Reborn as a rebellious son like a wolf

There is a cool breeze in the silent mountain forest, and the hooting of owls can be heard endlessly, which makes people's hair stand on end.

Tang Mo kept digging the hole, the shovel in his hand swiped rapidly, the soil flew up, and soon a deep hole was dug out, more than enough to bury the four of them.

Throwing away the shovel in his hand, Tang Mo looked at his sore and blistered hands, and sighed that his hands were really tender, and blisters immediately formed after only a long time of work.

He didn't pay attention, bent over and took out the things from the four corpses, then pushed them all into the pit, and filled all the mud next to them.

By the time it was really buried, the moon had already hung high, and Tang Mo guessed it would be around nine o'clock.

Clapping his hands, looking at the flat ground he slapped, he said with a smile: "If you don't have the intention to kill me, I won't make a move. The pit is a bit narrow, and you can squeeze it together."

Turning around and holding the shovel, Tang Mo looked at the direction and estimated to go down.

The road is not smooth, and the shovel in hand is a good helper when encountering thorns.

The moonlight dimly illuminated the road ahead. Tang Mo kept walking down. It seemed that after walking for more than an hour, he still couldn't see the light of the small house. At this moment, he knew that he was really lost.

This body is so delicate after all, Tang Mo couldn't bear to sit on the ground, looking at the strange forest, he yawned directly.

He reached into his sleeve pocket and took out the things that the guards had scavenged just now, two small bamboo tubes, and some broken silver. He touched the small bamboo tube, and found that it could be turned, so he stretched out his hand and turned it away gently.

Just after he took off the top cap, a string of flames burst out from the top of the hat. The bright light surprised Tang Mo. It turned out that this was an ancient fire.

Quickly circled a pile of dead leaves next to it, put the torch over it, and the leaves started to burn when they touched the fire.

After covering the fire folder, Tang Mo carefully put it away. This is a good thing and cannot be thrown away casually.

Taking the dead tree branch next to him, he made the fire more intense, and Tang Mo heaved a sigh of relief when his body warmed up.

There was a light dry wind in the air, and the smell of blood filled his nostrils. Tang Mo looked warily at the place not far away where the smell of blood came from.

The guards died on the mountain. His place should be somewhere at the foot of the mountain. In other words, someone was in front and was seriously injured.

He tore off his sleeves and wrapped them around a wooden stick next to him. A simple torch succeeded. After lighting it, he walked towards the place where the smell of blood came from.

The flames lit up the front, and soon he found a man in white clothes lying on the ground under the branch in front of him, his face was covered by his sleeves, and the wound on his waist was very glaring.

Walking over, looking at the blood around his waist, the blood wet the clothes around his waist and some dripped on the branches and leaves. The strong smell of blood can imagine how severe the injury was.

Touching him lightly, Tang Mo said, "Are you angry?"

Seeing that there was no movement, he directly opened his sleeves, and when he saw his resolute and handsome face, he sighed in surprise, what a handsome man.

The man's fair skin was pale due to excessive color loss, he was wearing brocade clothes, and his belt was inlaid with gemstones, which showed that he was of extraordinary background.

Tang Mo patted his face lightly, lowered his head to check his breathing, and found that he was in shock. If he didn't save him, he would die sooner or later.

Without thinking too much, he inserted the torch into the soft soil, folded his hands on his chest, pressed lightly, again and again, and made a manual call seven times.

Within 3 minutes, the man on the ground was breathing slowly, but Tang Mo didn't notice it, and lowered his head to give him artificial respiration.

At the moment when he kissed, the man opened his eyes suddenly, looking at the face that was close at hand, a little unresponsive, his lips moved instinctively to touch his soft lips.

Xiao Zhengting realized what he had encountered, his pupils opened slightly, and he held the dagger hidden at his waist tightly, and swung it forcefully at Tang Mo.