Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

Old Sun tucked his pipe into his waistband, turned around, and pushed open the heavy wooden door.

"Squeak—"

The room was dimly lit, like a closed cave.

A strong, musty smell, mixed with the distinctive stench of some large, ferocious beast, wafted towards us.

Zhao Shanhe, carrying the black dog that was tied up like a dumpling and was still struggling desperately, stepped across the threshold.

As soon as I entered the room, before I could even adjust to the dim light...

"Splash—!"

From the darkest corner of the room, a heavy creaking sound of a chain being dragged suddenly came, as if some giant beast had been awakened.

Immediately afterwards, two eerie green "lanterns" suddenly lit up in the darkness.

In that instant, Zhao Shanhe felt the black dog in his hand, which had been struggling wildly, suddenly stiffen, its muscles tensed like stone, and the low growl in its throat stopped abruptly.

This is the bloodline suppression from the top predator.

"Get down!"

Old Sun grabbed a leather whip from the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and lashed it in the air in front of the thing, making a hollow sound.

"Snapped!"

The enormous black shadow didn't pounce directly; instead, it paced restlessly in place, its chains clanging against the ground. A thunderous roar came from its throat as it slowly lowered its body, assuming a stance ready to attack.

Only then, with the light of the snow filtering through the window, did Zhao Shanhe finally see what the thing truly looked like.

Suck--

Even with his two lifetimes of experience, Zhao Shanhe couldn't help but gasp in shock.

That was a "blue wolf pack" that only existed in the legends of the old forests of Northeast China.

It was huge, lying there like a small calf. Its bluish-gray fur was long and stiff, each strand prickly, looking prickly to the touch.

Its skull was frighteningly wide, its mouth was longer than that of an ordinary wolf, and its four paws were like large pears, gripping the ground and carving deep grooves into the hard soil.

The most dangerous thing is those eyes.

Unlike a dog's round, docile eyes, its gaze was fixed like a wolf's, with upturned corners that exuded cold-bloodedness, cruelty, and cunning. It didn't look at the human face, but stared intently at Zhao Shanhe's throat and groin.

"This is the Azure Dragon."

Old Sun sat cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed), without lighting a lamp, and pointed to the enormous thing in the corner:

"Just last week, it killed a lone wolf that broke into the yard. That wolf was tough, but it didn't last three moves before the Green Dragon bit its neck off, a crisp snap."

Zhao Shanhe put the black dog he was holding on the ground.

The black dog, which had been so ferocious outside that it seemed ready to devour anyone, finally felt fear in front of this enormous creature. Its body trembled slightly, a primal physiological reaction.

but--

It doesn't urinate.

Although it was bound and trembling, its bloodshot eyes were fixed on the Azure Dragon in the corner, and a defiant whimper even escaped its throat.

"Woo... Roar..."

Even when facing a king, this still-growing "black dragon" still dares to draw its sword!

"Oh?"

Hearing the noise, Old Sun on the kang (heated brick bed) glanced at the black dog on the ground with surprise, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes:

"This little black bastard's got guts. Other dogs would have peed their pants on the ground by now that they've seen the Azure Dragon, but this one still dares to bare its teeth?"

That's why I kept it.

Zhao Shanhe looked at the Azure Dragon in the corner, his eyes shining brighter than when he saw gold—the look of a hunter seeing an exceptional dog.

"There's a black dragon guarding the gate at home, a fight to the death; and a green dragon clearing the way in the mountains, a single blow will kill."

"With these two guardian deities, one black and one green, I can walk sideways in Changbai Mountain."

Old Sun took a drag on his cigarette and sneered:

"Quite the boast."

"But this dog, your dad wouldn't have dared to even look at it back then. It was a loner, and it would bite anyone who came near except me. I raised it for three years, and it bit me three times."

Clang!

Old Sun tossed the key that had unlocked the chains onto the dusty table.

"The key is there."

"If you have the guts, unlock the door and take it away."

"But let me make this clear: if it goes berserk, this room is too small, and my homemade gun won't be able to save you in time. You'll die for nothing."

This is a life-or-death situation.

Either take away a divine dog, or leave a life behind.

Zhao Shanhe remained silent.

He even took off the knife he used for self-defense and tossed it aside.

When facing a ferocious beast, the more you brandish knives and guns, the more it thinks you fear it, and the fiercer it becomes. To subdue this true mountain warrior, you need to rely on "momentum" and "spirit."

Zhao Shanhe walked step by step toward the corner of the wall.

"roar--!!!"

Qinglong sensed Zhao Shanhe's approach, which was not only a threat but also a provocation!

It suddenly arched its back, its muscles bulging like the gnarled roots of an old tree, and the thick iron chains snapped and creaked.

The gaping maw opened wide, its white fangs glistening with sticky saliva, and a foul stench wafted directly onto Zhao Shanhe's face.

The distance was less than half a meter.

This is an absolute death distance.

"Don't move."

Zhao Shanhe suddenly spoke up.

He did something that made Old Sun's pupils shrink – he offered his left arm, which was wrapped in a thick cotton sleeve, to the Azure Dragon's mouth!

This is "feeding hands"!

"You're asking for it!" Old Sun exclaimed, and was about to get up.

In that very instant, the Azure Dragon moved!

Its eyes flashed with ferocity, and it showed no mercy, opening its mouth wide and biting down hard on Zhao Shanhe's left arm!

"Snap!"

The sound of fangs piercing through cotton clothing could be clearly heard.

But Zhao Shanhe didn't dodge!

Just as the dog's teeth were about to close and crush the bone, Zhao Shanhe's left arm muscles suddenly bulged, and instead of retreating, he advanced, actually stabbing hard into the dog's mouth!

This thrust sent his arm shoved right up to Qinglong's throat!

That was too brutal! The Azure Dragon's mouth was stretched to its limit, making it impossible to bite down. With a foreign object pressing against its throat, it gagged with a "whoosh," and its attacking momentum instantly faltered.

"Lie down right now!!"

Zhao Shanhe seized this fleeting opportunity and let out a loud shout!

His right hand shot out like an iron clamp, his five fingers like hooks, and he gripped the back of the dragon's neck with perfect precision!

At the same time, his right knee suddenly lifted up, like a battering ram, and slammed hard into the soft abdomen of the Azure Dragon!

Bang!

A muffled thud.

This behemoth, weighing at least a hundred pounds, was actually smashed to the ground from mid-air by Zhao Shanhe using such a reckless fighting style!

"Awooo—!!"

The Azure Dragon, in pain, frantically tried to turn over and bite back.

But Zhao Shanhe didn't give it a chance at all.

He pressed down on it, his entire weight of 160-170 pounds concentrated on his knees, pressing down firmly on Qinglong's neck!

My left hand was pulled out of the dog's mouth. Although the sleeve was torn and there were several bloody cuts on my arm, the bones were fine.

Ignoring his bleeding arm, he clasped his hands together like two pliers, tightly gripping Qinglong's throat!

Chokehold!

"Ooh... cluck..."

The Azure Dragon kicked its four legs wildly, kicking up dust from the ground, and its iron whip-like tail snapped off the legs of the table next to it.

But Zhao Shanhe remained unmoved.

His face was less than three inches away from the dog's face, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Qinglong's wolf eyes, which were gradually becoming unfocused due to suffocation.

At this moment, Zhao Shanhe is more like a wolf than a wolf, more like a beast than a beast!

"Are you convinced?!"

Zhao Shanhe let out a low roar and increased the force of his hand by three points!

Suffocation.

The shadow of death.

Finally, terror appeared in Qinglong's cruel eyes.

It sensed that this two-legged creature could really kill it, and in the next second!

Its bristling fur gradually calmed down, and its frantically kicking limbs went limp.

It tucked its proud tail between its legs.

The threatening roar in his throat turned into a pleading sob.

"Waaah...waaah..."

It turned its head to the side, exposing its most vulnerable throat, and pressed its belly to the ground.

This is submission.

Complete surrender.

"call……"

Only then did Zhao Shanhe exhale a long breath and loosen his hands, which had become somewhat stiff.

He slowly stood up, glanced at his still bleeding left arm, and casually flicked the blood beads off.

"You beast, your teeth are really hard."

He grinned, not as a compliment, but as a declaration of sovereignty.

Old Sun, who was on the kang (a heated brick bed), had long since dropped his pipe onto the mat.

He stared in disbelief at the scene, completely forgetting about the homemade sprayer he had originally intended to use to save his life.

I was stunned for several seconds.

Suddenly, a loud laugh broke the deathly silence in the room.

"Hahaha! Good! Good lad!!"

Old Sun slapped his thigh suddenly, laughing so hard his beard trembled. His cloudy eyes were now filled with undisguised admiration.

"You've got guts! That 'feeding hand' move you just made—if it were your dad, he wouldn't dare do it even if he were beaten to death!"

"Alright!"

Old Sun grabbed the keys from the table, didn't even look at them, and casually tossed them to Zhao Shanhe as if they were worthless stones.

"Take this dog away! It's under your control now, and nobody can stop it."

Zhao Shanhe caught the key without any pretense. He first tore off a piece of his shirt to simply tie around his bleeding left arm, then bent down and, with a "snap," unlocked the heavy iron chain around Qinglong's neck.

The Azure Dragon, now free, shook its enormous head.

It didn't run away, nor did it go crazy.

The ferocious beast that had been so menacing just moments before now resembled a child who had done something wrong. It cautiously approached Zhao Shanhe, lowered its head, and extended its barbed tongue to lick the back of Zhao Shanhe's still bleeding left hand.

Hot and humid, rough.

This means they have accepted their master.

"You're quite sensible."

Zhao Shanhe reached out and rubbed its head vigorously.

Then, he turned to look at the black dog that was still trembling in the basket on his back.

This guy witnessed the entire brutal hand-to-hand combat.

Looking at Zhao Shanhe now, where was the slightest hint of defiance in its once sinister eyes? Only the most primal fear of an animal facing its natural enemy remained.

Animal instincts are the most direct.

In its perception, the blue behemoth in the corner was an invincible monster, but the man in front of it almost strangled that monster to death.

Absolute power means absolute domination.

Its rebellious streak had been completely shattered by fear in those last few minutes.

Zhao Shanhe walked over, took out his knife, and cut the rope binding the black dog's limbs.

"Waaah..."

As soon as the rope was loosened, the black dog did not suddenly attack or hurt anyone as before, nor did it try to escape.

It first glanced at the menacing Azure Dragon beside it, and was so frightened that it instinctively wanted to shrink back. But there was a wall behind it and wolves in front of it.

It made the extremely astute choice to save its own life—

Dragging his broken leg, he crawled two steps close to the ground and then shrank himself behind Zhao Shanhe's heels.

Although it cannot speak, its actions speak volumes: in this house, only by hiding behind the strongest man can one have a chance of survival.

"He's a clever guy."

Zhao Shanhe sneered. Although this dog wasn't completely loyal yet, it was already "terrified." This was the first step in training a hawk: establishing authority.

Without hesitation, he snapped one end of the thick iron chain that had been used to tether the green dragon to the black dog's neck.

"Walk."

On the left followed a majestic green dragon, like a guardian deity; on the right dragged a limping black dragon, its tail tucked between its legs, too ashamed to raise its head.

This scene presents a contrast between good and evil, a fierce and a cowardly pair.

"Thank you, Grandpa Sun."

Zhao Shanhe clasped his hands in a fist salute to Old Sun on the kang (heated brick bed), his tone solemn:

"I'm taking this dog with me. Don't worry, with me, it'll only eat meat, never bran. In a couple of days, when I go into the mountains and catch a big catch, I'll definitely bring you the first cut of meat to go with my drinks!"

"Get lost!"

Old Sun chuckled and cursed, then picked up his pipe again and waved his hand.

"Get out of here! Don't bleed here, it's making me dizzy!"

Although he verbally told Zhao Shanhe to leave, Old Sun looked at Zhao Shanhe's bloodied back and clearly felt a sense of relief that "there is a successor."

Zhao Shanhe laughed loudly and said no more.

He kicked open the heavy wooden door, led the two evil spirits, and strode into the swirling snow.