Hei and the militia spent three whole days searching for all possible hiding places near Nangou. Finally, they found a clue in a crack in the stone.

This crack in the stone wall was a big crack, neither narrow nor wide, and a thinner person could just enter it hunched over.

Master Hei sent a few skinny young men on fire to gradually move out the things in the stone cracks. The more everyone looked, the more shocked they became.

Not only were there a large number of skeletons of wild beasts, but there were also large bones of many people. There were as many as seven or eight pieces of tattered clothes, and no one knew who those clothes belonged to.

Master Hei sighed and said, "It seems that this beast has killed a lot of people. Fortunately, you beat him to death."

The captain of the militia asked, "Uncle, do you think this beast has accomplices?" I'm afraid he has accomplices."

Master Hei shook his head and said, "Don't worry about it. Wolves that have lived for so long must be alone. They disdain making friends with other wolves."