Legends about werewolves

He has a prominent chin, long hands and hair all over his body. . . . . Strictly speaking, he is not like a wolf. But everyone in the village said he was a wolf.

When he was studying, the children began to call him a werewolf. Mock and sarcasm stimulated his mind and deeply hurt his self-esteem.

The werewolf finally couldn't help shouting out his heart, "I'm not a werewolf, I'm not a werewolf-"screaming at the top of my lungs, chasing his companions crazily, especially the big man, always leading his friends to bully them like a wayward cow. At this time, the headstrong cow was also frightened. He saw the werewolf's twisted face, two front teeth and hateful eyes, and the children dispersed in a hubbub. From then on, the children never dared to bully him again. They are afraid of his angry face and that his front teeth will really bite his throat like a wolf. The children's chattering mouths let everyone in the village know that werewolves really look like wolves when they are angry. The old people even took part in the rumor, saying seriously, "That year, the werewolf's mother went up the mountain to find her husband who hadn't come back after hunting in the mountains for half a month. She also went for several months, but her husband didn't find her, but she came back alone. It didn't take long to give birth to a furry "werewolf". On the night of production, the wolf on the opposite mountain cried all night. "

Werewolves don't want to learn. He didn't want to see the children whispering, and the teacher looked at him strangely. He prefers hunting in the mountains with his elders. Listen to birds singing in the mountains, watch rapids, climb steep peaks, chase running rabbits and shoot fat wild boars. . . . . All this made him bathe in the eyes of hunters. However, praise was accompanied by doubt, and hunters also whispered behind their backs, "That werewolf ran too fast, like a wild wolf in the mountains, climbing a dangerous mountain, too like a monkey in the mountains." . . . "Then there were more doubts, and even his uncle began to feel a little uneasy." Maybe he really is a wolf, "whispered his uncle. Not long after, two uncles met three hungry wolves in the mountains, two of them were shot, and the other one jumped on the werewolf, trying to bite off the wolf's son. In a flash, the instinct of survival made the werewolf hug the hungry wolf tightly, and the man and the wolf rolled down the hillside together. Uncle chased down from the nearby mountain road with a shotgun. He saw an amazing scene, a werewolf with a twisted face, two front teeth and a mouthful of blood. . . . . The werewolf killed the wolf and soon spread all over the small mountain village.

People don't want to hunt with werewolves in the mountains. "Once we eat up the dry food, maybe a werewolf will bite us, especially his ambiguous front teeth-it's so scary! Two front teeth are longer than a wolf's canine teeth, and they will bite your son, suck your blood and eat your flesh. " Hunters are talking about it. Especially every winter, hungry wolves occasionally attack livestock in the mountains, and everyone organizes hunting teams, but the harvest is not great. As a result, people began to suspect werewolves. "It may be a werewolf out at night. Someone saw the werewolf eat all the dry food in the mountains and eat his prey raw-don't forget, he is a wolf! " The villagers asked the werewolf to move out of the village alone for everyone's safety.

The werewolf went to the village chief to complain. The village chief only said that it was everyone's decision. "Although there is no direct evidence that werewolves steal livestock at night, it is better to let werewolves move out of the village for the safety of livestock." The werewolf went to beg his uncle again, hoping to say a good word to the villagers for his dead parents. Uncle just shook his head. The werewolf had no choice but to go to the hillside and burn the stone house with stones. He never wants to go down the mountain again except to exchange prey. The villagers at the foot of the mountain always look at the prey on the werewolf's shoulder with amazing eyes. They always say in private, "This is the werewolf. He is a wolf, and he is very powerful. You see, he always hunts. His rabbit was chased and didn't have a gun, so his mountain rabbit didn't have a gun hole or even trauma. "

The werewolf himself began to believe the rumors outside and even suspected that he was really a werewolf. Because he found his hair growing more and more, even appearing on his face.

The werewolf affair finally aroused the interest of Shanwai County Animal Research Institute. The researchers personally conducted various tests for werewolves. It is concluded that werewolves are human beings, and werewolves are only a rare phenomenon of human anti-ancestor. They injected the werewolf with drugs, claiming that they could stop the deterioration of the werewolf's sex. One of the directors carefully looked at the werewolf's hands and feet and was shocked by his abnormal hands and feet. After learning that werewolves occasionally walk on all fours after entering the mountain, he warned werewolves, "Try to walk upright." He is also advised to move back to the foot of the mountain and spend more time with the villagers, which is conducive to preventing the wolf from deteriorating.

The werewolf didn't move back after all, because everyone in the village had decided that he was not human, although he had obvious human characteristics. "He is degenerating into a wolf, and I am afraid that one day he will get angry and hurt the villagers." The villagers are still stubborn.

The werewolf who still lives in the mountains brought back two cubs. People in the village believe that "werewolves" are wolves. They always say that werewolves live with wolves now. "I killed the mother wolf, and what should I do if I don't bring back the rest of my cubs?" The excuse of the werewolf is still too pale for the people in the village.

When the people from the institute visited the werewolf again, they found that his face had a lot of hair. So they injected him with some drugs. The two wolves just stood there, gnashing their teeth and wailing. The institute suggested that the werewolf kill his wolf, but the werewolf refused. "When I go hunting, two wolves are my good helpers." The werewolf always pats the heads of the two wolves and says, "They listen to me very much."

Werewolves have degenerated even more, and their faces have more hair. He spent less and less time in the stone house, and spent most of his time in the mountains, chasing prey with his two wolves.

The director of the Institute of Zoology finally met him in the stone house and told him that the medicine he had given was not as effective as they had said before, but now it has improved and he needs to be re-injected. The werewolf flatly refused. "It doesn't matter to me whether it is depraved or not. If it's a wolf, it's a wolf, barely human. " If you want to be a wolf, you can't be a wolf-in fact, being a wolf may be easier than being a man. Walking on all fours is more convenient and comfortable than walking upright when going up the mountain. "The director was dumbfounded.

Werewolves rarely go down the mountain and hardly see anyone all the year round. Later, the werewolf's stone house never saw the werewolf again. The villagers all agree that werewolves were eaten by wolves in the mountains. "It may have been eaten by two wolves he raised." His uncle came to this conclusion. But anyway, people gradually forget about werewolves.

A few years later, there were more wolves in the village. They always go out to attack livestock during the day. Therefore, the hunters in the village set up a Wolf Warriors team, and they must kill these wolves.

On this day, it snowed heavily. The wolves finally entered the encirclement, and people burst into gunfire. . . .

People gathered around and found three wolves lying in the snow. One of them was lying on his back in a pool of blood. "Ah, this wolf looks like a man!" Finally someone exclaimed. "It's really a person, his face, his feet and his hands. . . . "So people decided that it was not a wolf, but a man!

Afterwards, the werewolf's uncle said, "He was killed by them!" " "