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"Bad girl! Don't think about it!!" He jumped to the side of the road, swung his pigsticks at the grass, and the iron tip scraped a large cloud of smoke on the road:

"I'll be in the woods soon! Raspberries, young grass, mushrooms, and acorns left over from last year. You can eat whatever you want when you go in! There is nothing good about the roadside, except for stones and sand, so I said- Run, dare to run! Go ahead, go into the woods, go!"

He spent a long time talking, and even slapped the pig twice on the back, before he drove the two little beasts into the right way.After finishing all this, little Albert was tired and sweaty, his old jumper became soggy, and his noisy skin was itchy.

[Don't make lice.He stared at the gray back of the little gilt, worrying in his heart.[I just soaked my clothes in water last month, and worked so hard to kill the lice and bed bugs.These little vampires are really hateful!Don't make a comeback, don't make a comeback!

While cursing the parasite, he didn't forget to look at the piglet.This is a strategy, a strategy of self-protection: Little Albert has stepped into the shadow cast by the oak tree and formally walked into the Chai Xinlin.The cause of Piggy's restlessness might be hiding between the tree trunks, spying on Lu Meng's boy.

Although the forest in the south of the village has been cut down by villagers for hundreds of years, it still covers an area of ​​more than two hundred Bonnier (about two hundred hectares), and there is a stream divided by the Guy River flowing through it.In the depths of the woods, wild boars, foxes, and gray badgers have been infested all the time. Wild wolves have also ran from the baron's territory before. When children encounter these beasts, they are indeed prone to danger.

[Don’t worry too much.The wolf hasn't appeared for at least three years, and was killed by the villagers.Little Albert pushed aside the soft bush branches and walked into the pig-driving trail that the villagers stepped on.[At most, I will run into badgers and foxes, and even the smaller weasels.To deal with these beasts, I stab them out with one stick, and I still can’t put down seventy or eighty—]

On the left hand side, a 3-pieds (about one meter) tall elderberry sapling was suddenly crushed by a heavy object.The large green leaves fall right in front of the eyes.

The two piglets screamed and ran into the depths of the forest quickly, one left and the other right.Little Albert felt dazzled, his mouth was dry like a desert, his heart beating as if he was about to break through his chest, and every muscle in his body was crying, "Run, run!"

But he just couldn't escape.If there are wild wolves, or something worse, the child’s sprint is useless, and he will soon be thrown over by the wild beast.He must fight, fight like his father fought wolves, and grit his teeth and fight like his ancestors resisted the British-German bandits.

Just as his father had confessed countless times, the little Albert squeezed the brass whistle into his mouth with all his strength, and the sharp whistle sounded immediately, creating a grand echo in the lush forest.With this momentum, he quickly raised his hands on the pig-driving stick, and the iron tip tremblingly pointed to the broken tree, and the tail of the stick firmly pressed against the dirt floor as the elder brother taught when he returned home.

He has made all preparations, even if the old wild boar ran out, he should be able to face off for a few minutes.One second, two seconds, three seconds...Time slowly passed, and little Albert's intestines twisted and tightened, but the pile of green elderberry leaves just swayed up and down. Did not turn into a beast and pounced.

[Is it possible that I made a fuss?

The youngest son of Lumeng family licked his lips, feeling more uncomfortable in the stomach and intestines, and even gave birth to an obvious urge to vomit.If the beast appears, his life will be in danger, but if the beast does not appear, he will definitely suffer skin and flesh when he goes back:

The two piglets ran away. If they can’t be found, they will not get any oily smell at home next year. The brass whistle has blown. The British-German-lantern military supplies are more ear-piercing than ordinary bone whistles. It may be heard in the village of Boulevard.Octave, Lucien, Juul... the herders will definitely arrive first, and then the busy farmers in the fields. At least 20 or 30 people must run into the woods to help save the Lumen family. The youngest son.

[When they come over with a hoe and a pitchfork, what should I say?'It's all a misunderstanding, but what happened?'The story of the wolf is coming, people in the village have heard of it when they were young.At that time, I will not only be lashed in the village square, but my parents will take turns to beat my ass and shoulders when I return home. What should I do?What on earth to do?

Little Albert became more and more entangled when he thought about it, and tears almost came out.I don't know whether to say luck or misfortune. At this moment, the dead branches and leaves behind the elderberry suddenly appeared, and he barely released him from the embarrassment.

An unknown object with at least two arms long in brown and struggling to climb the gentle slope where the elderberry is.Every time it moves its body, its dirty palms will push many broken branches down the slope, bumping into the pig-driving path.As it crawled, the branches of elderberry began to suffer. No matter the green leaves or the dark yellow flower buds, they were pressed hard by unknown objects under their palms, turning them into a crumpled, dark red liquid full of nausea. Clumps.

[Wait, dark red liquid?!

Little Albert's eyes widened in fear, and his field of vision shrank suddenly, leaving only a small circle in front of him.He saw it clearly, and finally he saw it clearly. The strange object that broke the elderberry first, and then wanted to climb into the trail was a mortal, a strange mortal who was seriously injured, naked, and only strong enough to crawl.

"You--" Little Albert opened his mouth, unable to say a word for a long time.Under the pressure of fear, he first lowered the pig-driving stick, and then took two steps backwards. His eyes were blurred. He didn't know whether he was sweating or was frightened to tears by unexpected guests:

"What are you, are you hurt? Are you dying? Blood, bleeding all the time, who made you bleed? Wolf? Lion? Vampire? Still, still—you are talking!”

"Ah...Ah..." The stranger lifted his head laboriously, his greasy brown hair entangled into locks, his dirty face was covered with dirt and leaves, and he looked at it. Does not look good or bad, or young and old.On the whole face, the blue eyes still have brilliance, but no matter what angle they look at, they don't look like normal eyes.

[Not only sluggish, but also crazy.Much like the dead lunatic in the village, the poor worm who was locked in a wooden cage by his family.He is the second son of the Martin family, his name is...what is his name?

Little Albert thought hard, but just couldn't remember what a madman was called.However, he didn't need to think anymore soon.