The fenced mountain area in Fuzhou City had dense vegetation and complicated terrain. There were no rich mineral resources, so the local government did not pay much attention to the development of this area.
However, as the only natural ecological reserve and geological tourism resource, it was rich in wildlife and rare animals. There were 33 known species of beasts and 171 species of birds. Rare animals such as leopards, pythons, pangolins, deer, muntjac, swan, white pheasant, white crane, white stork, black stork, lovesick bird, mandarin duck, golden pheasant, tragopan, and grass bustard were distributed in the depths of the foothills.
Therefore, some viewing platforms were developed in the periphery of the mountain area to attract tourists. This also led to the economic growth of the villages at the edge of the mountain area.
Unfortunately, no literati had left anything here since ancient times. Therefore, it was not ranked among the countless magnificent scenic spots in the country.
In the depths of the mountain range, in this pure land of animals, there should be no traces of humans. However, there was a pile of cut wood neatly placed beside a pond in the valley. There was also a broken drill wood. It seemed that a primitive person had drilled wood here not long ago to start a fire.
Swoosh!
In the deep valley, a tall beast walked upright. The wild hair on its head was like a lion's mane. Its ferocious fangs were exposed outside its mouth. Its arms were as thick as pillars. Its sharp claws gently scratched the stone, and the stone washed by the pond for many years was easily crushed like tofu.
Its claws were too sharp. No matter what stone it was, it could leave a deep mark on it.
Its wild white fur looked majestic, and its scarlet eyes exuded a cold wildness.
The tattered cloth wrapped around its waist and covered its crotch. Together with its walking posture, it revealed a rich human nature.
If one looked closely at the cloth, they would find that it was originally a long-sleeved T-shirt and jeans.
"The sixth day!"
This human-like white lion used its sharp claws to carve out a word on a smooth stone. It was the Chinese character "six." Other than that, there was naturally one, two, three, four, five.
"Gululu."
The white lion opened its mouth and spoke fluent Mandarin. "Oh my god, I'm starving."
The humanoid lion showed a rich expression. It looked painful and weak as it walked to the pile of wood.
He stretched out his large palm and sharpened a piece of wood in a few strokes. Then, he began to rub the drill wood against another piece of wood.
Its terrifying eyes were as gentle as if it was looking at a baby. It carefully operated the machine, as if it was afraid of breaking some delicate treasure.
Unfortunately, it didn't take long before a cracking sound was heard.
The wood in his hand was broken, as fragile as tofu in his hand.
"Damn it!"
The white lion leaped up furiously and kicked the pile of wood away. Still not satisfied, it slapped the tree trunk beside it, directly slapping the tree into two.
After messing around for a while, it sat on the ground in frustration, its eyes showing that it was suffering.
It was going crazy.
"I want meat! I want to eat meat! I can't take it anymore! "
Its entire body was exuding a wild and irritable aura. It arched its body and shot out in an instant, easily leaping from tree to tree.
This white lion was filled with explosive power. Its wild nature was surging within its body. Its hearing and eyesight far exceeded that of humans. Its vision could easily penetrate the dense and complex forest.
Sensing the rhythm of its surroundings, no living creature could escape its senses. Even the movement of a worm could be clearly seen by it.
There were many wild animals hidden in the forest in the valley. The white-haired lion relied on its hunting instincts to lock onto these prey from afar.
Following its instinctive talent, it did not need to see or hear. It could keenly capture the traces of its prey from afar.
This was the hunting rhythm it felt at this moment!
After locking onto the target, it instantly pounced out of the shadows and pierced its sharp claws into the back of a wild rabbit's head, killing it in one strike. This rabbit died without any pain or struggle.
From the start of the hunt to locking onto a target dozens of meters away and then instantly pouncing on it, the entire process only took a few seconds.
That swift and fierce movement, that ferocious posture, and that vigorous figure, it was completely like a natural hunter in nature.
However, such a king of the jungle, in this mountain where prey was plentiful, could only eat one meal and then another.
"I'm starving to death!" The white-haired lion spoke in human language. After struggling in pain for a while, it quickly devoured the rabbit meat and finished it in a few bites.
It was not that it could not find food, but it could not make up its mind to eat it alive. So every time it could not take it anymore, it would eat raw meat and drink blood.
This was because this fellow with the appearance of a white-haired lion was actually a human. At least, his soul was a human. He was a reporter from Shanghai Morning Light Newspaper named Lan Mu.
A week ago, Lan Mu received a mission saying that someone had sent an anonymous letter to complain that the management of the Fengli Mountain Scenic Area in Fu Zhou City was not doing anything. They did not supervise the local nature reserves well enough, allowing a poaching gang to wantonly hunt wild animals and endangered animals in the nature reserves.
The chief editor asked him to go to the relevant local departments to interview and understand the situation. It would be better if he could secretly investigate the truth.
Lan Mu was young and full of vigor. He wanted to become famous and make some achievements. After receiving this mission, he naturally wanted to find traces of the poaching gang.
So on the day he arrived in Fu Zhou City, he did not go to the relevant departments. Instead, he took a car directly to the Fengli Mountain Scenic Area, bought a ticket, took the cable car, and asked many staff members in various scenic areas to understand the situation.
Originally, he did not find out anything from these people. In the end, on his way back in disappointment, he was unexpectedly attacked.
It was getting late. In a sparsely populated scenic area, a few people attacked him from behind. They knocked him out and threw him over the safety fence.
He rolled all the way down the slope. Within a few seconds, the pain woke him up.
When he woke up, he realized that he was rolling rapidly. He panicked. At first, he wanted to reach out and grab something, but the rolling was too fast. His whole body was curled up like a wheel as he rolled down. Some weak branches and bushes were crushed. He rolled down, and there were many wounds on his body every second. The places that were slightly protruding would bounce him up, and he felt that his bones were broken.
He knew that it was impossible for him to stop on the slope, so he could only resign himself to fate. He covered his head with his hands and tried his best to protect himself.
He gritted his teeth and endured the pain. His soft waist was exposed, and he had no idea how many times he had been hit. Every bone in his body was aching. Under the continuous heavy blows, he finally couldn't take it anymore and fainted again.
He did not know how long had passed, but when he woke up, he choked on water. The cold water woke him up, and he drank two mouthfuls of water. His windpipe was suffocating.
The crisis of death forced him to move his limbs, and he frantically paddled upwards. Every movement of his limbs was painful to the bone. It felt like his whole body was fractured.
Rushing out of the water, he squinted his eyes and swam towards the shore. Finally, he held his last breath and climbed onto a rock.
When he relaxed, he didn't even have the time to be happy that he survived. But he tragically found that he couldn't move. He had no idea how many bones in his body were broken.
He had lost all feeling in his limbs, and he could only lie on the wet ground and wait for death.
He couldn't call for help, and he was waiting for death here. The injuries on his body were too severe. If he couldn't be treated in time, he might not be able to survive the night.
Just as his consciousness was blurred and he was about to fall asleep.
A snake crawled to his side, and right next to him, there was a pile of animal carcasses. There was a lot of scarlet muscle tissue, bones, and flesh. It seemed like many animals had died there. On top of this pile of flesh, there was a small white ball. It was milky white and spotless.
The snake's target wasn't him, but the small milky white ball. When the snake was about ten centimeters away from the small ball, the small ball suddenly flew up by itself and drilled into the small snake's body.
Immediately after, the small snake's body was covered with a layer of milky white film, and then it rushed towards him in pain.
In less than two seconds, there was a bang. The small snake exploded, leaving behind a pile of broken bones, and the small ball fell out of the flesh.
Because the small snake was close, after it exploded, it brought the small ball to Lan Mu's body. Unsurprisingly, the small ball drilled directly into Lan Mu's body.
Lan Mu saw the entire process of the snake's body being exploded by the white ball. He thought that he would definitely die, but he didn't expect that he would save his life.
His body was also wrapped in a layer of milky white substance, and all the cells in his body were itching. This kind of itch was inside the body, and he couldn't scratch it. It was so uncomfortable that he wanted to die.
But the expected explosion didn't happen. The itch lasted for a few seconds before it disappeared. Then, he felt better than ever.
With a push, Lan Mu stood up directly, and the painful injuries on his body miraculously disappeared.
This bizarre experience pulled him back from the desperate situation of being on the verge of death with broken bones all over his body, and healed all his injuries.
But at the same time, he paid an unacceptable price. His body swelled up, and he was at least two meters tall. His muscles were strong, and his shoes were torn by his big feet.
He became a white-furred lion beastman.
Although this monster's body was shaped like a lion, Lan Mu knew that it was definitely not a real lion.
It was too strong. Whether it was strength, speed, or the mysterious energy in its body, it was definitely not a creature from Earth.
Its sharp claws could tear apart all the materials in this mountain, and its tall body was extremely agile. It could easily jump on the branches.
What was even more terrifying was that it instinctively had the ability to hunt.
Its amazing eyesight and sense of smell were nothing. His monster-like body hid a strange energy.
Once this innate energy was released, it could let him feel the rhythm of living creatures within a one-kilometer radius, and all prey would have nowhere to hide.
And when he used this energy to move stealthily, even if he stood in front of the prey, the prey couldn't see him, and couldn't sense the danger at all.
It was as if he was invisible.
At first, Lan Mu was very excited. He wantonly ran, jumped, and released the exuberant wildness in his body in the valley.
But then, he quieted down. How could he expose himself in front of others when he had become like this?
He had become a wild beast, and wild beasts should stay in the mountains. He couldn't return to society anymore.
What else could he do? As a modern person, how could he live after becoming such a monster? Hide in the mountains and eat raw meat? Until one day, he was discovered, and then captured and dissected for research?
Not being able to return to society was simply torture for Lan Mu.
Thinking about his future life, he was muddle-headed and lost for three days.
These three days, he hid in the mountains, acting like a king, but he didn't dare to go out. Even if he could easily climb mountains and climb cliffs with his bare hands.
Only when he felt that he couldn't bear the hunger anymore did he wake up.
No matter what his future was, he had to survive now. No matter what kind of creature it was, they all had a strong desire to survive. As long as he could survive, perhaps one day, he could become a human again.
However, until now, on the sixth day of his monster-like transformation, he had only eaten three meals.
For six days in a row, he only ate three meals of rabbit. Even if he was a powerful beast, he was still starving.
In fact, the stronger the beast, the greater the need for food. Tyrannical muscle strength, a huge and sturdy body, and agile and sharp movements all consumed a lot of his physical strength. Especially the mysterious power in his body, which allowed him to pass through layers of barriers to sense his prey, and he could also become invisible. This kind of power was the most exhausting. After using it a few times, he could clearly feel that the energy in his body was empty.
Under extreme hunger, his wild nature often surpassed his rationality, so when he was hungry, he would eat raw meat and eat raw meat!
After eating, he immediately felt psychological discomfort, not only because his soul was human, but also because of this body.
He didn't know what kind of beast the white lion was, but it also seemed to like cooked food. But after eating meat for a few days, the wild nature in his body became wilder and wilder, and he gradually didn't reject meat.
If he didn't eat cooked food, he was afraid that he would completely lose his rationality and become a wild and bloodthirsty beast.
"Sigh, actually I've killed a lot of prey. Every time I can't bear it, I'll abuse my ability to hunt small animals. Now, I've killed so many people, why should I pretend to be an environmentalist?"
Lan Mu kept convincing himself in his mind. He had already killed, so why should he care about eating? Anyway, he couldn't go back to human society. Why not just live like a wild beast and eat raw meat?
His life had completely changed, and he was afraid to forget that he was once a human.
"Ah!"
Lan Mu looked up to the sky and roared. His voice was like the roar of tigers, leopards, and lions. The small animals nearby were frightened and fled.
"Fire! I have to find fire! Damn it, why else would they say fire is the source of civilization! It's too damn important! "
Six days, he had been in this deep forest for six days. Now, he finally decided to go out. He didn't want to stay any longer, he just needed to steal fire.
And to steal fire, he had to get close to the exit of the cable car. There was an observation deck and staff office there, and there were people on duty all year round. He remembered that he once interviewed a person on duty. That person smoked, so he must have a lighter.
"Sigh, stealing fire …"
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