Quick wear: the villain can also push the male protagonist!

Chapter 416 The Little Wolf Cub Picked Up by the Lord (62)
But when he lowered his head and passed a path with a particularly intricate terrain, he was distracted and bumped into the warm wolf unexpectedly. He propped his hands on the ground to stabilize his figure.

"Why did you stop?" Yin Shang looked at the giant wolf, and asked whether he could understand or not.

The giant wolf naturally didn't answer.

It was a little ahead of Yin Shang, passing through the bushes that looked like a small door, and it was turning its head to look at the side at the moment, with a long and mournful howl constantly coming out of its throat.

The cry was not loud, but the collision echoed in the forest, but it seemed particularly lonely, like nostalgia, more like a long farewell.

Yin Shang's heart, which had just been calmed down by the jungle scene, was suddenly strained to the extreme by this long howl.

He smiled with difficulty, and tried to communicate across species again, "...what's wrong?"

At this time, the soldiers behind had just caught up with them.

Yang Sheng didn't pay attention to being hit on the face by a branch above his head. He cursed in a low voice, rubbed his face, and handed the extra oil lamp in his hand to Yin Shang, "Look for the way."

Yin Shang turned around and subconsciously stretched out his hand to take it, but the moment he stretched out his hand, the two of them looked at his hand at the same time and were stunned.

——On the slender and strong fingertips, some dark red and sticky blood was stained at this moment, and under the light of the oil lamp, it became more and more like ghostly shadows, making one's heart palpitatingly desolate.

Startled, Yang Sheng raised his head to look at him carefully, wondering if this man was not paying attention and was bitten by a wolf.

Yin Shang looked down for a while, and then suddenly realized that he had just used this hand to support the ground.

He took the oil lamp down a bit, and the light illuminated the ground under his feet. Yin Shang's pupils shrank, and he saw a tiny, water-like liquid below, which was slowly flowing along the sunken ground.

For a moment, his mind went blank, and he squatted down, wanting to touch the "water flow" that was lined by the ground and whose color could not be seen clearly.

But the hand trembled slightly without knowing when, and for the first time, it only touched the bulging tree roots next to it.

Yin Shang became more and more flustered, and for a moment he could no longer care about those inherent exquisiteness, so he spread his five fingers and wiped the muddy ground vigorously.

...When he lifted it up again, his hands were covered in blood.

The blood dripping from the fingertips was like a sword, which nailed Yin Shang to the ground unexpectedly.

Yang Sheng also stood up abruptly, with a flash of alertness in his eyes, he crossed the "small door curtain" formed by several trees in front, held up the lamp to probe for a glance, and then froze in place suddenly.

This scene... seems a bit miserable.

The carriage lay miserable not far away. The horse may have broken its neck in a tree, and now it was paralyzed under the tree, motionless.

Blood was sprinkled all the way from the carriage, and drenched all over the dead leaves around.

Yang Sheng's eyes followed the bloodstains, and he saw people who had died all over the place, most of them were pierced to death by sharp weapons.

Turning his eyes to the end, when he saw a figure under the tree next to him, the veins on his forehead twitched, and he subconsciously raised his hand to block it, thinking that if Yin Shang saw this... it would be a little bad.

However it was too late.

He had just stretched out his hand when Yin Shang pushed him away and took a step forward. Yang Sheng, who was driven by his strength, almost turned half a circle on the spot.

The mottled blood, the dead people all over the ground, and the hellish scene pierced Yin Shang's eyes fiercely, leaving his mind blank.

He couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, and thought slowly in his heart: ... What's wrong?
(End of this chapter)