Wolf Soul. Preface
Kunlun is the ancestor of all mountains, Kunlun is the top of heaven and earth, and is covered with glaciers and snowfields.
Out of nowhere, Mang Kunlun!
The hut is a strange sight in the snowfield. The night was deep and dark, and the house was equally dark. There was no other color except black.
The storm repeatedly hit the doors and windows, and the flames danced "pop-pop" in the stove. The fire illuminated the black room and turned it into red-black, as if iron had been heated to a reddish color.
The old man silently added pieces of rotten wood into the furnace, his deeply sunken and deformed eyes dull and lifeless, as if he was missing the distant past.
His chin was very pointed, and he was as thin as iron. He was covered in white animal skins, but his hands and feet were exposed and turned red from the cold.
A handsome young man slowly came over, knelt at his feet, and rested his head on his knees.
"Yifeng..." The old man came back to his senses and gently touched his head with his hand.
This young man was also wrapped in gray and black wolf skin, but his eyes were shining. He suddenly said: "Grandpa, tell me a story."
"Story? Okay, okay, Yi Feng, I'm thinking of a story here, something that happened a long time ago." The old man said slowly.