Supporting the body in the white blade, wandering in the red dust

Chapter 1005

Bai Lang was unrestrained, but he still had a sense of shame. When he saw the scrawled characters he had written with his claws, and then saw the beautiful cursive script written by the bird opposite him with its claws, he couldn't understand what style it was, but it was really excellent calligraphy. At that moment, the beast's face flushed, but unfortunately, no one outside could see it.

Because he had a fever, he didn't care about anything and charged recklessly into the big house. He quickly slit the throat of a skinny horse, dragged it out and handed it to Jin Tao, then dragged another horse and rode away—he could even jump left and right, completely ignoring the bullets coming from behind.

It must be said that Bai Lang's body is quite agile, his movement speed is fast, and his short bursts are extremely powerful. The concept of short distance is different between animals and humans. With this short burst, Bai Lang burst out and traveled a kilometer in one breath, disappearing into the mountains.

People can cooperate when hunting, but they don't need to eat together—it's impossible for anyone to eat gracefully, so why bother?
If it were in human form, it could eat with an elegant and leisurely demeanor; now, as a beast, it can only be incredibly savage.

Bai Lang was a natural-born expert; his saber teeth easily pierced the horse's neck, severing the trachea and blood vessels—due to his size, the 20-plus centimeters of teeth didn't look that long or exaggerated.

Scabbards and similar creatures rely primarily on their powerful forequarters and incredibly strong necks to kill their opponents—once they control the target, they find the right spot and press down hard, easily driving their sabers and teeth in to cause massive bleeding.

A horse only weighs less than 100 pounds of meat—poor thing, the horse is so thin, but if it's eaten, it won't be a problem to fill Bai Lang's stomach, and it can even spare him a week from eating other animals.

Zhuque is eating on the other side of the mountain, and he probably won't be able to finish it. Bai Lang is going to have to pick up trash then—he's already like this, he doesn't care about saving face.

Before long, a strong wind arose in the sky, and Bai Lang looked up and saw that Zhuque had flown away—without even saying goodbye. The value of our friendship lies in our mutual understanding, and there is no need for such vulgar formalities.

Bai Lang then proceeded to chew up the bones and suck the marrow, even crushing the large bones. He then ran to the other side, exclaiming, "Damn, this bastard can really eat!" The horse was almost completely devoured, with only some large bones and its head, which had been ripped open, remaining.

Without a second thought, Bai Lang ate all the meat from the two horses, which weighed about 120 or 130 jin, and the edible bones weighing about 30 jin. He then found a ravine and lay down to sleep in the weeds.

For the next four or five days, he didn't plan to move. "Living in a zoo is definitely not an option; I really can't afford to lose face like that."

He was quite happy staying deep in the mountains, while life outside had descended into chaos.

Just a few days ago, a strange bird was found eating people in Youzhou City, and suddenly another monster attacked the production team and dragged away two horses—this is a big deal these days.

The fact that two horses were snatched away by wild animals is almost the same as murder. These large livestock are the most valuable assets in the production team right now; even their deaths require a report to be submitted to higher authorities for inspection. Now, two of them have been dragged away by wild animals.

Neither the brigade leader nor the secretary could bear this responsibility, so they were all frowning. Besides, the thin horse could still pull the cart, so what should they do?
Fortunately, the higher-ups did not intend to pursue the matter, because this was practically an act of God—the attack involved two wild beasts, one of which was a raptor that had caused quite a stir in Youzhou City and had eaten two people.

What's troublesome about this news is that even foreign news outlets have reported it—after all, there's a TASS news agency bureau in Youzhou City. Political news is difficult to report due to its stance, but this kind of sensational news is fine, since it doesn't involve politics.

News from Moscow naturally reached the Western world as well, but no one knew what the strange bird looked like, as the photos were still in the hands of experts and had not yet been released.

Soviet scientists were very interested in this and even asked through diplomatic channels if they could have some photos for their research.

This doesn't involve defense, politics, or industry, so during the meeting, the tendency was to have Soviet scientists also investigate what kind of raptor it was that could eat people. Now the raptor has reached outside the city, and it's even involved a monster?

Experts and police immediately rushed to the scene, spoke with villagers who witnessed the incident, and examined the traces at the scene. "It was a feline, but I think it was a tiger, a rather large tiger."

Experts and police officers alike tend to believe it is a tiger. As for the villagers' claims about it having a human face with long teeth, they can only attribute it to being too nervous.

The paw prints left behind resemble huge plum blossom patterns, typical of felines. Given their size, these prints likely belong to a record-breaking tiger.

There has never been such a large tiger in history. Judging from the footprints, its weight is more than 400 kilograms. The largest Siberian tiger weighed no more than 300 kilograms, and that was in the early 20th century when hunting records were not very reliable.

Weights exceeding 300 kilograms, whether for Siberian tigers or Bengal tigers, are unreliable records from a long time ago; most of these records are from hunting.

But no matter how big or fat it is, isn't it still just a tiger? It's a tiger that dragged away important livestock from the commune brigade, so of course it has to be killed.

Some people wondered, "In this awful weather, how can a tiger eat something that big?"

Bai Lang neither knew nor cared that someone wanted to mess with him right now. This guy had become a model of the big cats—after eating his fill, all he wanted to do was lie lazily.

The mountain hollow he chose was actually quite nice. It was relatively secluded and covered by shrubs, miscellaneous trees, and messy grass from the mountainside, making it impossible to tell that it was a mountain hollow. At the bottom of the winding mountain hollow, there was a spring that flowed out as a stream about three or four meters wide and half a meter deep. After flowing out of the mountain hollow, it disappeared and became an underground river.

The stream was full of pebbles of all sizes, and Bai Lang was sleeping on the ground in a recessed area full of weeds on one side—this guy had seen him, he couldn't be seen from the top of the mountain or the middle of the mountain, and the rest of the horse bones were outside the valley.

The White Tiger's divine might is similar to the Vermilion Bird's, consisting mainly of steel and iron. These past few days, he'd heard rustling and whooshing sounds outside the mountains; that was militiamen searching the mountains—fully armed.

However, he had already ventured deep into the Yanshan Mountains, and no matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find him.

The militia from each brigade had been hunting in the mountains regularly for the past two years, but they had already hunted all the available game. Now that the brigade was going into the mountains, they might be able to catch some wild game.

The superiors' suggestion to everyone is to capture the tiger alive if possible, otherwise it's okay to kill it.

Bai Lang wasn't sleeping; he was lying by the stream, sensing something. "Is that kid Zhuque still in Youzhou City? Can't he stop eating people?" He had just finished digesting the horse meat and relieved himself somewhere. He wasn't hungry yet, but he should eat in an hour and a half at most.

There are no large livestock in this area, only a very small number of wild boars, deer, and goats, and sometimes you might even see wild cattle, which is only possible in the deep mountains.

Here, Bai Lang knew very well that he couldn't find enough prey to fill his stomach—he could only learn from his ancestors and hunt the easiest prey, the most numerous creatures in the order Primates.

(End of this chapter)