2 Snowy Night Horror

Under the snow, Wang Fan saw a grinning wolf's head coming out of the wooden house, which made his legs tremble and almost fell to the ground: "Wolf, why did the wild wolf get into the house? This is over."

In winter, not only do people in Wangjia Village have no food to eat, but also the wolves in the wolf mountain can't eat, so they often go to places close to the village to hunt. Of course, the target of hunting is people.

It was cold and deadly in the mountain, but Wang Fan's face was full of sweat, and his hand holding the steel knife trembled violently. Although he knew that this time, he refused to accept his fate: "If you want to eat me, the steel knife in my hand is not vegetarian!"

He gritted his teeth and stood on his horse, trying to cut it with a knife at the moment the wolf rushed up. "Come on, come on. I haven't eaten wolf meat for a long time. If I kill you, my brother and sister can also eat enough.

After standing like this for a long time, Wang Fan's eyes were blown by the wind, and his legs were numb, but the wolf lay there motionless. "What's going on? Is it a dead wolf? Thinking of this, he turned his mind and suddenly laughed. He smiled and said to himself, "It's really stupid. Every hunting wooden house has to leave a wolf head to guard the evil spirit. How can I forget this?"

It turns out that there is a rule in Wangjia Village that every winter comes and at the end of autumn hunting, a wolf's head should be placed in the wooden house at the hunting point, saying that it can suppress the souls of dead beasts so that they dare not do evil here.

The wolf head of this wooden house may be hanging on the porch, so it was torn off as soon as the door was opened, which scared him.

Knowing that there was no danger, he relaxed and suddenly felt sore all over.

"Repress the evil spirit?" He stepped forward a few steps to pick up the hard wolf's head. "I'm so hungry. I'll use you to suppress my stomach tonight."

The wooden house is the place where the villagers live when hunting. There is no shortage of stoves and firewood. Wang Fan closed the door tightly, tremblingly led the fire, came up to bake his whole body, and carefully looked at the wolf's head with the firelight. From the green light in his eyes, he could know that this time it was not fear, but thinking about which place could nibble on two. Mouth.

The wolf's head has been hanging in the wooden house for nearly two months. Even if there is meat, it is almost air-dried. Wang Fan pinched it around and only felt that it was not easy to start from that place.

His stomach cooed again. He swallowed his saliva and said secretly, "Whatever, just put it on the fire and roast it first. It's okay to eat some skin. At least fill your stomach first, and you have to look for prey tomorrow."

Thinking of doing it, there was a smell of burning fur in a little time, which was a little choking, but Wang Fan's nose was particularly fragrant. He couldn't help it. No matter whether he was familiar or not, he picked it up and nibbled it.

The skin after being dried by the air is particularly tough. He pulled and torn his mouth water all over the floor, but he just ate a few bites, but his stomach was so deceptive. Only these few bites felt warm, not like the hunger just now.

Just as Wang Fan was holding the wolf's head in his arms, suddenly there was a "butter" sound, and sticky and hot drops of water dripped on his face: "Damn it, who spit on my face?" He ate Zhengxiang but was disturbed. He was furious and couldn't help cursing.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he didn't feel right. This is a hunting wooden house. He was the only one inside and outside. Who else spit?

"There is a ghost!" This was the first thought in his mind, and then his head was "Weng" with a sound. His scalp was numb and his hair stood up, but his hand was still holding the wolf's head tightly, and he looked up sideways.

A snake with the thickness of adult calves hovered on the roof, staring at the fragrant wolf's head, opening its mouth wide, hissing its tongue, and flowing transparent mucus.

Although Wang Fan has seen and caught a lot of snakes, he has seen such a thick snake for the first time. However, for him who has hunted, as long as it is not an unknown existence such as ghosts, his hanging heart will be put down, and even compared the combat strength of both sides: "If you catch it, it should be enough to eat at home for a few days."

But the snake is not only fast, but also strong, especially the winding force. Once it is entangled, few people can escape. "A snake with a thick arm is not easy to deal with." For a moment, he found that he was probably not the opponent of the big snake.

The snake may be afraid of the firelight, but it keeps hissing and sticking out its tongue and does not rush up.

Wang Fan had an idea and put the half-cooked wolf's head still next to the fire, but his hand quietly picked up the steel knife and put it on the fire. The snake skin is sticky and hard. Generally, the steel knife can't be cut in at all, and it is much easier to kill the steel knife after it is hot. He wants to take advantage of the big snake to swallow the wolf's head, burn the steel knife hot, and then fight against it.

After hibernation, the snake does not eat or drink. Once it wakes up, it will be very hungry. Especially when it smells such a fragrance, it can't help drooling, so it has been staring at the wolf's head, but it began to see Wang Fan holding it. It instinctively feels that this person is not easy to deal with, and Wang Fan is not far from the fire, so it dares not to act rashly. Move.

But when Wang Fan threw the wolf's head next to the fire, the snake finally couldn't help it. Although it is afraid of fire, it is actually more afraid of people. After all, compared with animals, people's spirituality is much higher than them, which gives them an invisible pressure, so when they do not face the threat of death, few beasts actively attack humans.

The big snake hissed his tongue and slowly hung down from the roof, which made Wang Fan see more clearly. The big snake with thin calves was nearly five meters long, and there were rows of black spots on the snake, which seemed to seep into it.

If he wanted to kill it just now, he has no idea at all.

The black spotted snake, also known as the black venomous snake, is the king of snakes. For other beasts, its toxicity is secondary. What's more terrible is that it can spray venom. As long as it is provoked, two or three meters apart, it can spray venom on people, and splashing a drop is hopeless.

For good, the black snake is rare, and as long as it doesn't provoke it, it will hardly attack actively.

The snake walked very slowly. From time to time, he looked up at Wang Fan and spit out hisssing tongue, as if to warn.

Wang Fan was frightened in his heart. He held the handle of the knife tightly in his hand and slowly retreated back, but perhaps because he was too nervous, he retreated and was tripped by the firewood behind him. With a stagling of his body, the steel knife in his hand "swung" and brought countless sparks.

The snake suddenly retreated, and the snake's head suddenly raised and made an attack posture.

Wang Fan sweated coldly, closed his eyes and said secretly, "I'm dead, but it's a pity that I didn't find anything to eat back."

He was heartbroken, but he heard a "squeak" behind him, and then he heard the baby crying sound of the snake. He was shocked. When he opened his eyes, his scalp was numb, and his hair was straighter than before.

A head-sized mouse bit the snake's neck and rolled with the snake!