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

The two people and the dog trudged step by step into the crevice, stepping on the slippery pebbles.

When the wind reaches this point, it seems to be abruptly cut off by two sheer cliffs cleaved by knives and axes.

The surroundings were deathly silent, except for the grinding of Li Baotian's teeth and the crunching of his feet on dry twigs.

The further you go in, the stronger the stench of gunpowder and thick blood becomes.

Li Baotian held the lantern in both hands, his wrists trembling uncontrollably, the dim yellow light flickering wildly on the dark stone walls on both sides.

Suddenly, the Azure Dragon, who was walking in front, stopped.

It let out a distorted wail and lunged forward desperately, but its injured leg couldn't hold it up, and it fell heavily into the mud after only two steps.

The Azure Dragon didn't stop. Its front paws gripped the muddy ground tightly, its chest pressed against the mud, as it dragged its body forward.

Old Sun hissed, "Fire at the front!"

Li Baotian quickly handed the lantern forward.

The dim, yellowish light finally tore through the black fog ahead.

After just one glance, Li Baotian's legs felt like they had been pulled out of their sockets, and he knelt down on the gravel beach with a thud, nearly smashing the lantern in his hand.

A dozen steps away, in the muddy ground, lay a huge mountain of flesh.

That mountain king weighs four or five hundred pounds.

It lay on its side in a pool of blood, with a gaping hole torn open by a bullet on the outside of its right anterior scapula, the bullet lodged inside.

Beneath its thick neck, flesh was torn and ripped apart, its trachea and arteries ripped open by some extremely heavy, sharp weapon, leaving a terrifying gash, with black blood spurting everywhere.

Even Old Sun, who had been hunting all his life, couldn't help but gasp when he saw the mountain of flesh.

too big.

This beast lay there at the bottom of the ditch, like a rubble wall blocking all way out.

No wonder Zhao Shanhe didn't even have a chance to fire a shot, and was forced into this desperate situation.

If it were an ordinary hunter, he would have chewed up even the bone fragments in the blink of an eye.

Old Sun didn't relax for a second, keeping his gun pointed at Tiger Head as he slowly moved closer.

He used his toe to pick up an icy stone and smashed it hard on the tiger's face. Seeing that the beast didn't even flinch, he slowly loosened the hammer of the old-fashioned gun.

Li Baotian scrambled over and circled the pile of dead flesh by the light, but he couldn't see a single person in sight.

The string that had been taut all night in his heart finally snapped.

"Mountains and Rivers!"

Li Baotian's eyes instantly reddened, and he screamed desperately into the dark crevice, "Shanhe! Where are you! We've come for you!"

The piercing scream echoed back and forth in the deathly silent precipice, sending chills down one's spine.

"Snapped!"

Old Sun slapped Li Baotian hard across the back of the head, making him stagger.

Old Sun's eyes twitched, and he cursed in a low voice, "What are you howling about here for! Are you afraid the smell of blood won't attract the wolves?"

Li Baotian collapsed into the bloody mud, his hands gripping the Fifth and Sixth Forms tightly, tears streaming down his face.

He pointed at the dead tiger on the ground: "Uncle Sun, we can't find anyone! There's not a soul in sight! Could Shanhe have been killed by this beast..."

"Bullshit!"

Old Sun interrupted him sharply, snatched the lantern from his hand, and pointed at the dead tiger on the ground, cursing, "If it was swallowed whole, how did this four- or five-hundred-pound mountain king die? Did it run off a cliff and die?"

Li Baotian was stunned by the scolding, his tears frozen on his face.

Old Sun shoved the lantern close to the tiger's neck, his eye muscles twitching violently: "Open your eyes wider! Look at that bullet wound on its shoulder, it grazed the skin and went into the dead flesh, it didn't hit any vital organs at all."

"Look again at the gash under its neck!"

Old Sun pointed to the mangled, rotten flesh: "This was done by someone getting close and shredding it with a knife!"

"Zhao Shanhe must be nearby! He's probably seriously injured and unable to move, otherwise, given his personality, he would never just leave this dead tiger here unattended."

Li Baotian was jolted awake by the barrage of insults. He quickly wiped away his tears with the back of his muddy hand and hurriedly got up, looking around.

Old Sun, carrying a lantern, carefully examined the blood and mud covering the ground.

Those bloodshot old eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

Soon, he found a very obvious drag mark in the mud, stretching out from beside the dead tiger and heading straight to the deepest part of the headless cliff.

Old Sun strode forward following the trail of blood.

When you reach the end of the crevice, there is a dead end with no way to go.

The bloodstain broke off at the bottom of a dry rock that protruded more than half a meter high below the cliff.

Old Sun suddenly raised the lantern, and the dim yellow light shone upwards along the rough rock face.

Li Baotian looked up, following the light.

A dark figure leaned against the top of the giant rock, which was suspended in the air on three sides.

Zhao Shanhe.

His old cotton-padded jacket had long since been torn into strips of cloth soaked in blood plasma, and his whole body was covered in mud and dried black blood.

He fell halfway down onto the cold rock, a tattered strip of cloth tightly wedged into his thigh, but his right hand, as if cast in iron, gripped the old deer antler hunting knife stained with tiger blood.

In the sheltered hollow at the innermost part of the boulder, half of the black dragon's body was submerged in blood, its belly wrapped in tattered cloth, and it had already fainted.

The Azure Dragon lay beneath the rock, its front paws desperately pawing at the stone surface, emitting a series of whimpers from its throat.

Li Baotian looked up, his eyes instantly reddening again, trembling with heartache: "Shanhe..."

He used both his hands and feet to climb up the boulder that was half a meter high.

Old Sun grabbed him by the back of his collar and yanked him back to the ground.

"Shut your mouth! Do you want to scare him away?"

Old Sun threw the lantern to the ground, and in a few quick movements, he ripped off the medicine basket from his back. His voice was hoarse, but his movements were incredibly fast.

"I'll pass it from upstairs, you catch it from below. Support his back and legs firmly, and whatever you do, don't touch the bloody hole in his thigh where the cloth strip is tied! Get him down safely and gently!"

Old Sun gritted his teeth, his withered fingers gripping the cracks in the rock, and nimbly climbed up the boulder.

As you get closer, the pungent smell of blood assaults your senses.

Zhao Shanhe felt as if he had been rolled in blood and mud, barely breathing, his body as cold as a rock.

Old Sun didn't dare to delay. He reached behind Zhao Shanhe and under his armpits, dragging him little by little toward the edge of the rock.

"then!"

Below, Li Baotian gritted his teeth, steadied himself in a horse stance, and spread his arms to catch Zhao Shanhe as he slid down.

The heavy weight of over 100 pounds slammed into his arms, causing Li Baotian's legs to buckle and he nearly fell to his knees. But he managed to hold on and carefully laid the person flat on the slightly drier gravel beach.

Old Sun jumped down and ripped open the tattered cotton quilt covering Zhao Shanhe's chest.

His chest was covered with large patches of horrifying purplish-blue bruises, with several cuts and lacerations from the tiger's claws.

Old Sun stretched out his rough fingers and pressed quickly inch by inch on Zhao Shanhe's ribs, his tense expression easing slightly.

"Two ribs were broken, but thankfully they didn't pierce into my lungs. It's like the King of Hell took a nap."

Old Sun turned to Li Baotian and hissed, "What are you standing there for! Open the medicine basket! Take out the white cloth and hemostatic medicine! Start a fire! Quickly!"

Li Baotian seemed to wake from a dream, hurriedly rushed over and opened the medicine basket. With trembling hands, he took out a fire tinder and a small piece of pine resin, grabbed some dry branches from the side and gathered them together.

Old Sun tore off a piece of clean white cloth, poured in strong liquor, and pressed it directly onto the deep, bone-revealing wound on Zhao Shanhe's inner thigh without any hesitation.

Strong liquor kills meat.

Zhao Shanhe, who was unconscious, twitched instinctively, and a muffled groan escaped his throat. His tightly closed eyelids trembled violently, but he was unable to open them.

Soon, firelight shone at the bottom of the cliff, the flames licking the pine firewood and crackling, finally dispelling the solidified chill of the surroundings.

Qinglong limped over to Zhao Shanhe's side, licking the dried bloodstains on his face and making rapid sobs.

Using the firelight, Old Sun climbed up the boulder again and carried the dying black dragon down with him.

The old dog's stomach wound was already festering and inflamed; you could feel the scalding heat even through the tattered cloth.

"We've done everything we could."

Old Sun slumped down beside the fire and pulled out his pipe.

His hands, which were usually as steady as a mountain when holding a gun, were now trembling so badly that he couldn't even stuff a cigarette into them.

He stared at Zhao Shanhe's face, illuminated by the firelight, and after a long while, he exhaled a breath of stale air: "The bleeding has stopped, and the fire has been started. The rest depends on whether you're tough enough."