Chapter 2: The Wedding & Legend of a Lone Wolf (2/2)

Little Shiba's heart was suddenly lifted up into his throat when hearing that scream. That was because he knew it was his sister, Zhou Hua's.

He was more than 10 years younger than Zhou Hua, and he had been looked after and brought up by her from his birth until now. That was why she was very familiar to him. Similarly, Zhou Hua had a great fondness for her cute youngest brother, for he was much more obedient than that naughty Boxer. Thus, it was not strange that Little Shiba could recognize her voice at first scream.

Zhou Hua was still in the bridal sedan chair and had not yet moved into Wang Tianlei's house. Judging from the people's excitement around, she was nearly approaching the entrance door.

According to the custom, brides could not utter sounds in bridal sedan chairs, let alone leave them. There must be something unexpected that was happening to elicit this terrified scream.

Without thinking much, Little Shiba rushed out of Wang Tianlei's shabby courtyard. He came out with more than one person, as all people in the courtyard ran out. Seeing the circumstances, they were entirely shocked, so was he.

”What's that?”

”A dog or a wolf?”

”I've never seen anything that big!”

The bridal sedan chair had fallen apart. Fortunately, Zhou Hua was fine, dropping only her red headscarf. On the ground was a puddle of a noticeable, scarlet bloodstain. Among eight sedan carriers, only one was injured, who had left that bloodstain. However, he did not escape but surrounded the initiator of the evil, still with the other sedan carriers in a half-circle.

Obviously, it was not aware of being besieged and still unhurriedly chewed its acquisition—a large piece of skin and flesh ripped from the left hand of that injured sedan carrier.

It was a wolf, a big one, whose appearance was the same as those from Little Shiba's previous life. The only distinction was its size. It was just as big as a Manchurian tiger.

He had never seen any wolf of this size.

The wolf was covered by oily, glossy black hair from head to feet, and its left eye was most striking. A big scar covered its left eye and extended to its forehead, which was quite noticeable.

”The One-eyed Wolf! The One-eyed Wolf in West Mountain has come down!”

The crowd fell into chaos just after that fearful cry.

The one-eyed wolf in West Mountain!

Hearing that, Little Shiba's heart was in his throat again.

For people in this mountain village, the One-eyed Wolf in West Mountain was legendary.

Legend has it that it was the most ferocious beast in West Mountain. The One-eyed Wolf was once the head wolf of a wolf pack. However, it was defeated in a fight and scratched blind by a last-gasp effort of the new head wolf. It was then discarded by the wolf pack and became a lone wolf that had to fend for itself.

Such a thing was nothing strange, for it happened occasionally in wolf packs. But it was mysterious that two years later, the One-eyed Wolf came back to that wolf pack again and killed that head wolf. And once defeating it, the One-eyed Wolf bit all the wolves in that pack to death within five years. At last, it truly had become a lone wolf.

It was just a legend of course, something that had circulated throughout this mountain village for nearly a hundred years.

Little Shiba didn't even spare a glance at it. ”Back to the wolf pack two years later, and it spent another five years killing all the other wolves? Isn't that the description in the novels? How could you know that it was two years later? And how could you know that it spent five years? The guy who left this legend was following the One-eyed Wolf during those years, wasn't he?”

Moreover, the legend has circulated for almost 100 years. If it was true, the one-eyed wolf should be dead by now. After all, a wolf's life, only 20 years at most, isn't longer than a human's. 100 years have passed, and no matter how smart it was, it should be just bones. Could it be that it became a demon?

It's ridiculous that until now West Mountain is still considered taboo in this mountain village. Hunters dare not go to West Mountain for fear of breaking the taboo.

Now, how ridiculous was he being, for he just saw the One-eyed Wolf with his own eyes—a taboo legend that had been circulating in the mountain village for almost 100 years.