Pain.
The heartbreaking pain spread from the back of the hip to the entire tail, as if it had been stabbed hard by a wild boar's fangs. Ah Jiu struggled to open his eyes. His blurred vision was filled with dark red blood. The fishy smell mixed with rotten leaves entered his nose. The remaining spiritual energy from the thunderstorm was rushing through his meridians. The pain made him want to curse.
"Tsk, this little kid has a tough life."
A rough voice sounded above the head, with a bit of smoky hoarseness. Ah Jiu shook his heavy head and finally saw clearly that the speaker was an old hunter wearing patches. He was carrying a shiny hunting knife on his shoulder, with half a strand of wild boar's mane hanging on the knife. Looking at this posture, the wild boar that stabbed him half to death just now was probably killed in the old man's hands.
[Why is this wolf cub injured so badly? His left hind leg is almost useless. It would be a waste of food to save him... But look at these eyes. They are not the usual dark brown. They are like the first-class golden eyes I saw by chance in the town when I was young! It can still bluff people
I couldn't sleep due to the noise from the mountain rats.
