Chapter 56: The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor
Chapter 56 Strange Wolves (2)
The panicked wild goats, seeing Mo Yan blocking their path, stopped abruptly. Their strong front hooves scraped anxiously at the ground, their large eyes filled with fear. Clearly, these docile herbivores saw Mo Yan as a threat.
Mo Yan was neither advancing nor retreating, but she didn't have time to think because the previously howling wolf pack had approached, surrounding both humans and goats.
Mo Yan was dumbfounded. Unknowingly, she had walked into the hunting circle of the wolf pack!
Facing the watchful eyes of the wolves, the entire herd of goats began to stir. Following the urgent call of the lead goat, over a dozen robust adult goats dispersed, forming a circle to protect the elderly and weak companions tightly in the center. Their hooves firmly pressed against the ground, their large eyes stared fiercely at the enemy, ready to defend and attack.
Hunter and prey, killer and victim—Mo Yan stood dazed in place, watching the fierce hunting and killing unfold in the natural world.
The wolves and goats, engrossed in their fierce struggle, completely ignored Mo Yan. Even as the bloodthirsty wolves passed by her, they didn't spare her a glance, as if she didn't exist at all.
The smell of blood grew stronger. As more and more companions fell prey to the hungry wolves, the head goat, covered in wounds, barely escaped the wolves' clutches, let out a mournful cry towards its still-bloodstained companions, then dashed out of the encirclement at full speed.
Seeing this, the other wild goats also began to struggle to break free from the wolves' entanglement, fleeing outward. Perhaps exhausted from the hunt, the hungry wolves also became weary. Despite the fierce resistance of the surviving dozen or so goats, they all managed to escape successfully, leaving behind their fallen comrades on the ground.
Mo Yan, who had never seen a single wolf hair in modern times, was completely stunned by the sight. Taking advantage of the chaos of the wolf-goat battle, she quickly retraced her steps, stumbling and running back the way she came, her brain unable to function properly under the intense fighting and the strong smell of blood. She had completely forgotten about her space.
When she could no longer hear the howls of the wolves or smell the blood, Mo Yan stopped, panting heavily, and leaned against a tree trunk. She gasped for air, sweat dripping from her forehead down her cheeks and falling into the grass.
Feeling weak, Mo Yan sat down on the ground, wiping away the sweat and clutching her pounding chest. Today's events had a profound impact on her, completely exposing her to the cruelty of nature. The animal world she had seen on TV in her past life seemed like child's play compared to this.
Subconsciously touching her palm, Mo Yan finally remembered the space she had forgotten in her panic. She slapped herself on the head in fear. If it hadn't been for the more delicious wild goats just now, she would have been the one torn apart by the hungry wolves.
Worried about encountering other dangers, Mo Yan didn't linger any longer. She stood up, dusted off her pants, and was about to leave when she heard a rustling sound behind her. This time, she reacted quickly and immediately entered her space.
Almost as soon as Mo Yan disappeared from her original spot, a large, fierce wolf leaped out, resembling a young bull in size. It was much larger than an ordinary wolf, and most notably, there was a tuft of golden fur on its forehead. It stopped at the spot where Mo Yan had rested, holding a wild goat of similar size in its mouth.
Dropping the wild goat to the ground, the tuft of fur sniffed around with its tail wagging continuously. Sensing the familiar scent gradually dissipating in the air, it couldn't help but tilt its head, its eyes flashing with a hint of human-like melancholy.
Melancholy?
Watching this scene from within her space, Mo Yan felt like her brain had been struck by lightning. How could she see melancholy in the eyes of that ferocious wolf?
After sniffing around for a long time with no results, the tuft of fur finally drooped its tail, unwillingly retraced its steps along the path it had come from, leaving behind the wild goat it had brought.
Once she was sure the wolf had truly left, Mo Yan exited her space. Looking at the dead wild goat on the ground and recalling the actions of the wolf just now, she couldn't help but find it incredible. Could she narcissistically believe that the strange wolf had chased and brought the goat to her as a gift?
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