Walking in the cycle of reincarnation

Chapter 40 Moon

Inside the acupoint, the blood and qi filled Zhang Nanfeng's nose with a sweet, fishy smell.

Within that scarlet hue, there seemed to be a strange fragrance, which sent shivers down his spine and made him crave it uncontrollably.

can not eat.

He violently shook his head, forcibly averting his lustful gaze, but his four paws uncontrollably moved forward half a step, barely touching a person's bare wrist.

Zhang Nanfeng struggled with his thoughts, then raised his paw and slapped it hard on his own face.

The sharp claws tore through the flesh, leaving three bloody scratches on the bridge of the nose.

The stinging pain pierced through the confusion and suppressed the animalistic desires.

He looked away and then bent down to pounce on the bags the three of them were carrying.

The wolf's claws clumsily fiddled with the bag, then its sharp teeth gripped the cloth bag's straps and yanked hard, emptying everything inside.

Bone whistles, ropes, water bladders... a few pieces of frozen jerky, and half a bag of roasted grain powder.

Zhang Nanfeng picked up the dried meat and began to chew.

The jerky was as coarse as firewood, mixed with ice shards, making his gums ache. After swallowing it, he opened the sack of grain and carefully licked the remaining grain powder inside.

The dry grains covered his mouth and tongue, turning into a paste when he met his saliva, but he forced himself to swallow them all.

With his stomach finally feeling somewhat full, the bestial instincts aroused by the blood and qi slowly subsided.

I almost... became a wild beast.

Once his mind had calmed down a bit, Zhang Nanfeng looked up.

The three wolf cubs that had been nestled beside their mother wolf had now scattered.

The three little ones, their eyes red from the stench of blood filling the cave, were now gathered around a corpse, licking the blood-soaked craters on the ground.

The youngest one was even bolder, having already climbed onto the corpse and was struggling to gnaw on the knuckles with its still-growing baby teeth.

Zhang Nanfeng watched quietly. He neither scolded nor drove them away.

The law of the jungle prevails; it's human nature. If these three little ones don't eat, they'll starve to death. As for what they'll eat... in this world, who cares?

His gaze swept over the crimson stains on the ground, finally settling on the fur coats worn by the three men.

Blood...fur coat...

A flash of inspiration struck my mind like a thunderbolt.

The Great Blood Creation Technique!

Using blood as ink and leather as paper!

Zhang Nanfeng sighed inwardly at his own foolishness.

Since his reincarnation, he had never imagined this.

But upon further reflection, I felt relieved.

In the past, the prey that the mother wolf hunted back was all gnawed down to bones, so there was no whole hide or large amount of blood for him to write on.

Yes, it's not that I couldn't think of it, but rather that there was nothing to rely on and no way to make any connection.

But things are different today. With living people and fur coats all present, it's the perfect vessel.

Upon thinking of this, Zhang Nanfeng felt a surge of excitement and immediately wanted to write it down on the spot.

But as soon as he twitched his nose, he stopped.

The place is filled with the stench of blood, and with three corpses on display, it is easy to attract passing hunters or wild animals drawn by the blood.

We should not linger here.

He stepped forward and, using both claws and teeth, stripped the skin coat off the thin man. He was also tempted by the remaining two coats, but the young wolf's body had limited strength; he could only manage to carry one at most, and any more would only become a burden.

Anyway... we'll have animal hides to use when we hunt in the future.

Zhang Nanfeng picked up the heavy fur coat and glanced back at it one last time.

The mother wolf was already dead, and her three cubs were busy eating, completely unaware of his departure. Their small figures huddled beside the scarlet corpse, looking like three little balls of fur.

Should we... take them with us?

The thought only lasted for a moment before Zhang Nanfeng extinguished it.

His fate is uncertain, and he's barely able to take care of himself. Adding these three burdens would only add three more corpses to his list.

There are still three human corpses and a mother wolf carcass inside the cave, enough for them to feast on for a long time. Whether more people will come to the cave after this, whether they freeze to death, starve to death, or are captured and skinned... it all depends on their own fate.

Zhang Nanfeng concealed his inner turmoil, resolutely withdrew his gaze, and darted out of the cave entrance.

Outside the cave, the wind and snow were fierce, and the north wind whipped up snowflakes that lashed his face, stinging like knives.

He already had a place in mind where he would settle down.

During his previous exploration of the terrain, he had seen a continuous mountain ridge in the southeast direction.

The mountain ridge stretches across the snow-covered plain like a giant dragon lying on the ground, with many crevices and caves along its back, making it extremely well hidden.

Zhang Nanfeng lowered his body, clutched his fur coat, and ran against the wind toward the direction he remembered.

It's strange, really.

When he first emerged from the cave, the wind and snow were so fierce that the wolf could barely open his eyes. But after running only a few miles, the howling wind miraculously subsided. The snowflakes thinned out, and although the sky was still dim, it was no longer a complete blur.

Zhang Nanfeng was overjoyed. Taking advantage of this rare break in the snowstorm, he focused on aligning himself with the ridge, dug deep furrows in the snow, and sped away.

He deliberately chose to travel through secluded spots, his ears always perked up, ready to catch any unusual sounds or disturbances beyond the wind and snow. Fortunately, apart from the sound of the wind, the only sound in this desolate wilderness was the rising and falling of his heartbeat.

After about an hour of rapid travel, the mountain ridge that stretched across the snow-covered plain finally came into clear view.

Zhang Nanfeng walked along the bottom of the ridge, carefully probing every crevice in the rocks.

He needed to find a place to shelter from the wind and snow, to observe the outside world, and to have more than one way out.

......

After half an hour of searching, the ideal "cave dwelling" finally appeared.

This is a natural crevice in the middle of the mountain ridge. The entrance is narrow, but the inside opens up into a wide space, shaped like a gourd.

The most wonderful thing is that there is a natural stone crack in the cave ceiling, about the width of a finger joint, which allows sunlight to enter and prevents the cave from being completely dark.

More importantly, there is another slope behind the crevice, leading directly to the other side of the ridge, so that one can escape through the rear route in case of sudden danger.

However, the rear access road was mostly blocked by snow and was not yet open.

Zhang Nanfeng loosened his grip, put down his fur coat, and began digging vigorously at the snow and frozen soil blocking the road.

It took him almost half an hour to completely clear the secret passage and create an escape route.

He crawled back into the cave and cleverly concealed it with dry grass and pebbles, so that the entrance looked no different from the surrounding rock walls from the outside.

By the time everything was settled, he was completely exhausted.

Zhang Nanfeng casually tossed his fur coat aside, lay down on it, and tried to calm his breathing.

After a short rest, he forced himself to get up again and carefully explored the cave.

The corners were clean and free of animal bones, the rock walls were smooth and free of claw marks, and there was no foul stench of hibernating bears or snakes.

Safety.

Zhang Nanfeng felt a little relieved, but the emptiness in his stomach returned.

He rested for a while, gathered up some strength, then got up and walked towards the outside of the cave.

Night falls swiftly in Kitahara; by this time, it is completely dark.

As soon as Zhang Nanfeng leaned out of the cave, he suddenly felt a weight on his head.

It was as if an invisible, intangible hand had descended from the sky and gently covered the top of his head.

It was neither murderous nor hostile; on the contrary, it was warm and gentle, filled with love, making every pore on his body relax and feel so comfortable that he squinted his eyes.

After a moment of infatuation, Zhang Nanfeng's wolf fur bristled.

He suddenly raised his head, his pupils contracting to slits.

Aside from the darkness overhead, there were only a few withered, short, crooked trees with intertwined branches, like ghostly claws reaching for the sky.

There is nothing else.

Zhang Nanfeng dared not relax, and focused his mind to carefully trace the source of the strangeness.

That gentle warmth, elusive and untraceable, descended from the crown of his head, traveled along the muscles of his spine, and flowed all the way to his tailbone.

Mild...too mild.

His vigilance was heightened to its peak.

Goodwill never comes from nowhere. The unknown is danger.

Zhang Nanfeng moved his limbs slightly and retreated back into the cave.

Strangely, the sensation disappeared abruptly as soon as I entered the cave, as if I were isolated by the rock strata.

His mind was filled with doubts.

The warmth was certainly comforting, but its origin was unknown, which gave one the creeps on the back of their neck.

Zhang Nanfeng waited quietly inside the cave for a moment, then leaned out again. His four feet sank into the snow, and he slowly explored forward.

He walked through withered bushes and around several weathered boulders until he reached a vast, open snowfield with no cover.

The wind and snow had completely stopped. Above the dome of the sky, a sliver of clouds parted.

Zhang Nanfeng looked up and gazed into the distance.

A bright moon hangs directly in the sky.