HLnovel Chapter 189 Seeing a Familiar Woman in the Old Workshop's Wooden House
Chapter 189 Seeing a Familiar Woman in the Old Workshop's Wooden House
He knew all too well the sound of hunting dogs whimpering softly. Ordinary hunting dogs would either bark or let out a defiant, threatening growl, full of imposing presence. Only the cowardly, timid slippery dogs would cower in a corner, whimpering softly, to call him.
Li Ju'an knew it was Tiechui. Following the sound, he led Lu Zhiqiang more than 100 meters west and they actually saw a trap.
There was a small front paw on the clip, which seemed to be the front paw of a Weasel spirit, and there was blood on the ground.
He took a couple more steps and discovered that the flesh on Wong Tai Sin's hind legs and thighs was torn apart, but it didn't look like it had been torn apart by a wild animal. The middle part of the thighs was difficult to bite, so it must have been torn off by itself.
Judging from the color of the fur on the little front paws and compared to the fur on the hind legs, it seemed to be the same weasel. He could imagine the weasel struggling after being caught, biting its only hind leg and biting off its front paw.
Ugh, that must hurt so much.
He took a couple more steps and actually found the hammer that had fallen into a snowdrift.
Hammer was in relatively good physical condition, but mentally shaken. He stared wide-eyed at the sky with fear in his round, bright black eyes.
Li Ju'an and Lu Zhiqiang found it funny.
Such a big hunting dog, raised to be so sturdy and fat, all its courage is in its big butt.
The blizzard was getting heavier and heavier. Li Ju'an untied the hook and rope, found a big tree root to hook onto, wrapped the hemp rope around the root three times, and then said to Lu Zhiqiang, "When I tell you to pull, just pull hard and I'll be up in a few seconds."
Lu Zhiqiang wrapped the hemp rope around his waist and told him, "Don't worry, just leave it to me."
The snowdrift was quite deep, about three or four meters deep.
The flashlight beam was insufficient for clear vision at night, and the distance might be more than three or four meters. He stood atop the snowdrift, unable to see whether the hammer below was damaged.
He stood at the edge of the snowdrift, with a hemp rope tied around his waist. He turned around and pulled the rope three times to make sure it was secure before slowly stepping down the edge of the snowdrift.
He lowered the rope slowly, sinking deeper and deeper. Only when the rope was completely loose did he pull it three times, indicating that he had reached the bottom.
In the snowdrift, Iron Hammer shook its head and wagged its tail carelessly, then jumped into his arms and affectionately rubbed its head against him twice.
This left him both amused and exasperated.
"You little brat, Iron Hammer, why did you follow Big Tiger all the way here? Where are Big Tiger and the others?"
Hunting dogs can't talk, but smart, good dogs can generally understand their names.
Dog trainers know that dogs and cats with decent intelligence can understand their own names, as well as the names of their close family members. Da Hu and Tie Chui were raised together since Da Hu was a puppy, and Tie Chui never changed Da Hu's name, so Tie Chui naturally knew he was referring to Da Hu.
But whether Tie Chui knew what he asked Da Hu was unknown to him.
Upon hearing the name "Big Tiger," Iron Hammer indeed shook his head and became happy again, rubbing against him and sticking close, without making any other moves.
This puzzled him. Wasn't Da Hu nearby?
After Black Panther and Red Wolf died, the mixed-breed puppy Chicken Butt and Fa Cai were seriously injured and were still recuperating in the village. Now, he only had eight dogs with him. He came here following the tracks of the hunting dogs. Not a single track was missing from the tracks of the eight hunting dogs.
Suddenly, he touched the footprint of the hammer, and his heart trembled as he realized an important problem.
The hammer's footprints were stained with red mud.
The hill he came from had no red mud; it was all ice and snow. That means that Hammer must have been attracted by some noise on the neighboring hill, slipped and ran to play on the neighboring hill, got covered in red mud, and then heard some noise and ran around everywhere before finally darting to this old work area.
Given Iron Hammer's wandering nature, getting it to obediently follow the lead dog is virtually impossible; it's far too playful. But now, Iron Hammer isn't with the lead dog; it's following Big Tiger, making a total of seven dogs, including Big Tiger.
What kind of wild animal did he see for the eighth dog paw print?
Li Ju'an suddenly felt a chill, his pupils trembled, and a cold air swept over him, making his hair stand on end.
The night was quiet, except for the mournful howls of small animals.
He stuffed the hammer into his sheepskin coat, supported the dog's firm rear with his left hand, and held the slippery dog securely in his arms. Then, he pulled the rope three times with his right hand, which was the signal he and Lu Zhiqiang had agreed upon to pull him up.
But there was no sound from above.
He was even more puzzled, so he pulled three more times. This time he was sure that the fixed end was very secure, and Lu Zhiqiang was no longer by the rope. He cursed inwardly, "Why did this kid abandon us? Did something important happen that made him run away? Maybe he was scared and went to find a place to relieve himself."
Lu Zhiqiang often did this kind of thing; when he was startled, he would have to relieve himself, and his crotch would freeze solid. It was fortunate that the person waiting above was Lu Zhiqiang; if it had been Sun Weimin, he believed Sun Weimin could have cut the rope with a knife and killed him.
Li Ju'an looped the hemp rope around his right hand three times, gripped it tightly, and used the rope on his right arm for leverage, stepping up the slippery edge of the snowdrift with both feet.
The snowdrifts were three or four meters deep, and without the help of ropes, it would have been impossible to climb them. Fortunately, he had been running in the mountains for a long time in winter and was well prepared. His boots had cleats on the soles, which helped him climb the icy slopes.
He grabbed the hammer and went up to take a look. Apart from the faint light from the wooden hut, he couldn't see anything else. He had placed his flashlight up there earlier so Lu Zhiqiang could shine it. Now that Lu Zhiqiang was nowhere to be seen, the flashlight was gone too. He had no other choice but to grit his teeth and head towards the small hut in the yard.
The light by the window of the small house flickered dimly, looking like a kerosene lamp lit inside.
Li Ju'an was naturally uneasy, not because of the surrounding graves and the old work area in the desolate wilderness, but because the atmosphere and environment were too similar to the Huang Daxian that the old people in the village talked about.
The old folks in the village often say that if you happen to encounter a house where a shaman (a local deity) is recruiting men, you must never go inside. There are beautiful women inside, waiting for lonely men to walk into her trap.
He had been muttering to himself, but the thought of the beautiful woman made all his panic and confusion disappear. This wasn't Huang Daxian's revenge at all; it was a real treat! Before his rebirth, he mingled among beauties, and now, in this second life, he could still have such a wonderful thing—going hunting in the mountains and being greeted by Huang Daxian in human form?
Look how happy he is.
Li Ju'an was fearless by nature. He had committed many evil deeds in his past life, so why would he be afraid of the monster stories passed down in the village? He put the iron hammer on the snow. This time, the iron hammer knew that it was going with someone, and it was afraid. It obediently followed him into the courtyard of the wooden house.
He approached the courtyard, pulled out a frozen, hard oil cake from his pocket, took two large bites, and wolfed it down, sensing that tonight might not be so pleasant. Once inside the wooden house, if anything strange happened, he wouldn't eat anything from the innkeeper.
After finishing the fried dough, he grabbed a handful of snow from the courtyard gate, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it like water, thus finishing the fried dough.
Then, mustering his courage, he knocked on the door of the wooden house and pushed it open.
The cabin wasn't cold; it was quite warm. A beautiful young woman, with a striking back view, sat on a stool, adding firewood to the stove.
The beautiful woman turned to him and gave him a seductive smile: "Li Pao, you've arrived."