After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Chapter 221

The young man sat on the empty mountain top with blood and tears on his face. The pale moonlight illuminated Qi Yi's face.

At the foot of the mountain are rocks, trees, wolves, dense plants, and my sister who was eaten clean.

Qi Yi looked up at the gray-blue night sky, there were no stars.

My mother said it was fate.

Whatever you encounter is a disaster and difficulty destined for you.

but……

Qi Yi stopped supporting himself with his hands and relaxed himself on the top of the mountain, lying on the ground with the sky as his tent, letting the stone beneath him serve as a chopping board and the breeze and bright moon as his knife and axe.

I was born into this world, no different from any other animal. I drink water when I’m thirsty, look for food when I’m hungry, accumulate things to build a home, and support my parents in their old age.

Just trying to survive.

Why has it fallen to this point?

My biological father died early, and I fled thousands of miles away. Now I have killed my stepfather and lost my biological mother, and my younger sister was killed by a wolf.

Is this fate?

Was it my mother's fate to be forced to commit suicide by a mountain ghost? Was it my sister's fate to be torn apart by a pack of hungry wolves?

……

Why?

Why.

Why!

If fate wants me to die, I will die. If fate wants me to die, I will die. Who decides fate?

I just don’t believe in fate!

Qi Yi roared angrily, jumped up, and looked hatefully at the wolf pack on the mountainside.

...three, four, five.

Okay, five.

The blood in his body was boiling, and Qi Yi was shaking all over. The leader of the wolves was shocked by the boy's roar, and after observing carefully for a while, he also raised his voice, and several wolves followed suit.

Qi Yi confronted the wolves from a distance for a moment, then, taking advantage of the cool breeze, he turned around and climbed down the mountainside, stepping on the stones along the path into the village.

There is no one left in the village.

Qi Yi went back home avoiding the light, went straight to grab his own iron machete, and scooped out all the accumulated sesame oil from the kitchen.

Looking around, there were too few things he could use, so Qi Yi's gaze fell on Qi Jing's body still lying on the ground.

They nailed all the windows shut with wood, piled the firewood collected the day before in the main house, and placed sesame oil barrels on the beams.

Qi Yi took the iron knife and a small bag of stones in his arms and hurried back to the back mountain.

The wolves are still there.

It was too bright tonight and the village was empty, so the animals instinctively did not rush into the village.

Until Qi Yi stood on a high rock and threw a stone at the wolf leader.

It was definitely impossible to hit the target, as the stone lost its strength and fell into the bushes, but it did attract the attention of the wolves.

"here!"

Qi Yi waved his hand high.

“Come here!”

The wolves were originally resting, but when they saw the bloody two-legged animal coming back to provoke them, the leader bared his teeth.

"Woo——"

"Come on!" Qi Yi pretended to jump two steps forward, and when the leader wolf took a step forward, he turned around and ran away.

As expected, the wolves chased down the mountainside, stepping on branches and leaves.

The boy had been running all day, being chased by people, by ghosts, and by wolves, but now he had no fear in his heart. Every step he took was firm and powerful, and his heart became extremely strong.

The little figure disappeared into the yard. The leader of the wolves cautiously wandered around the gate of the yard, and several wolves dispersed and surrounded the yard.

The boy's figure disappeared.

The bloody smell in the house was getting heavier. The young man cut open Qi Jing's body again, and his internal organs were no longer covered and spilled onto the ground, covering half of the house.

Gradually, some wolves couldn't bear it anymore.

Several wolves tentatively entered the yard from the front and back, and then entered the house.

Qi Yi sat on the last unsealed window sill at the back corner of the house. It was a high window used to prevent floods and avoid water. He sat close to the roof, trying to hold his breath and not move, like a silent stone in the shadows.

The first wolf that came in stepped on the sticky blood with its paws, and probed a few times with its long mouth. After making sure that the person on the ground was dead, it finally began to feast on the blood.

One, two, three...

Four.

After eating the internal organs, several wolves pulled each other's remaining limbs and tore them into pieces.

There is one that didn't come in.

The leader wolf kept circling the yard.

One of the shoes was thrown away during the tug of war and landed on Qi's leg with a "bang". An old wolf with a mouth full of blood raised its head and found the human who was watching from the sidelines.

Can't wait any longer!

Qi Yi threw the stone in his hand that was warm from his body suddenly, and the sesame oil barrel on the beam fell down, pouring all the oil onto the corpse and the wolf below. He pulled the hemp rope on the left and jumped down from the high window. The two ends of the hemp rope were crossed and tied to the door, which was closed tightly in an instant.

The boy quickly tied the rope to the boulder, lit the fire and threw it into the main house through the high window.

The instant firelight illuminated half the night.

The howling and charging of wolves continued to be heard. Everyone picked up the unburned cloth, tied it to a branch, and ran to the neighboring yard.

The burning oil and linen produced billowing black smoke. Qi Yi, holding back his cough, had not taken a few steps when he was blocked by the huge wolf leader.

The wolf's eyes are green, a bit like the mountain ghost's, both are soul-captivating lights in the night.

Qi pointed the torch forward, and the wolf leader took half a step back.

The young man held the stick in one hand and took a step forward. The wolf leader whimpered and took another half step back.

The man and the wolf confronted each other for a moment, then slowly moved and changed direction. Qi Yi leaned against the village passage, with the hateful and ferocious wolf in front of him.

The rags on the torch didn't burn for long, and the flames grew smaller and smaller.

The wailing sounds in the house continued, and the whole house, including the roof, was burning fiercely. It would not be long before it collapsed.

Qi Yi and the wolf leader looked at each other, unable to wait any longer, the boy roared with all the air in his lungs! The wolf leader's hair stood up.

Qi Yi threw the torch forward suddenly, and when the wolf tilted its head to avoid it, he drew the machete from his waist and chopped at the throat as big as a bowl!

Scarlet blood spurted out, and the wolf's claws dug deeply into the boy's shoulder. The whole man was knocked down by the huge disparity in force, and was pressed down on the dirt road that he had walked on countless times.

In Qi Yi's sight, there was the wolf's mouth dripping with saliva and blood, its white teeth, and the moonlight all around.

The young man held the iron sickle in his bare hands, even though his knuckles had already been split by the handle, and pushed the other side of the blade into the throat inch by inch.

The shoulder seemed to be pierced.

but it does not matter.

fair enough.

In this brief moment, the boy thought:

Yeah.

Kill as many as you can. When you die, you can seek revenge on the mountain ghost.

The leader wolf retreated in pain and was about to bite the delicate neck again.

A long arrow wrapped in golden light shot the leader of the wolves from above with lightning speed. The wolf was suddenly knocked over, and it flew to the nearby tree with flesh hanging from its claws, and hit the rock hard.

The leader wolf whimpered a few times and took his last breath.

Qi Yi escaped death and stared blankly at the sky. A man in a pure white Taoist robe came flying with a sword. He wore a jade crown and held a golden longbow in his hand. Brilliant starlight spread faintly between his wrists. The longbow and the ancient sword disappeared in the air.

The Taoist priest with a stern and aloof expression walked closer in the moonlight. The firelight shone on his face, which looked like jade and gold, with pine wind, water and moon, as if it was created by heaven and earth.

Yan Congzhi stretched out his hand and pulled up the stunned boy, his white sleeves stained with blood.

"Feel sorry."

"I'm late."