Chapter 37: Distribution of Power

  There must be animals on the mountain, but what kind of animal it is, Wang Yang has always been afraid to confirm.

  At this time, listening to the rushing footsteps, thinking of the white bone area in the forest, with a serious face, grasping the wooden spear and bone thorn, standing still on the tree.

  The sound gradually got closer and closer.

  The footsteps were light and quick, not heavy at all, absolutely not a large animal.

  After a while, a wolf with gray fur on its back that gradually turned white towards the bottom finally appeared.

  Then two, three, seven.

  The wolf in the lead had a diagonal scar on its head, extremely eye-catching.

  "Isn't that the wolf?" Wang Yang muttered to himself, somewhat enlightened in his heart. No wonder he had run into it several times, it turned out that it was his neighbor.

  This neighbor is not friendly at all, that pile of white bones down the mountain, I reckon it was made by it and its gang.

  But there was one thing that Wang Yang couldn't understand: last time he had clearly dealt a heavy blow to them, so how did they find new members so quickly?

  Look at those two, their bodies are so weak, aren't they newborns?

  As for the group sociality of wolves, Wang Yang didn't know much about it, and had long forgotten the descriptions in the animal world.

  In short, no matter what they want to do, as long as it doesn't affect me, I'll let them be.

  As soon as they came down, they found Wang Yang at the first time, and immediately two wolves circled to the back of other trees and hid.

  This time they hid very well and didn't show their heads. Wang Yang only saw that the number was wrong, but he didn't see where the two of them were hiding.

  The rest of them ran under the tree and stared at Wang Yang with great provocation.

  The wolf sniffed on the ground, its mouth open, revealing sharp white teeth, and a low growl came from its throat.

  Wang Yang saw it smell its own position of hiding the wooden barrel a few days ago, and there must be some residual bloody smell that caught its attention.

  The fact is that the wolf turned its head and let out a long howl at Wang Yang, with anger that didn't need to be said.

  Wang Yang was completely disdainful of this kind of provocation, and he thought to himself with a slanted gaze: "What are you yelling about? Can two sentences yell me to death? What's the point of saying that, can't we just fight instead of making so much noise?"

  Not only is the idea so, but also Wang Yang's approach is the same.

  He can't let these few wolves delay his own time, a few more hours means a few more prey, who said that? Time is money.

  He suddenly realized that what others said was right.

  He climbed down some trees and was surrounded by a pack of wolves that had gathered around.

  He almost reached the three-meter position and stopped. Wolves generally can't jump to this position, and even if they do, it doesn't matter. He thrust his wooden spear and must take its life.

  Of course, when he reached this position, it was natural that he would attract a pack of wolves. Sure enough, one wolf jumped up impatiently.

  Wang Yang had been waiting for this moment, and as soon as it rose into the air, he raised his two-meter-long wooden spear and thrust it down heavily.

  The wooden spear fell rapidly, and the wolf leaped up with force. Wang Yang thrust it straight into its chest, where it was softest and had the lowest defense.

  However, the wolf's reaction was still quick, and it twisted its head to bite the wooden stick, but it twisted too low, and the hard forehead above its eyes hit the spearhead.

  Taking advantage of the spear's force, he directly pressed it back onto the ground, and a small blood hole appeared on his forehead.

  "My forehead is too hard, unfortunately, it would be better if it were somewhere else."

  This chapter is a bit short.

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