Abduct a general to farm

"Grandma, I'm going out."

Grandma Mo was bringing out the medicinal herbs that Mo Ran dug back to dry, and Mo Ran said something before going out with a bamboo basket on her back.

Grandma Mo warned as usual: "Of course, be careful, don't go to places where the slope is too steep, just look around the outside, at least have a lookout with the villagers, remember not to go too far, don't go inside..."

"...Okay, okay."

Leaving Grandma Mo's voice behind, Mo Ran walked on the road awkwardly, passers-by would look at him, and some cheerful ones would joke a few times, asking him if he went up the mountain again.

Some people warmly asked him to be careful.

Although he wanted to hide it, the village is actually that big, and people go up the mountain to cut firewood every day, so when Mo Ran was on the mountain two days ago, he ran into two villagers unexpectedly.

So everyone in the village knew that the girl Mo Ran went to the mountain to dig herbs after her head recovered.

"Miss Mo, what a coincidence, we met again."

A young man with a basket on his back came out of the fork on the right. He was wearing patched clothes and looked younger than Mo Ran. He was only 15 years old. He was smiling shyly at Mo Ran with surprise in his eyes.

The boy's name is Li Xiu, he is the third child in his family. There are Li father, Li mother, two older brothers and one younger sister in his family. His second elder brother is often sick and is a medicine jar, so most of their money is spent on the doctor. In the medicine for Li Erlang, his family is better than Mo Ran.

Maybe it's because she couldn't eat enough and couldn't keep up with the nutrition. Li Xiu's body was very weak, and her face was tanned because she often worked outside, and she was thin and black.

Li Xiu quickened her pace and followed Mo Ran, but she also knew that men and women were different, and they were not very close. "Let's go together?"

He also went to the back mountain to dig herbs.

Mo Ran shrugged, not resenting this person following him.

So the two walked forward in silence.

When they got to the place, Li Xiu consciously separated from Mo Ran, because they couldn't dig anything together.

"Miss Mo, I won't go very far. If you have anything to do, you can call me, and I will rush over. And don't go in."

Li Xiu said to Mo Ran like an adult, and then left.

Mo Ran wiped off his sweat and sighed that this person finally left. He didn't take Li Xiu's words to heart, and chose a direction to continue walking.

This time he didn't plan to dig a lot of herbs, but wanted to find out if there were any other things.

There are many trees on the back hill, all of which grow very tall. The luxuriant leaves block the sun above. No matter how sunny it is outside, the soil under the trunks is always moist.

Mo Ran suddenly remembered that he could look for mushrooms, there must be many places like this.

He focused on the root of the tree, rummaged occasionally, did not touch the brightly colored but poisonous mushrooms, only picked edible ones and put them in bamboo baskets, and half of the baskets were harvested.

He even found some fungus, which grew on the decayed and fallen trunk, because no one had ever picked it, and there were a lot of it growing on the trunk.

Mo Ran happily put away all the fungus, and even regretted that his back basket was too small to fit, and he didn't notice at all that he had crossed the inner line because he was focused on finding mushrooms.

The woods are not hot at all, and even slightly cool.As soon as the wind blew, the leaves rustled, and there seemed to be other sounds hidden.

Mo Ran stopped picking the fungus, raised his head and looked forward, his eyes were serious and vigilant.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that there was something hidden in the bushes in front of him.

It was also at this time that he suddenly realized that he didn't know where he was going, and for a while, he couldn't recognize which direction he was walking from just now.

The wind died down, the woods returned to calm, and there was no sound around, so quiet that Mo Ran suspected that the sound just now was just his own illusion.

However, he did not dare to relax his vigilance, because even if there is nothing in front of him, there may be something lurking around him, dangerous animals, such as...

"Ouch..."

On the other side, Li Xiu, who came with Mo Ran, was squatting on the ground, digging herbs seriously and quickly, when suddenly a howl of wolves resounded through the sky, followed by several howls of wolves, as if echoing the previous one, the sound was full of anger.

Even though the howling of wolves was not near her, Li Xiu was so frightened that her hands shook, and the herbs fell back to the ground with a snap.

He didn't bother to pick it up, and didn't run away immediately. After carefully identifying the direction of howling wolves, his pupils shrank suddenly, and there was intense horror in the depths.

That direction seems to be where Miss Mo walked?

"Oops……"

At this time, when Mo Ran heard the howling of wolves, his legs were almost frightened. He never thought that he would meet wolves.

No, it is about to meet.

Because the wolves were not by his side at this time, but they were nearby. Maybe some unlucky villager strayed into the depths of the back mountain like him and was surrounded by wolves. Maybe he was resisting.

It is impossible for Mo Ran to have never seen wolves in the modern age. There are several wolves raised in the zoo in their city. The teeth and claws that should have been sharp have been blunted, and the wildness is gone. The sense of leisure makes the onlookers feel no sense of fear.

At that time, after watching Mo Ran, he only felt that the wolf was nothing more than that.

Yet now.

Hearing those bloody wolf howls, Mo Ran struggled to realize his cognitive error.

In the wild, wolves that have not been ground out of their sharp teeth and claws and need to hunt themselves instead of artificially fed are still very ferocious and dangerous, not to mention that they still travel in packs.

A person confronted with a pack of wolves, that person is more than auspicious.

The chaos of the battle over there was getting louder and louder, rationality told Mo Ran that he should leave quickly, otherwise the wolves would be finished if they found him.

However, there was another voice in his heart comforting himself, saying that he was fine, he just took a look at that person's condition, he just had to be careful, to confirm whether the person was dead or alive, he would leave immediately if he died, he was alive...

He carefully peeled away layers of weeds, exposing only a pair of eyes.

The next scene was so exciting that he would never forget it.

With his back facing him, the long-haired man in black clothes held a long sword in his right hand, the tip of the sword touched the ground lightly, and bright red blood slowly flowed down the sword, surrounded by a pack of wolves who were eyeing tigers but were afraid of the man's force , there are as many as a dozen in detail.

The dead wolf carcasses were piled up beside the man, and the blood on the sword also belonged to the wolf.

The smell of blood in the air made the wolves restless.

The two sides were in a stalemate, and the man's figure was a little shaky.

The strong smell of blood made Mo Ran feel sick. He wanted to retreat, but the weeds he was picking made a sound, revealing his position.

Some wolves with bloodthirsty green eyes flashed at him sharply.

This seemed to be a signal, and all the wolves suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the injured man.

The man resisted with a sword, piercing his throat at the wolf with a sword, as if his stubborn resistance had turned into a slow motion, and it played out scenes in Mo Ran's eyes.

He stared blankly, the wolf rushed towards him, the man swung his sword, and the wolf fell down.

The man suffered more and more injuries, more and more wolves fell to the ground, losing their vitality, and the smell of blood in the air became heavier and heavier...

He suddenly had a burst of courage, and before he had time to think about it, he took out the machete from the bamboo basket and rushed over, chopping at the wolves in a chaotic and disorderly manner, without thinking about whether he would be bitten to death by wolves.

No, maybe he thought about it, maybe if he was bitten to death by a wolf, his soul would be able to return to modern times, then everything would be back on track, and he would continue to be his modern man, Mo Ran.