Early in the morning, the whole mountain village was shrouded in mist. In the mist, trees and houses were faintly discernible. Occasionally, the barking of two dogs and the crowing of chickens could be heard, which was the only sound that could be heard at this time.
But on this day, it was very different. As soon as the sky brightened, a burst of festive music and drums could be heard. Then, a group of people wearing red auspicious clothes walked from the east side of the village to the west side. The person walking at the front was a tall and strong man about 20 years old. He was riding on an old horse and wore bright red auspicious clothes. There was a big red flower in his hair, and his face was full of joy.
The horse was not a big one, but in this small mountain village, it was absolutely unique. Therefore, along the way, it attracted the attention of all the villagers. It took them an hour to walk a distance of less than two miles.
Little Shiba was still wearing open-crotch pants and sitting on a small stool. But today, the stool had been moved outside the door. Behind him was the closed door. He looked at the group of people walking toward him with a smirk, sitting as steady as Mount Tai.
"Stop!"
With a shrill cry, the wedding procession stopped. A gorgeously dressed matchmaker waved a fan and walked over with a smile.
"Hey, isn't this the fourth son of the Zhou family? Why are you sitting here today? Do you want to block the door? Come on, I have candy here. Go to the side and eat it!" As she spoke, she took out three or four pieces of candy from nowhere and stuffed them into Little Shiba's hand. On the other side, she pulled Little Shiba's sleeve, trying to pull him up from the stool and out of the way.
"How can there be such a good thing? Where's the red packet?"
Little Shiba screamed. He raised his hand and the candy in his hand flew around. One of them hit the head of the matchmaker.
"My sister said that if I don't get enough red packets, I won't be allowed to leave!"
The crowd around him roared with laughter. Wang Tianlei, who was riding on the horse, also laughed. He jumped off the horse and walked to Little Shiba. He took out a red packet from his arms and stuffed it into Little Shiba's hand.
Little Shiba felt it was quite heavy. He opened it and found that there were three or four copper coins in it. Then he stood up with satisfaction, picked up his small stool, sat aside, and watched the bridegroom begin to knock on the door.
Blocking the door was not a big deal. Three or four copper coins were quite a lot for a family in the mountain. Moreover, he looked like a three-year-old child, but there was a man in his twenties or thirties in his body. If he continued to make trouble, he would be embarrassed. He did not mean to embarrass the bridegroom.
But Buttface, who was hiding behind the door, made a lot of noise. He blocked the door for more than an hour before the bridegroom was let in.
What happened next was simple. Everything went according to procedure.
Little Shiba came from another world and had never seen an ancient wedding. Obviously, the wedding in such a small mountain village was not like the wedding he had seen on TV in his previous life, nor was it like the one described in novels. Everything was very simple. After picking up the bridegroom, it was the bridal chamber. Obviously, it had nothing to do with Little Shiba.
What he was looking forward to most now was the meal.
Since he was born, he had not had a good meal except for the Spring Festival every year.
In fact, nowadays, people's stomachs were very thin. It was a good thing to find such an opportunity to eat meat.
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The wedding was very lively. Everyone in the village came with their families. Obviously, they had the same idea as Little Shiba.
The meal had not been served yet, but the tea had already been prepared. Melon seeds, peanuts, and so on were also indispensable. Therefore, the villagers sat at the same table, chatting, joking, lecturing their grandchildren, beating their sons. Anyway, there were all kinds of things. Everyone was beaming with joy, as if they were looking for a wife in their own family. Everywhere was filled with a festive atmosphere, until a scream came from outside the door.
It was a high-pitched scream. It was not a scream of excitement, but a scream of fear.
Little Shiba's heart jumped to his throat when he heard the scream. Why? Because he could tell that it was his sister, Zhou Hua.
Little Shiba and Zhou Hua were more than ten years apart. It could be said that Zhou Hua had been responsible for taking care of him since he was born. She had raised him until now, so he was very familiar with her. Zhou Hua also liked her well-behaved little brother, who was much more obedient than that little bastard Boxer. Therefore, Little Shiba knew it was Zhou Hua's scream the moment he heard it.
Zhou Hua had not entered the house yet. She was still in the bridal sedan chair. Judging from the excitement of the people around, it was obvious that the bridal sedan chair was about to enter Wang Tianlei's house.
According to the rules, at this time, the bride could not make a sound, let alone get out of the bridal sedan chair. But something must have happened for her to suddenly scream like that.
Little Shiba had no time to think about it. He rushed out of Wang Tianlei's shabby yard. More than one person came out with him. It was the whole yard. As soon as they went out, they saw the scene outside the yard. They were all shocked, including Little Shiba.
What is that?
A dog? A wolf?
I've never seen such a big thing!
The bridal sedan chair had fallen apart. Fortunately, Zhou Hua was fine, but the red headscarf covering her head had fallen to the ground. On the ground, there was a pool of bright red blood. However, among the eight porters, only one was injured. The pool of blood on the ground was left by him. But he did not run away. Like the other porters, he formed a semicircle and surrounded the instigator.
Obviously, the instigator did not realize that he had been surrounded. He stood there and slowly chewed his harvest, which was a large piece of flesh torn from the injured porter's left hand.
It was a wolf, a big wolf. It was no different from the wolves that Little Shiba had seen in his previous life. The only difference was its size, which was as big as a Siberian tiger.
He had never seen a wolf of such a size.
The wolf's entire body was covered in glossy black fur. The most eye-catching part was its left eye. It didn't have a left eye, and there was a huge scar on its left eye that extended all the way to its forehead. It was very eye-catching.
"The One-eyed Wolf! The One-eyed Wolf from West Mountain has come down from the mountain!"
A cry of surprise came from the crowd, and then there was chaos.
The One-eyed Wolf from West Mountain!
Upon hearing these words, Little Shiba's heart was in his throat again.
For people in this mountain village, the One-eyed Wolf from West Mountain was a legend.
It was the most ferocious beast in the mountains. According to the legend, the One-eyed Wolf was the head wolf and king of a wolf pack. However, it was defeated in a fight and was blinded by the new wolf king. Dying, it was abandoned by the wolf pack and became a lone wolf to fend for itself.
This kind of thing was not rare. It happened in the wolf pack from time to time. However, for some unknown reason, the Old Wolf Eye returned to the wolf pack after two years. Not only did he kill the Wolf King who had defeated him back then, he spent a whole five years killing all the other wolves in the wolf pack and became a true lone wolf.
Of course, this was just a legend, a legend that had been circulating in this mountain village for nearly a hundred years.
Little Shiba didn't care about this legend at all. Two years later, he returned to the wolf pack and spent another five years killing all the wolves in the wolf pack. Why did this legend sound like a description in a novel? How did you know it was two years later? How did you know it took the One-eyed Wolf five years? Could it be that the guy who left this legend had been following the One-eyed Wolf all those years? Little Shiba thought to himself.
Besides, this legend had been circulating for a hundred years. Even if it was true, the One-eyed Wolf should have died long ago. The lifespan of a wolf was not as long as that of a human being. It could only be 20 years at most. Now that 100 years had passed, no matter how powerful a wolf was, it should have become a skeleton. Could it be that this guy had become a demon?
What was more ridiculous was that people in the mountain village still regarded West Mountain as a taboo. Hunters never dared to go there, for fear of offending the taboo of the legendary lone wolf.
Now, Little Shiba felt ridiculous because he had personally witnessed the taboo legend of the One-eyed Wolf that had been circulating in the mountain village for nearly a hundred years.
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