Wang Yao's village was not big, but it was not small either. News about a Tibetan mastiff would quickly spread throughout the village. It was worth gossiping about.
This Tibetan mastiff did not belong to this village.
"Someone come!"
At this moment, someone suddenly shouted, cutting through the night sky. It sounded very anxious.
"Let's go and have a look," Wang Fenghua said.
"Okay."
Wang Yao went home and took a wooden stick in his hand. He did not forget to close the door before leaving.
The father and son followed the direction of the shout and saw a group of people on a street. The person in the lead was a man who was carrying a person on his back and walking in a hurry. Then, a car drove over in a hurry. They got into the car and left quickly.
"What happened?" someone next to him asked.
"He was bitten by a dog."
"A dog? Is it so fierce?"
"Yes, it seems to be a big dog. It bit his neck."
Big dog? Is it the Tibetan mastiff just now?
Wang Yao turned his head and looked in the direction of his home.
"Dad, let's go home." Although he had closed the door, he was still worried about his mother and sister.
"Okay."
The father and son returned home. The mother and daughter, who were waiting at home, hurriedly asked what had happened. Wang Yao told them what had just happened.
"Tibetan mastiff?" Wang Ru was shocked. "Someone in the village has this kind of dog?"
"Is this dog very fierce?"
"But, one mastiff can fight against three wolves!" Wang Ru said.
"Oh, you can even fight tigers and lions," Wang Yao said with a smile.
"What? So fierce? Is it still a dog?" Zhang Xiuying asked.
"Mom, I'm just talking nonsense. How can there be such a powerful dog in the world? Not to mention lions and tigers, even aardwolves are not something a dog can handle. However, this kind of Tibetan mastiff is indeed more fierce and territorial. It's not a problem for it to pounce on a big man. I just glanced at it. That dog is quite big, like a calf."
"Why did it suddenly come to our village?"
"I'm not sure."
That night, dogs would bark from time to time in the village.
The next morning, after breakfast, Wang Yao went out. Just as he was about to head south, he saw several men from the village coming out of an alley with sticks in their hands.
"What's going on?!" He was stunned.
"Hey, hey, everyone, pay attention!"
At this moment, the broadcast that had been silent for a long time suddenly sounded.
After listening to the radio for a while, Wang Yao learned that three people had been bitten by the Tibetan Mastiff in the village overnight. This morning, the Tibetan Mastiff directly rushed into a house and bit a child. The group of men with sticks were the villagers who had organized to look for the mad dog.
"F * ck, where did that mad dog run off to?!" The leader of the group had a strong back and a bear waist. His face was full of anger. He wanted to smash the Tibetan mastiff into meat paste immediately. Just last night, the Tibetan mastiff rushed into his house and bit a relative who was visiting his house, which made him very angry. ‘
"Yao, hurry up and go home. Don't wander around by yourself. Didn't you hear the broadcast just now?" One of the men saw Wang Yao and shouted at him.
"Got it, Uncle. I'll go back right away," Wang Yao replied with a smile.
After they walked away, Wang Yao wanted to continue to go up the hill, but he received a call from his family. His family was also worried about him and did not let him go up the hill alone. This time, his mother's tone was very tough. He had no choice but to go home and wait.
As a result, he did not hear the broadcast in the village for the whole morning. The village dog did not seem to bark much, which meant that the Tibetan Mastiff that had bitten people in the village last night should have left.
The danger should have been eliminated.
At noon, after lunch, Wang Yao decided to go up the hill to have a look.
"What if the mad dog is still in the village?" Zhang Xiuying did not let him go.
"Can't I go with a stick?"
"What's the use of a stick? You don't know how to beat a dog with a stick!"
"Look, Mom." Wang Yao picked up a stone. The Qi in his abdomen flowed to his right hand. With a crack, the stone broke into several pieces.
Huh? Zhang Xiuying was stunned.
"It's OK. Don't worry."
In the end, Wang Yao went out of the house with the thick bamboo pole and went to Nanshan Hill.
Huh?
When he reached the foot of the hill, he suddenly stopped and looked at the road. Then, he bent down.
There were a few drops of blood on the road. It had dried.
"Why is there blood here?"
He continued to walk forward for a while. After a while, he saw the same blood.
Could it be the Tibetan Mastiff? Wang Yao looked up into the distance and unconsciously quickened his pace.
He followed the winding road and went around a mountain. Nanshan Hill was in front of him.
Woof! Woof! Woof! He heard the dog barking on the hill from afar.
Something is wrong!
He hurried up the hill. Before he reached the hillside, he suddenly stopped.
What is that?
He saw a dog. It was as big as a calf. It was covered with long black fur. There were several wounds on its body. It was the Tibetan Mastiff that bit several people in the village last night.
The Tibetan Mastiff was lying on the ground. Its body was a little stiff. It was not bullied. Wang Yao went closer and found that the Tibetan Mastiff was dead. There was a big pool of blood under its body. The fatal wound was on its throat, where it was bitten open. The other wound was on its abdomen, where it was torn open.
What animal killed the Tibetan Mastiff? Are there other beasts on Nanshan Hill? It shouldn't be. I have been on Nanshan Hill for several years. I have spent a considerable amount of time here. I have never seen any beasts. The only one that can be counted as a bird of prey is Da Xia.
While Wang Yao was puzzled, the dog, San Xian, rushed down the hill.
"Hey, San Xian, what happened to you?"
When San Xian came closer, Wang Yao found that San Xian's fur was a little messy. Some parts of his fur were missing. There was some blood at the corner of his mouth. He wagged his tail excitedly when he saw Wang Yao.
"Wait!" Wang Yao looked at San Xian carefully. He then turned to look at the Tibetan Mastiff on the ground. He had a bold guess in his heart.
"This Tibetan mastiff must have been killed by you, right?"
Woof! Woof! San Xian responded and raised his paw to point at the hill.
"Not only you, but also Da Xia?"
Woof! Woof!
"Good fellow, good job!" Wang Yao patted San Xian in front of him. San Xian was less than half the size of the Tibetan Mastiff. It was quite impressive that he could cooperate with the goshawk to kill the mad dog.
But, how did the Tibetan Mastiff die at the foot of the hill?
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