Amidst the hissing and screeching sounds, the wolf pack, which had been slowly approaching and poised to pounce, seemed to be suddenly struck by something.
They screamed and spun around in circles, struggling desperately.
In the blink of an eye, some wolves even collapsed to the ground, twitching all over, with excrement and urine flowing everywhere.
The wolves that were further away went limp and scrambled away to escape.
"Chieftain of Balin, go and kill them!" Song Liyun shouted.
Balin and Song Dekui suddenly realized: "That's right, these are all top-quality wolf-skin rugs. They could sell them for a lot of money!" They had been staring blankly at each other.
Wolves are the number one natural enemy of grassland herders. Today, a deadly enmity has been formed. If they cannot be completely eradicated, there will be no end to the fight.
Bahrain dared not delay. He stepped forward with his knife, suppressing the nausea churning in his chest, and hacked at the wolves that had fallen to the ground and were unable to resist. In an instant, there were screams of agony and rivers of blood.
Song Dekui held up a torch to illuminate the way, and the three of them searched for the wolves lying motionless on the ground. They then slit the throats of each of them, and only a few wolves that had been cowardly running away earlier managed to escape.
During this time, Song Dekui kept asking, "Xiaoyun, what kind of magical artifact are you holding? Why did the wolf suddenly go limp and stop moving?"
Bahrain was too shocked to speak.
These wolves fell to the ground silently and couldn't get up. What else could they be but a divine artifact? At this moment, he thought of Zhe Mao again.
Zhemao entered the prefab house bleeding profusely; I saw it myself, and the injury was quite severe.
Even with a shaman in the tribe to care for him, he would probably have to stay in bed for a month.
Ke Gangzhe Mao can not only get up, but also move his injured arm, it seems...
Bahrain was startled. He suddenly remembered something Zhemao had said: Goddess Song... Goddess Song!
Although he only caught a fleeting glimpse of the horse, he still noticed the black box in Song Liyun's hand.
Song Liyun was still holding the box, and the crackling sound had subsided.
Just then, Lin Qingyuan and his group rushed over, shouting. Through the darkness, they could only hear the wolves' mournful howls, but they couldn't see what was happening.
Upon seeing the mutilated corpses scattered on the ground, he was stunned and immediately rushed forward to help process the wolf pelts.
Lin Qingyuan walked up to Song Liyun and saw the box in her hand.
"Manager Song, what exactly happened?"
Song Liyun turned around, her expression solemn: "Young Master Lin, there are some things I cannot explain to you!"
"What do you mean?" Lin Qingyuan was still completely confused.
Song Liyun pulled a small silver-white bag from her sleeve. The bag was simply sewn on three sides and looked ordinary, but its material was neither cloth nor leather nor satin, which made it somewhat special.
At this moment, not only Lin Qingyuan was watching, but Balin's eyes were also wide open.
The bag appeared, and with a flick of her finger, the black box in her palm vanished instantly.
What the hell is this?!
Lin Qingyuan's vision went black...
The clouds hung low overhead over the grassland, with only a few dim stars twinkling.
In front of the prefabricated house, a stack of firewood as tall as a person was burning brightly, the firelight illuminating a distance of several meters around and dispelling the snow and cold.
There were twenty or thirty wolf carcasses on the ground, and Balin and seven or eight people were skinning the wolves by the light of the fire.
Inside the temporary housing, Song Liyun used disinfectant to treat the wounds of several Di people and guards.
Song Dekui sat to the side, helping to scoop water with a wooden ladle, his face beaming with joy, his eyes crinkling at the corners of his mouth.
The Balinese people respectfully prostrated themselves before Song Liyun, kissed the ground at her feet, and then crawled out of the house on their knees.
Seeing this, Lao Qian and the others looked at each other, hesitant and unsure of what to do.
They were all injured, and they had their own medicine on them, so they could apply some powder.
However, Song Liyun said that if you are bitten by a wolf, you should not wash the wound with clean water or use medicine powder without disinfection. If the wound heals, you may develop hydrophobia in the future.
Hydrophobia is rabies. Wolves and dogs are related, so we still need to be careful about rabies.
Old Qian had also seen people bitten by dogs who eventually suffocated themselves to death from the sound of water, their throats tightening with fear.
He dared not take the risk. Besides, Old Qian would be more than willing to get Song Liyun's medicine, as it was a divine treasure.
In fact, Song Liyun bought these medicinal powders from the pharmacy in Pingyang Prefecture, but they were embellished with the "divine substance" and thus had miraculous effects.
Song Dekui repeatedly rinsed the inch-long wound on Lao Qian's hand with running water. It was cut by wolf fangs. Then he applied disinfectant and waited until the wound turned white before bandaging it with medicine powder and snow-white cotton cloth.
Old Qian had never seen a wound treated this way before, but he knew it was the safest method.
He felt grateful to Song Liyun, but he couldn't bring himself to show the same respect as the Di people. He could only bow once and then leave the room.
Lin Qingyuan sat by the fire, looking somewhat dazed, staring blankly at the two prefab houses.
His mind was a mess: the truck he had seen wasn't a truck, and the prefabricated house wasn't a prefabricated house either.
No, that's not right. A truck is a truck, and a prefabricated house is a prefabricated house. They just can be put into a "treasure bag"!
Lin Qingyuan grabbed his hair in frustration, feeling dizzy and disoriented, as if he were dreaming.
Having wandered the grasslands for so long, he was already disheveled and unkempt, and now, scratching himself, he looked even worse than a beggar.
Old Qian walked up to him and whispered, "Young master! Don't think so much. So what if she has a divine object? She's not a real goddess. She's still traveling with us in the cold wind!"
His words, though seemingly unreasonable, brought Lin Qingyuan back to his senses.
Lin Qingyuan looked at Lao Qian with a mournful face and said, "Lao Qian, do you think I still have a chance to marry Steward Song?"
Old Qian raised his hand, he really wanted to slap his young master: if his young master had gotten along well with people from the beginning, there would have been some chance.
At this point, he no longer doubted Song Liyun's intentions; on the contrary, he felt a sense of disappointment and frustration with his young master.
Manager Song is a man with great fortune and great treasures!
The first time we met was in Qili County. At that time, my young master was from the Lin family in the prefectural city. He was rich and handsome, and he was a suitable match to propose marriage.
But instead of being a decent person, this young master insists on turning himself into a scoundrel. He caused trouble for someone at Tianxiang Tower the first time, and now…
Judging from the Di people's sincere worship, if we were to say anything disrespectful, they would definitely fight us to the death.
Lin Qingyuan glanced at the blood-soaked wolf carcasses on the ground beside him and immediately shuddered.
He used to be interested in feisty women like Song Liyun, but now it seems that it's safer to find a well-behaved girl in the future, someone who is obedient and docile.
Song Liyun easily killed twenty-five wolves by herself. If you anger her, she might just strangle you to death.
Bahrain and his men skinned the wolves and piled the wolf meat together.
The corpses of thirty-six wolves piled up like a mountain of flesh; if this were in a tribe, it would be enough to feed them for two months.
At this moment, they were all waiting for Song Liyun to handle the situation.
Inside the room, everyone left, and Song Liyun washed her hands with the last of the water in the bucket.
Song Dekui waited until she finished her work before asking, "Xiaoyun, what's that black box of yours? Can it kill wolves?"
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