Old dog tell weird stories

The hunter who killed the wolf

This story is told to us by the head of the mountain drive.

There are rules, taboos, and gangs, and the leader of this g**g is the head of the gangs.

We were lying on a bed made of birch bark, looking at the crackling fire, too excited to sleep, so we simply got up and spread the smoke to everyone, so that everyone could tell the story of hunting.

Someone called up: "The yellow sheep in September, the wolf in October, the wild fox in September, the pheasant blind in snowy days. Flying foxes and walking rabbits do not meet the wolves. The pheasant lies in the grass, the rabbit lies in the field can, the quail falls in the mud pond ground, the yellow sheep runs in the dust."

I asked what this meant.

Someone explained to me, this is the northeast of the "hunting scriptures", about the hunting skills. Yellow sheep run the fastest, like a whirlwind, jeeps can not catch up. But the yellow sheep in July, pregnant with young, can not run, when the yellow sheep, a hit a hit.

In September and October, when the weather is cold, foxes and wolves are growing thick, so if you beat them at this time, their skins can be sold at a big price. Pheasant hunting on snowy days. After a heavy snowfall, the ground was silvery white everywhere, and the pheasants, with their flowery and green bodies, were spotted at once.

I listened very fresh, and pulled out a pack of good cigarettes, a bottle of good wine, let everyone continue to speak, tell some of the best haunted stories in the mountains, who speaks well, cigarettes and wine to whom.

But we all dare not speak, only the eyes look at the head, hehe giggling.

My friend whispered a few words to me, I realized that the original mountain has a taboo, not allowed to talk about the ghosts and spirits in the mountains, but also not allowed to talk about life and death, or commit a taboo, you can not get out of the mountain.

Put the head to see our eager look, shook his head, sucked a few mouthfuls of dry tobacco, knocked hard on the wooden pier, then told us a story that happened when he was a soldier in Inner Mongolia (in the mountains to tell spooky stories of the grasslands, not considered taboo).

He narrowed his eyes and said that it was still an incident that happened to me when I was a soldier in Inner Mongolia. How can I say this thing? A little bit of evil, when a lot of people died, and the reason can not be said to the public, so it was sealed to the public, and no one has known.

It was the 70's, the troops no longer mass s*******r yellow sheep, but only secretly ordered the local garrison officers and soldiers, occasionally beat some yellow sheep, for the senior leaders of the troops to eat. At that time, a new fashionable dress was popular in the area, that is, wearing wolf fur coats.

The wolves in Inner Mongolia have thick and dense fur, and wearing a wolf skin roe deer and a wolf skin felt, they can sleep on the glacier on the ninth day! But the wolf skin is too thick, the weak body can not stand the burn to nosebleeds, so the wolf skin coat is often used to do wolf cub skin.

Our company commander was a son of a b***h who was always skulking around and wanted to leave this shitty place in Inner Mongolia. When he heard about this, he gave us the task and asked us to get 20 wolf cubs for him no matter what.

This is a bastard task. Not to mention that female wolves are the most protective of their nests, to pull out a litter of wolf pups, we have to play with the female wolves, and pulling out wolf pups has to be done in spring, and now it's winter, where can we find wolf pups for him? But it's useless to talk to this official fan! He will only tell you that you can solve the problem yourselves, and I just want the wolf skin, or I will be dealt with as a deserter by military law!

You see, this damn official is just like that!

We had no choice but to join hands to raise money and invite an old local hunter to drink and talk to him. The wolf is pregnant in January and February, and gives birth in March and April. Now it is only February, so it is definitely impossible to get a wolf pup. But we can kill the pregnant female wolf. The fetus in the wolf's belly is already formed and the skin is still soft, so we can peel out the wolf cubs and blow them on the wind horse flag for a day, and then they can be used after the wind dries.

Now think about it, how damaging this thing is, it is simply not something that people can do. If the company commander reported us as deserters, we might not even be court-martialed, and we would directly eat the g*n on the spot. We gritted our teeth, f**k it, let's do it!

At that time we had good weapons in our hands and good cars. Mongolia is all grassland, and it was easiest to drive after wolves. After searching for half a day, we finally found a pregnant female wolf, her belly was quite big and she could not run fast, so she was easily caught up and killed by us. We dragged the female wolf back, opened her belly and pulled out a wolf cub, which was still faintly trembling (speaking of which, Blanc smoked a few more cigarettes). At this point, they didn't have much choice, so they hung the wolf cub on a seven or eight meters high flagpole in front of the tent.

Wolves are the most vindictive. If you kill the wolf, especially if you leave the wolf skin behind, the wolf pack will come to retaliate with the smell. That night, the company commander told us to set up machine guns in the camp and prepare to give the wolves a shot when they came to retaliate.

We didn't expect that nothing would happen that night. We guarded for half a night, but the wolf cubs were swaying on the flagpole and the grassland was quiet, with no movement at all.

We all thought that everything was fine, but when we got up the next morning, the wolf cub hanging on the flagpole was gone.

This was a strange thing!

You know, the wolf cub was hanging on the seven or eight meters high flagpole. The flagpole was made of peeled birch wood, very smooth, only as thick as an arm, and seven or eight meters high, so it was impossible for someone or a wolf to climb up and bring it down.

The company commander was furious, he thought we were deliberately messing with him and trying to disobey his orders, scolded us severely, didn't even let us eat, and told us to get out and continue catching wolves!

Several of us were also quite puzzled, and after discussing for a while, we thought there were several possibilities: the wolf cubs were either eaten by vultures or the wolf pack got rid of them. I said, "I've heard that wolves are very smart, sometimes they want to go up the tree and will use the way of stacking rooks, could it be this time too? My comrade Xiao Liu said with a frown that it was impossible.

He tried it when he was leaving, but the flagpole was not sturdy, and if a dozen wolves were stacked together, the flagpole would have fallen down. If it is said that it was eaten by vultures, it is not very likely. If the vultures had come in groups, we would have seen them after guarding all night. Even if they had eaten it quietly, there would at least be some remnants left, but there was nothing left.

Batu, a Mongolian, whispered to us that something was wrong, the wolves were most protective of their young and female wolves, and if we treated them like this, they would be stifled, and they might make some evil tricks. At that time, we didn't mind, thinking that it was just wolves, as long as we had enough ammunition, we could kill as many as they came. That night, we killed another female wolf and tied the pups to the flagpole, but to our surprise, something evil happened.

"Alas," the head smiled bitterly and smoked hard, "we are also sinners, we deserve to have such a fate!"

I couldn't help asking him, "Was someone bitten to death by a wolf?"

He shook his head: "Not dead ...... but, more terrible than dead!"

That night, he said, I was on duty in the second half of the night and my eyes were wide open, so I wanted to see what was going on. As a result, I stayed up until four o'clock in the middle of the night, really sleepy, but I went in and washed my face with ice water and immediately woke up. At that moment, I saw that the flagpole seemed to have darkened a little. The flagpole was originally white wood, but now it has become black? The black quickly spread along the flagpole, and soon the whole flagpole became black.

I rushed to wake up Xiao Liu and them. Xiao Liu is a thief bold, see this scene, also feel goose bumps are up, suspected that is not haunted. Later, Batou whispered, "Look, the wolf cubs are moving!" I looked up and saw that the wolf cub had really moved, and it didn't fall to the ground all at once, but slowly slid down the flagpole, as if there was an invisible hand pulling it down the flagpole slowly.

My hair stood up all of a sudden, and I couldn't press it down, and they were both so scared that they didn't move. The wolf cub slipped halfway, and when I saw that it wouldn't work, I went to see the company commander, wanting him to see that it was none of our business. I hurriedly broke into the company commander's house and uncovered his quilt, but found that something was wrong with the company commander, his body was limp on the ground like a piece of paper, like only a skin was left. I was scared to death, boldly went up and touched, and found that yes, the company commander seemed to be hollowed out by something, only a skin was left, and there was something burrowing around inside.

I was so scared that I fell on my butt and desperately shouted to Batou and the others. When they came in, light up the lamp, only to find that the company commander has been eaten by something to empty, only a human skin, really a complete human skin!

Batu fell to his knees at once, his face pale, and said, "It's the Wolf King, the Wolf King is here!"

We were scared to death, so we put our guns in our hands and fired a few shots indiscriminately to calm our nerves, and then asked Batu what was going on. He rambled on and on, saying that the company commander had been killed by the wolf, that it was the wolf king's demonic magic, and that none of us could escape.

Later, we had no choice, a few people sat back-to-back, holding guns on guard carefully overnight, and the next day reported to the sub-military zone, which sent people to do an investigation, and could not say why, so they demobilized us, and let us keep the matter secret.

I thought it was over, but then I realized that it was far from over.

After a few years, I have not done any serious work, wandering around, looking for comrades everywhere. One year, I went back to Inner Mongolia to look for Batu, but found that Batu had gone crazy. He was locked in the cellar with his feet chained to the bottom. I was very angry, his feet were festering, and the cellar was tightly closed, how could he live?

Unexpectedly, their families said that Batu himself asked for this, he was afraid ...... I jumped into the cellar, cross-legged and told him about his former military days. I found that Batu seems to have been very afraid of what, when I inadvertently said something, he would suddenly shiver, and then jump up and hide in the darkest part of the cellar. I tried one word after another for a long time and found out that the word he was afraid of was "wolf" ......

I asked Batu's family whether their family had encountered wolf infestation, and the answer was no. Not to mention wolf infestation, even a wolf howl has not been heard in the past few years.

I was completely confused. What was he afraid of? Afraid of wolves? What wolves should he be so afraid of that he had to hide in a dark cellar and lock himself down with chains?

I always felt that things might still be related to the incident a few years ago, and if this was the revenge of the wolves, then the revenge would fall on me eventually. So I chose to stay in the cellar with him to see if anything happened.

That night, I drank some wine and slept with him, and nothing happened. It turned out that when I got up the next morning, I found that Batou had disappeared. The chain that had tied him up was still there, the shackles were there, and his man was gone!

Where had he gone?

We searched like crazy all day, but we couldn't find him. Later, I was lost in thought, walking on the prairie, when I suddenly thought of a place, yes, that place!

I borrowed a motorcycle, a g*n, and once again went to our former barracks, which had been abandoned and had become a pile of ruins, but on the ruins, a flagpole was erected. On that straight flagpole hung an air-dried human skin, and Batou was dead.

That night, I rode my motorcycle with my g*n and drove through the steppe like a madman, shouting for the donkey-day wolves to come out and let them eat me!

In the darkness, there were green wolf eyes everywhere, not far from following me, but not a single wolf tried to attack me until dawn the next day, when my motorcycle ran out of gas.

I lay on the ground in frustration and sadness. I knew that the wolves would not kill me, they would t*****e me until I died.

When I returned from Inner Mongolia, I rushed to Yangquan, Shanxi Province, without stopping for a moment to see Xiao Liu, fearing that something would happen to him too. But Xiao Liu refused to see me, and no one even knew where he had gone. Later, after asking around, I learned that Xiao Liu's daughter-in-law was besieged by a pack of wolves when she went out at night, but she was not injured. After that, Xiao Liu's daughter-in-law got pregnant and gave birth to a child with green eyes and triangular eyes, like the eyes of a wolf ...... Xiao Liu has moved since then and doesn't know where he went ......

He closed his mouth and began to take a big mouthful of dry tobacco, his eyes were cold and terrible.

We all listened to all dumbfounded, after a long time, a voice carefully asked: "Batu what the hell is going on with them? How come there is only a human skin left?

Put the head of a muffled hum, said quietly, he later also consulted a lot of people, including some expert professors, and finally came to a conclusion: they were eaten by a strange worm. These worms are very small, can enter through the human ear holes, nose, mouth, the human internal organs and flesh and blood to eat clean, leaving only a human skin.

Often thousands of these odd bugs move together, and they can release an anesthetic that anesthetizes and then eats the person. They live deep in the grassland, with limited mobility and large food intake, and often cannot find enough food. The wolves and this weird bug have made a secret agreement, also called what is called symbiosis. The wolves are responsible for bringing these bugs to places where food is abundant, and they occasionally solve some troubles for the wolves.

After telling this, he spat viciously into the fire and called up viciously, "Sleep, go to f*****g sleep!"

I wanted to ask what else, but my friend gave me a wink and dragged me to bed.

Lying by the campfire, but I could not sleep, looking towards the distance.

In the distance, there was a dark forest, and the moon was watching me quietly and gently.

In the distance, a wolf suddenly howled, sorrowful as water.

In the darkness, in the forest, in places I could not see, there were green fireflies swimming everywhere, which were the eyes of a flashing wolf.