Section 91 Old woman

Putting down his gun and looking at the direction where the big-horned flock was gone, Lin Xiang could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

This was his eighth hunt in two weeks. In addition to the target he just hit, he got twenty-four sheep. However, in the first seven hunts, except for the first prey hit by the first shot, all the targets hit by the second or third shots did not survive. Despite the use of anesthesia bullets, the bighorn sheep with strong physical energy suddenly burst out in a short period of time could not forcibly terminate this terrible instinct reaction and high-speed blood circulation after their body was paralyzed. They could only lie on the ground with wide eyes wide open, suffering from the increased blood flow rate, but their muscles and bodies were unable to perform synchronous movements. In the end, the accumulated kinetic energy had to press the fragile blood vessels to explode suddenly, breaking through the limitations of the heart, forcibly gushing out from the mouth, eyes, nose and other parts, and their four hooves twitched and died tragically.

The alienation caused by radiation makes these timid animals more sensitive than their ancestors in the old era. They are in a highly nervous state at any time. Except for being hit in a calm state, the anesthetic warheads can only cause them to die in other cases. Lin Xiang, who has a six-star speed, can control the sniper rifle to fire continuously in a short period of time with his agile hand speed, but can only obtain a living prey when the other party is in a quiet foraging state.

Domestication requires living bodies. Inject sedatives in moderation and temptation with green and tender corn stems. The captured live sheep can quickly adapt to the new captive environment. Although these timid animals are always looking for opportunities to escape, compared to pigs and hens that want to eat the breeder's breeder at any time, they are indeed real and docile domestic animals.

Lin Xiang jumped into the driver's seat flexibly, turned the key hard and started the car. The off-road vehicle roared, first retreated a few meters, then almost fell down, and ran towards the direction where the prey was.

Five ewes, two rams, and one lamb should be enough to form the first domesticated sheep breed in Yinyue Town.

The climate in the wilderness in summer is terrifyingly hot. Even if the sun is always hidden behind the clouds, it can still feel the high temperature it releases.

Compared to the desperate cold winter, the hot summer makes people more lazy. Thinking about the lazy ghosts who lie in a cool shade corner, relaxing and napping, scattering salty sweat and working hard in the sun that is enough to peel off is indeed an unbearable cruel punishment.

A thin figure in rags slowly walked from a distance. In order to make the body feel the chill more clearly, the clothes that should have been tied were open, revealing skin that was dirty like black mud and covered with gray scale moss on the surface. Judging from the two aging and wrinkled breasts on the chest, which were tugged on the belly like leather bags, the visitor was obviously an elderly woman.

Her lower body was wrapped in a dirty rag strip, and the ribs pressed against the skin could be clearly seen on her skin. Her hair was almost completely shedding, and large balls of pink pus were rushing to grow from the surface of the bare cortex. The rotten sores were filled with disgusting viscous yellow liquid, and several flies with strong interest were hovering over her head, falling down from time to time, desperately swallowing a few mouthfuls of pus and then flying up quickly. The old woman seemed to have been numb to this harassment mixed with the annoying "buzzing" sound. She seemed too lazy to drive away these damn little reptiles, but subconsciously tickled the itchy parts on her head with her dirty nails, staggering, and moving mechanically and woodenly towards the depths of the grass.

She walked aimlessly in the dense bushes, stretching out her fingers as thin as dry wood from time to time, digging out the delicate rhizomes of a certain plant from the soil, rubbing it casually on the surface of the ragged clothes, and stuffing it into her mouth with the unfallen mud pieces. Maybe it was because the food was not very good, or the slight bitter needle sensation in the radiated juice, and the dense wrinkles on the old woman's face were slowly twisted into a direction that made her feel very uncomfortable.

Despite this, she did not spit out all the moisture in her mouth, which was sucked dry, and turned into pieces of slag. She was still chewing slowly. Her lips, which shrank inward due to the fallen teeth, were squirming rhythmically. At first glance, it looked like the anus that had not been washed clean in the center of her butt had grown in the wrong place.

A slight breathing came from deep into the grass, which attracted the old woman's attention. She instinctively stopped all movements, held her breath, and focused her ears to carefully distinguish the source of the sound. Suddenly, her eyes were pressed by heavy eyelids that were about to close and closed, and unexpectedly released a gaze of surprise and ecstasy. Through the gaps where the shrubs and grass leaves overlapped, she clearly saw a gray-shaped big-horned sheep lying on the side deep in the grass, opening her lips and twitching weakly.

"John——"

The old woman opened her mouth wide, and she cheered like a drowning victim in her throat, almost rushing over from where she stood like a hungry wolf, spreading her arms to tie the anesthetized animal in her arms. She greedily caressed the trembling sheep body, her eyes as hot as two miniature suns. Her fingers were full of wrinkles and blackness, grinding and black, fuzzing back and forth to explore the two rows of breasts under the sheep's belly. The sensitive stimulation prompted the ewe instinctively felt danger. It twisted desperately and wanted to struggle, but could not get rid of the control of the anesthetic. She could only open her fearful eyes and tremble in despair in the old woman's arms that emitted a smell of body.

"Praise God, today is my lucky day. What should I do? Cut it into pieces and cook it into soup? Or add salt to dry it into jerky meat? Jojojo! Such a big sheep is enough to eat for a long time."

The unexpected prey stimulated the old woman's empty stomach and intestines to make an uncontrollable rumbling sound. If possible, she wanted to tear off a piece of fresh meat from the ewe and taste the taste. But she didn't do that. Although the uncontrolled crystal greedy saliva flowed from the corner of her mouth, she was muttering to herself, and she was desperately thinking about what method to use to monopolize the entire sheep.

"No, you can't bring this cute little cute back to the camp. That bastard Bazarov won't even give me a trace of meat. They are a group of damn pigs. Last night these guys promised to give me a piece of bread after having fun, but in the end they gave me a fist. No, you must not let them know that I'm here-"

Just as the old woman frowned and racked her brains, a slight tremor suddenly came from the ground. With the roar of the engine, a rolling stream of smoke and dust appeared on the horizon in the distance.

The old woman's nerves were tense in an instant. She widened her eyes and hugged the ewe in her arms tightly. Her fearful body trembled rhythmically with the vibration from the ground.

There is no doubt that the visitor must be related to the ewe he just discovered. It is impossible for a strong and powerful sheep without movement to suddenly appear in the wilderness for no reason. The direction of the smoke and dust approaching is also pointing here - obviously, that is the real owner of the prey.

The rational judgment made the old woman's heart became even more greedy. She was pale and her eyes widened, and her violently trembling fingers were deeply pinched into the soft flesh of the ewe. It seemed that she wanted to use this most direct and simple method to keep things that did not belong to her.

The off-road vehicle that jumped out of the smoke suddenly slowed down about five meters away from the old woman. The huge inertia pushed the vehicle body to slide out horizontally, and the wide and sturdy tires stopped steadily at a distance close to the target under the obstruction of rough sand and stone. Several bushes of crushed shrubs stuck to the surface of the tire, flowing out light green juice with a pungent smell.

Through the windshield in front of the car, he looked at the old woman who was trembling violently but still hugged the ewe tightly. Lin Xiang's two beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, and then quickly stretched out. He took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and pushed open the car door. The moment the soles of his boots came into contact with the ground, he clearly noticed the rough texture from the sand and stones.

From the distance from the shooting site to the location of the ewe, there was a spacious dry riverbed that divided the wilderness into two halves. The densely grown shrub blocked the view of observation. When the car drove closer, Lin Xiang discovered this natural obstacle. As a last resort, he had to walk along the riverbed and crossed through a slightly gentle slope. For this reason, he spent nearly half an hour.

Lin Xiang is not a stingy person. If he were a dead sheep, he would give it to the other party without hesitation. After all, this thin old woman looks really pitiful.

But the situation is different now. This is a living ewe. If it is successfully domesticated, it will mean that more lambs will be born in the future. Fresh lamb, cheese, wool fabrics... many things that only exist in imagination may become reality. This simple equal-quantity conversion relationship makes Lin Xiang have to get his prey that should belong to him.

"Hi!"

He stepped forward a few steps and tried to find words suitable for such occasions: "Thank you for helping me take care of it for so long. The bullet flew so fast that I ran for a long time before I found it. Thank you, thank you for your help."

The old woman's eyes were frighteningly cold. Although her body was trembling uncontrollably due to fear, she still gritted her teeth tightly, and her wrinkled face was full of threats and hostility.

The dull atmosphere and the heat are so quiet that it makes people feel a little suffocated.

Lin Xiang frowned, turned around and took the backpack from the carriage, and took out a large piece of corn biscuit weighing two kilograms. After thinking about it, he simply took out all the food in the bag, strode to the old woman, and said kindly: "I'll exchange these with you, can I do it?"

The old woman's face changed instantly and soon returned to normal. But a rare softness appeared in her eyes when she stared at Lin Xiang, and it was also mixed with unconcealed greed and cunning.

"...Leave the gun and bullets, and the sheep belongs to you." She almost snatched the cookies handed to her, and bit her a big bite, with heavy breathing in her throat and chewing vagueness. She pointed to the AK rifle placed on the secondary seat of the off-road vehicle, and expressed her intentions in an unknown voice but clearly.

Lin Xiang took a deep breath, and a sharp flashed in the darkness in his eyes. He said word by word: "Don't go too far. This is my prey."

The change from gentle moments to cold tones made the old woman shudder. She had no doubt that if she continued to argue, the handsome young man would pull out an amazing pistol and blew her head. But she had no intention of letting go. She clasped the ewe's neck with one hand and grabbed the food with the other. Her shriveled and toothless lips swallowed the biscuits at an astonishing speed, and her eyes that were flickering with fearful eyes were turning cunningly.

"Leave the gun and the bullet. Otherwise, I'll kill it-"

The greedy old woman saw through the key of Lin Xiang's most worried issue. She knew very well that people with guns and cars were definitely not the ones she could provoke. She just wanted to gamble. In fact, if this young man was as arrogant as Bazarov, she would have given up this ewe that did not belong to her. However, the politeness in Lin Xiang's mind that continued from the old times and his instinctive sympathy for the elderly and the weak became her biggest threat and reliance for the price at this moment.

"Enough-"

Looking at the greedy old woman coldly, Lin Xiang's muscles suddenly bulged without any warning, and his legs burst out with powerful force pushed his body to fly out at a speed that was difficult to detect with his naked eyes. Before the old woman could react, her powerful and flexible palms had already pinched her claws that were buckled on the ewe's neck and swung her hard to the side. Amid the screams and screams, she threw this thin body, which was almost invisible to the weight, into the grass several meters away.

"Bazarov-Kik-Come here, I'm here-"

The old woman rolled to the ground shouted at the top of her lungs, her eyes staring red, and she looked like a legendary evil witch. She scratched the abscesses on her head hard, and a snoring sound in her chest, like pulling a set of old-fashioned bellows, and her shriveled and dirty breasts were shaking back and forth with her body. While shouting, she opened her thin arms and put all the food scattered on the ground desperately together and stuffed them into her pockets full of holes.

He grabbed the ewe's legs and put it into the space specially left in the back of the car. Lin Xiang, who was angry, picked up the AK rifle from the passenger seat, pulled the safety forcefully, and pointed the black and cold muzzle tightly towards the depths of the grass behind the old woman.

A group of people were approaching here quickly from a distance of hundreds of meters away. Although they didn't understand what the old woman was shouting, these uninvited strangers obviously had nothing to do with her.

In less than ten minutes, more than a dozen ragged refugees had already appeared in the middle of their sight, standing on the fragile bushes. Seeing Lin Xiang holding an assault rifle and the old woman slumped on the ground, they were stunned at first, then raised simple weapons such as sticks in their hands, and their eyes were full of vigilance and hostility. As their eyes touched the food and off-road vehicles on the ground, the expression on their faces became a little excited and surprised, and the breathing between their mouths and noses became more and more heavy.

"Bazarov, it's him, he snatched my sheep-" The strength from somewhere, the thin old woman jumped up from the ground, hugged a particularly strong man among the refugees, screaming as if she was injected with chicken blood.

"Mat Liangna, shut up the fuck-"

Bazarov broke away from the old woman's hand in disgust, spat hard on the ground, frowned and looked at Lin Xiang standing in front of him. After a while, he asked in an uncertain tone: "Who are you? What's going on?"

"Do you think I will steal her stuff?" Lin Xiang snorted coldly and raised his gun.

In response to this move, several old-style gunpowder guns with amazing caliber were immediately extended among the riots. Although this old-style weapon was slowly loaded, it had terrible power at close range.

Seeing this, Lin Xiang didn't care about letting go of his left hand holding the handle of the gun and stretched out smoothly. Under the gaze of countless doubtful eyes, a ball of hot flames as high as mites suddenly emerged from the center of his smooth palm. The flames that rose like dragons suddenly caused a burst of exclamation and panic among the refugees.

"...Are you a psychic?" Bazarov's eyes twitched. He suddenly felt his throat dry, as bitter as if he had lived in the desert for a week. After hesitating for a moment, he finally said nothing, turned around and walked towards the way he came.

"He has only one person, what's scary about it?"

Seeing this scene, the old woman Mart Liangna waved her thin arms high like a cat with her tail stepped on, screaming with a sharp and harsh voice: "So what about the superpower? We have so many people and weapons, enough to crush this guy like an ant. Look at this car, look at his beautiful jacket, kill him, and divide everything. Bazarov, you are such a courageous coward. Take out the ruthless force you poke me on my ass and cut off the head of this little white-faced face. I can do whatever you want to play tonight-"

A burst of laughter broke out from the refugees. Although the eyes of the pairs looking at Lin Xiang and the off-road vehicle behind him were full of naked greed and possessiveness, no one really did what Mart Liangna said. They were not stupid, and the old woman's bewitching and reality comparison could easily distinguish the obvious difference. If they were an ordinary person, even if Mart Liangna didn't say it, they would chop the other party into meat sauce. But the other party was an extremely powerful psychic... and they had to seriously consider the terrible consequences of wantonization.

Robbery is not worth the effort to make your life.

Bazarov rushed over in anger, kicked Mart Liangna hard on the ass, widened his eyes and roared: "You shameless old bitch, go back to the camp. Let's talk nonsense, believe it or not, I will shoot you down a little more with one shot? Get out! Go back-"
Chapter completed!