Chapter Five: The Blood-Eyed Demon Wolf

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Since leaving his small village, Mofan had been hurrying nonstop toward Yaoling. He walked with such urgency that he wished he could take a single step and instantly arrive at his destination. He dared not linger or delay along the way. There was something weighing heavily on his mind.

If he himself could think of coming to Yaoling to seek the miraculous medicine to cure his poison sores, then surely the people of Shenmu Village would think of it too. Moreover, under the leadership of the village chief Chen Daode, there was an old man known as the Ghost Hand Divine Doctor, Old Wang.

“Chirp, chirp!” Birds fluttered and cried noisily from the treetops, beating their wings fiercely. Some were even more aggressive, spitting out a series of flames as if to challenge Mofan. This forest was their domain, and they would not tolerate any intruders.

Ignoring these small creatures, Mofan pressed onward, his steps brisk and unyielding. The itching from the poison sores on his back had long become a secret discomfort he endured silently. From Shenmu Village to here, he had lost count of how many times he had resisted the urge.

It was an unbearable sensation. Surely there had to be some remedy.

“Howl!”

Suddenly, heavy breathing sounded behind him. A large gray wolf leapt at Mofan like a striking arrow, its sharp claws aimed at his back. The wolf was fast, but Mofan was faster. Just as the claws were about to catch him, he swiftly dodged aside.

With a clang, he drew the dagger that had once scratched him, eyes locking onto the wolf without a hint of fear.

The wolf’s initial assault failed. Cunningly, it feigned retreat, but after a few steps it spun around and lunged ferociously at him again.

Gripping the dagger tightly, Mofan charged forward at the wolf’s leap and slashed backward, cutting its front paw. The wolf yelped in pain incessantly.

Wounded, the gray wolf stood silently before Mofan, its eyes glowing blood-red as if stained with fresh blood—a chilling sight.

“Blood-Eyed Demon Wolf,” Mofan murmured, instantly recognizing the creature.

He had heard tales from the old man before. Though not a ferocious beast by nature, these wolves were agile, lived in packs, and were notorious for their eyes turning red with hatred.

The fierce redness of this wolf’s eyes showed that Mofan’s strike had dealt it a serious wound. But since Blood-Eyed Demon Wolves traveled in packs, there had to be more nearby.

Tightening his grip on the dagger, Mofan scanned his surroundings anxiously, fearing that another wolf might burst out from the forest at any moment and end him with a single strike.

Crack, crack!

The sound of dry branches snapping echoed from the woods. Pairs of blood-red eyes flickered through the trees, snarling and baring teeth as they fixed their gaze on Mofan, as if sealing the fate of this scruffy youth.

“Howl!”

With a wild cry, a pack of Blood-Eyed Demon Wolves charged from the forest, encircling Mofan.

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