sbdcsierra Chapter 317 Song Desheng Offended the Wolf
Chapter 317 Song Desheng Offended the Wolf
Big Tiger, leading his eight hunting dogs, raised his head and let out two low growls, his nose twitching slightly as he diligently searched the ground for any clues. Good dogs are intelligent and can understand many things, just like the national treasure of Sichuan, which can only understand the national dialect but not the local dialect. He called out "Wild Boar Gully," and Big Tiger quickly sniffed the air, raising his head to follow the scent.
Li Ju'an joked, "Hey, you're quite quick-witted at crucial moments. Da Hu, was that Zhang San you were dating earlier really your lover? Hey, Da Hu, don't run away so fast, let's chat."
He and the hunting dogs ran far away towards Wild Boar Gully, while Da Hu led the hunting dogs in a swift run towards the gully. At this moment, Song Desheng, Lao Qian, and Lao Zhang were slowly descending the mountain path, their figures gradually blurring in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Unbeknownst to the three, a pack of wolves was secretly following them on their way down the mountain.
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These past few days, Song Desheng has been feeling utterly frustrated.
He missed the forest farm's mini-train and could only ride down the mountain in Old Zhang's tricycle. The village's dirt roads were muddy, but thankfully autumn wasn't like winter, when the dirt roads were slippery and dangerous. Children were always walking home from school along this dirt road, laughing and joking together. Old Zhang, pedaling his tricycle, got splashed with water from a water gun by the children playing nearby, which annoyed him so much that he stood up and pedaled.
Song Desheng finally entered the county town along the mountain road, but he still felt a chill down his spine and said, "Uncle Zhang, don't you feel like something is following us?"
Old Zhang laughed and said, "What's wrong, kid? Feeling guilty? Don't you know you're not afraid of ghosts knocking on your door in the middle of the night? If you were really guilty, you shouldn't have hit this female Zhang San."
The mother wolf, now belonging to Song Desheng, was being transported in the back of a tricycle. Her belly was swollen and she looked ready to give birth.
Song Desheng snorted and shouted out his bold words: "We don't believe in demons and monsters, we only believe in ourselves. Uncle Zhang, don't try to associate me with those village spirits and monsters, I really can't believe in them."
After Old Zhang helped him down to the ground, he glanced at the tenement building and asked him, "Are you really going to use this wolf fetus to make wine?"
"That's right, otherwise why would I smash this she-wolf? I just wanted to make wine from it. I could also sell the wolf pelt."
Song Desheng rubbed his hands together with delight as he thought about how he had single-handedly killed a wolf for the first time, eager to take the good news back to share with his wife and parents.
Old Zhang pedaled his tricycle home. Before he left, he caught a glimpse of several blurry dark figures in the woods behind the train station. He assumed they were people relieving themselves and didn't pay them any mind. He stood up and pedaled his tricycle back to the village.
From then on, Song Desheng's home seemed to be shrouded in gloom, with strange things happening one after another.
At first, it was Song's mother's adorable pug that vanished silently into the night overnight. Then, the hens in the yard began to suffer the same fate, disappearing one after another. This left Song Desheng utterly bewildered. He searched everywhere but found nothing. These bizarre events unsettled and threw him into a panic.
His wife gave birth to a new life, and the atmosphere at home should have been even warmer, but one late night, Song Desheng's heartstrings tightened.
That night, Song Desheng tossed and turned in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, his mind racing, unable to fall asleep. His wife was in her postpartum period, and to allow her to rest peacefully, the two slept in separate rooms. Song's mother stayed by his wife's side, carefully taking care of her newborn grandson, when suddenly he heard a noise coming from his wife's room.
He thought of the recent disappearances of chickens and dogs and worried that the baby might also be in danger, so he quickly got out of bed to see what was going on.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw the window was wide open, and outside the window, a creature that looked like a wolf or a dog had its paws on the windowsill and was staring into the room with its bright green eyes. His wife screamed loudly, and the baby cried loudly in fright.
Song Desheng's heart pounded, and his anger surged to his head. He quickly grabbed the wooden handle of a mop from the corner of the wall, aimed it at the wolf's head on the windowsill, and shouted, "Wife, hand me the gun from my cabinet."
His wife was also quite bold; she picked up the swaddled baby, opened the wooden cabinet door, and handed him the gun. But the pump-action shotgun wasn't loaded yet.
Song Desheng set up his hunting rifle and was about to load a bullet when the wolf realized something was wrong and turned to run away.
He quickly bent the gun handle downwards with his right hand, stuffed a handful of bullets into the chamber, snapped the gun shut, held it to his face, and fired at the wolf's back.
boom!
A gunshot rang out, and he realized that there were three or four wolves lying in ambush in the yard. Several wolves panicked when they heard the gunshot and ran after the alpha wolf, disappearing into the darkness in an instant.
Gunshots rang out in the residential area, startling everyone in the nearby apartment buildings and the textile factory's residential compound. Lights came on in every window late at night as neighbors went from house to house, peeking out to see what was happening. One neighbor even shouted in fright, "Desheng from the Song family, what's going on? Why are there gunshots?"
Still reeling from the shock, Song's mother rushed into the yard to check the chicken coop. She found the last two hens lying in pools of blood, their feathers soaked and covered in blood. This pained Song's mother greatly, and she slapped her thigh, shouting, "These animals! They're beasts! Old man, come out and see!"
Mr. Song was still asleep when he was awakened by the gunshot. He hurriedly put on his slippers and military overcoat and ran out. He squinted and saw blood all over the ground. Only then did he realize what was happening and shouted, "What happened? What the hell? Our Song family doesn't have any enemies."
He mentally counted all the relatives and friends who owed him money, and then he thought to himself, "Oh no, there really is one family who owes me money."
Song Desheng still gripped his gun tightly, the dark muzzle firmly pointed at the wolves that had darted into the dense forest. This residential area near the train station was situated in a suburban area close to the mountains, where the wild forests evoked a certain untamed call. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: the faces of these wolves seemed vaguely familiar, yet so indistinct that he couldn't quite place them.
He shared his doubts with his family. His mother said, "Perhaps you've somehow formed an inexplicable bond with these wolves, otherwise why would they target our livestock while the neighbors live in peace?"
These words suddenly reminded him. The events of last week flashed through Song Desheng's mind: the she-wolf he had captured in a trap, her eyes filled with despair and pleading. Fragments of memory gradually pieced together, and he realized with a start that these wolves were the she-wolf's companions; perhaps they were seeking revenge for their companion, or perhaps they were searching for their missing relatives.
The pack of wolves was right next to the trap when he caught the she-wolf in it.
He glared and shouted, "Damn it! These animals aren't coming for revenge, are they?"
When the mother wolf fell into the trap, the pack of wolves initially went to rescue her, but left only after seeing his arrival. In fact, they hadn't gone far; they were simply hiding in the shadows, and his every move was clearly seen by the pack.
One by one, Song Desheng's livestock perished in the wolf's jaws; who knew when his turn would come? He recalled Li Ju'an's advice: kill the big ones and spare the small ones, don't provoke mothers with cubs, and don't kill pregnant animals. As he finished recalling this, a chill ran down his spine.
He rushed to a public phone booth that very night and called Lijiatun, wanting to find Li Ju'an.
But the dial-up phone in Lijiatun was in Yang Dezheng's office. It was late at night, and Captain Yang had long since gone home to sleep; he wouldn't have heard the phone.
Song Desheng couldn't get through on the phone. He was so nervous that he couldn't sleep all night, staying by his wife and baby's side.
He regretted not listening to Li Ju'an. Before Li Ju'an went down the mountain, he told him, "You should never go hunting in the mountains again. Unless all the wolves are dead and the alpha wolf is dead, the wolf pack will not let you go."
He was still very angry at the time, feeling that Li Ju'an was deliberately looking down on him, not wanting him to go into the mountains to share the profits, and that he was a burden because of his poor marksmanship. Now, after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't sit still anymore, and was terrified. He cried out, "Brother Li, you have to save me!"