"Lucky General~!"

"Lucky General~!"

Anxious cries echoed in the forest, making the forest seem even more empty.

The joy of finding the wild silkworms had long since disappeared, completely replaced by the anxiety and uneasiness brought about by Fu Jiang's unexpected disappearance.

How could such a good guy just disappear like that?!

"Lucky General~!"

Han Cheng, with an anxious look on his face, shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice becoming a little hoarse.

"Lucky General~!"

The eldest brother and others also shouted, and were equally anxious.

They watched with their own eyes how Fu Jiang grew from a chubby little ball of flesh. After more than a year of living together day and night, they had already completely accepted this guy who, except for his appearance, was different from a wolf in all other ways.

It can be said that they are treated as half of the tribe.

Now that he has suddenly disappeared out of thin air, they feel equally bad.

The crowd walked in the woods, holding their weapons and shouting, looking around and paying attention to the movements around them. Wherever they went, the wild beasts were frightened.

Han Cheng fantasized countless times that Fu would suddenly jump out from somewhere and play around him, wagging his tail as he did in the past. However, when he turned his head to look in the invisible, imaginary direction, the imaginary figure did not appear as expected.

"Son of God, go back, God..."

The eldest brother looked at the sky, then looked at the Son of God who was still shouting in search of Fu Jiang, and after hesitating for several times, he finally spoke.

Han Cheng felt very uncomfortable and empty.

He had raised Fu Jiang and they had already developed feelings for each other. How could he feel at ease when he suddenly disappeared?

At this time, there is indeed no one stealing dogs, but the world around is far more dangerous than in later times, and Fu will be alone...

Han Cheng shook his head and said, "Look for it for a while."

When the eldest brother heard the Son of God say this, he no longer insisted and could only obey the Son of God.

In fact, he didn't want to give up the search, but compared to Fu Jiang, he cared more about the safety of the people in the tribe.

“Son of God…”

After searching for a while without any results, the eldest brother spoke again.

Han Cheng looked at the sky and realized it was indeed getting late. Although he was reluctant to leave, he had no choice but to go back.

He couldn't put most of the tribe's strength in danger in search of a lucky general.

“Maybe it’s in the tribe.”

After walking back for a while, the eldest brother suddenly spoke.

Han Cheng was shocked and wondered how could he have forgotten this possibility!

I suddenly became energized, with hope and a little bit of nervousness in my heart, and quickened my pace with everyone else as I rushed towards the tribe, wishing I could grow wings!

The sky gets dark very quickly in late autumn. After the sun sets, dusk immediately covers the surroundings, and darkness descends at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Those who remained in the tribe began to feel uneasy.

The witch came out from the depths of the cave, and despite his old age, he climbed up the two-meter-high wall step by step using the ladder, and looked towards the distance that had become dim in the twilight.

There was anxiety and anticipation in those somewhat cloudy eyes.

The adults in the tribe who had no other work went out into the wild with Shen Zi, saying they were going to look for the silkworms they hadn't found before, and that it wouldn't take too long. Now the sun has set and it's almost dark, but Shen Zi and the people in the tribe haven't come back yet...

A feeling of uneasiness spread throughout the Qingque tribe. Even the children who loved to play became quiet at this time.

After waiting for a while, the surroundings became gloomy and the witch could wait no longer. He asked people to make the fire outside the gate brighter, and then he carefully climbed down the wall along the wooden ladder with the help of the firelight and went to the cave.

He was going to pray to the gods, asking them to protect his son and other people in the tribe and return safely.

The lives of the people in the tribe are getting worse day by day, but they really can't withstand such a disaster!

"Hey~!"

There were faint shouting sounds coming from a distance. Lame, who had stopped knitting and was helping to add firewood to Fire One and Fire Two outside the gate, hesitated a little. Then another shout was heard, and his hesitant face was suddenly filled with joy. He had already recognized the person who was shouting.

“I’m back! I’m back!”

He shouted excitedly, then picked up a burning stick and waved it above his head.

The witch, who was halfway through his journey, heard Lame's shouting and without even bothering to pray to the gods, immediately turned around and walked towards the tribal gate.

The tense atmosphere was swept away, and the children, who seemed to have had their mute points pressed by the sunflower acupoint-pressing master, also cheered along with the adults as if their acupoints were unblocked.

"Wu, Fujiang..."

After the brief joy of returning, Han Cheng couldn't wait to ask.

Wu, who was delighted that everyone returned unharmed, was a little confused when he heard Han Cheng's words.

Didn’t Fu Jiang go out with you?

He heard the anxiety in Han Cheng's words, and without hesitation, he directly told him what he knew.

Han Cheng, who was full of expectations, suddenly felt empty in his heart. The eldest brother and others who were playing with children also couldn't help but pause.

The whole joyful scene suddenly became deserted.

In fact, long before reaching the gate of the tribe, Han Cheng had basically confirmed that Fu Jiang had not returned, because if this guy was in the tribe, he would have run a long way to pick him up.

I just don't want to believe this news until I get the exact information from Wu.

When Wu saw Han Cheng and the other people who had returned in this state, he hurriedly asked what was going on.

Han Cheng ate very little for dinner. He just drank a few sips of soup and couldn't eat any more.

Han Cheng was not used to the absence of the lucky general who always looked at him and expected to get a share of food from his bowl.

He put down the bowl, walked out of the cave and towards the gate. The witch looked at Han Cheng who was walking out, quickened his chewing speed, and after eating all the food in the bowl, he also walked out.

He came to Han Cheng and looked into the distance with Han Cheng.

He wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. He just stood there quietly accompanying the Son of God.

Gradually, more and more people stood behind me...

"Let's all go back to sleep..."

Han Cheng, feeling both sad and touched, turned around and forced a smile at everyone...

Lying on the kang, Han Cheng tossed and turned, unable to sleep, with Fu Jiang always lingering in his mind.

As the night deepened, this worry not only did not ease, but became even more intense.

Fujiang grew up in the tribe and had never come into contact with other wolves. He also deliberately tried to eliminate his wildness...

How can it survive in the wild? It will probably starve, right?

This is not what Han Cheng is most worried about. What Han Cheng is most worried about is that it, with its gentle temperament and no experience in surviving in the wild, will encounter the poisonous bites of other animals.

He didn't want to see such a result at all!

I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. I didn't know how long I tossed and turned before I finally fell asleep.

The night is quiet, and a half moon appears at some point, its cool light spreading all over the earth.

The closed door suddenly opened, and Han Cheng, wearing only leather shorts, ran out of the room barefoot and ran all the way to the front door.

Just now he vaguely heard General Fu's voice calling for someone to open the door.

When I ran over to take a look, I found that the gate was as quiet as before. There was no sign of Fu Jiang.

Not giving up, he opened the door, walked out a few steps, looked around, and called out a few words to "Fujiang" in a low voice. Only the chirping of insects could be heard around him.

He stood here quietly for a while, sighed secretly, returned to the courtyard, locked the door, and returned to the bedroom unhappily...

The next day, Han Cheng got up very early, and the eldest senior brother and others also got up early. They had always been unable to guess the Son of God's thoughts in the past, but this time they guessed it right.

Wash, eat, carry weapons and set off.

When setting out, he asked the people left behind to guard the tribe.

The witch also rushed over to instruct Senior Brother Han Cheng and the others to remember that no matter whether they found the lucky general or not, they must remember to rush back to the tribe before dark.

Han Cheng nodded solemnly and said that he would never forget...