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

Big Head, carrying a single-barreled homemade gun refilled with gunpowder, charged through the thick fog like a wild boar charging blindly.

When he saw Ma Hou's face, which was smashed and deformed, with his eyes completely shattered, and the two bloody severed fingers in the muddy water, Da Tou's head went "buzz," and he was so frightened that he dropped the homemade gun in his hand into the muddy water.

He scrambled into the mud pit, his hands trembling as he pushed at Ma Hou's shoulder, his voice filled with desperate cries.

"Monkey King! Are you still alive?!"

Upon hearing the shout, the monkey, who was barely breathing in the mud, convulsed violently. A stream of bloody froth mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed from his throat, making a sawing sound like a broken bellows.

The monkey struggled to open its bloodshot eye, which wasn't completely covered, and its left hand, covered in black mud, trembled as it raised it.

"money……"

His mangled mouth trembled violently, and through his broken teeth, he slurred, "Chase...get my 300,000...back..."

With hoarse, panting breaths, his blood-stained finger pointed intently at the empty, large blue stone, then slowly moved towards the long trail of blood that disappeared into the thick fog.

Big Head followed the monkey's finger and looked over.

The thick white mist resembled a gaping maw that devoured people, and the shocking trail of blood stretched deep into the old forest, a veritable death trap.

As he watched the bloodstain disappear into the fog, Big Head shuddered violently, a bone-chilling fear instantly washing over him.

"Brother Monkey..."

Big Head shook his head repeatedly, his voice trembling with sobs. His legs felt like lead, firmly planted in the mud pit, refusing to take another step forward. "You're so badly injured now, your head is smashed open, and you're almost bleeding dry! If I go after you again and leave you here alone, if we delay any longer, you'll really die here!"

He gripped the broken homemade gun tightly, shrinking back repeatedly, finding the most reassuring excuse for himself: "Money can be earned back, but if you lose your life, everything is over! I have to carry you down the mountain to save your life first. Once you've recovered, we'll bring the brothers up the mountain to settle the score with him..."

Hearing Da Tou's cowardly nonsense under the guise of saving people, Ma Hou's obsession instantly turned into a twisted rage.

"Useless...useless..."

Black blood oozed from the lacerated wound at the corner of the monkey's eye, and he was so angry that his chest heaved violently.

He forced out a curse through his throat, and the arm pointing at Big Head convulsed violently twice, spitting out a mouthful of dark red blood.

He couldn't even utter a complete curse before his eyes rolled back and he fainted in the stinking mud pit.

"Monkey King!"

Startled, Big Head cried out and hastily slung the single-barreled homemade gun over his shoulder from the muddy water.

He grabbed the monkey's arm tightly with both hands, and with all his might, dragged the unconscious monkey onto his back. Then, he turned around and ran wildly down the mountain like a madman to escape.

On the other side, deep within the white mist.

Old Scar gritted his teeth and staggered through the withered branches and leaves like a wandering ghost.

The pain from his side had completely numbed half of his body, and the two bare, bloody holes on his right hand were causing excruciating pain with each rapid breath.

The massive blood loss caused his vision to blur, with double images appearing one after another, and the withered leaves under his feet felt like clumps of soft, rotten cotton.

But he dared not stop.

He didn't know if Big Head would be brave enough to follow the trail of blood.

If he were trapped in this old forest now, given his current half-dead state, he would definitely be doomed.

His foot slipped, and his leather boots tripped over a protruding dead tree root.

Old Scar's body suddenly swayed, and he, along with the oilcloth bag he was clutching tightly in his arms, crashed heavily into the icy pile of dead leaves.

"who!"

A low shout could be faintly heard from the edge of the red pine forest ahead.

Scarface Liu, dragging his broken leg covered in mud and blood, was leaning against a dead birch tree, panting heavily.

Hearing the thud behind him, he suddenly raised his five-shot burst weapon.

When he saw the blood-covered figure on the ground, Scarface Liu's eyes twitched, and he limped over.

"Old Scar, how did you get injured like this?"

Scarface Liu stared at the bloody hole in Old Scar's waist that was still gushing blood, then at his right hand, which was missing two fingers and was still dripping black blood, and gasped in shock.

Old Scar lay on his back in the pile of dead leaves, his chest heaving violently.

He clung to his last shred of consciousness, pushed the oilcloth bundle in his arms toward Scarface Liu's feet, and forced a bitter smile onto his blood-stained lips.

"Scarface, I need your help with something..."

Old Scar's deathly gray eyes stared intently at Scarface Liu, his voice weak like a leaky bellows: "Take me out of this forest... to Sandao Gou Town at the foot of the mountain... to the abandoned lumberyard by the railway crossing... find the third red brick bungalow in the back..."

With each additional word he uttered, blood gushed from the bloody hole in his side.

He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to hold his breath: "My old buddy Heizi... he's right there. He owes me a favor... the bullet in my body, and this hand... they can't be healed by ordinary means..."

Scarface Liu frowned deeply, staring at the oilcloth bundle on the ground without saying a word.

"Find Hei Zi... he has connections to get me into the city hospital..."

Old Scar let out a choked breath, and the words "Please" were barely squeezed out between his teeth when the tension in his mind snapped completely.

Suddenly everything went black, and Old Scar's head slammed heavily onto a dry branch, causing him to lose consciousness completely.

Scarface Liu was stunned for a moment when he saw Old Scar lying motionless on the ground.

His blood-stained face twitched violently as he slammed his fist into the trunk of a birch tree behind him, sending snowflakes fluttering down from the tree.

Scarface Liu, suppressing his rage, cursed, "Fuck your grandpa! How the hell am I supposed to get you out of this old forest? I'm a cripple myself, barely scraping by!"

Despite his cursing, Scarface Liu still slumped down on the pile of dead leaves, panting heavily.

He glanced at Old Scar, whose face was ashen, and then his gaze slowly moved to the black oilcloth bag stained with blood in Old Scar's arms.

A full 300,000.

If he just bends down now, pulls out the bag, turns around, and limps back down the mountain, this huge sum of money will be completely Liu's.

As for Old Scar, with so many bullet holes on his body, he would freeze solid in less than two hours in this deep mountain forest, saving us the effort of silencing him.

Scarface Liu stretched out his mud-covered hand, which hovered in mid-air.

His Adam's apple bobbed wildly, and a fierce struggle flashed in his eyes, but he ultimately managed to suppress that greed.

He pushed aside the oilcloth bag and tore open the lining of the tattered cotton-padded jacket around Old Scar's waist with both hands.

With a "hissing" sound.

Scarface Liu tore off a few relatively clean strips of cloth and quickly and skillfully tied them tightly around the bleeding hole in Old Scar's side. He then quickly and tightly bandaged Old Scar's right hand, which had lost a finger.

After treating the wound, Scarface Liu was covered in sweat.

He gritted his teeth, stood up, and dragged the unconscious Old Scar into a huge hollow in a red pine tree.

Immediately afterwards, he stuffed the oilcloth bag full of 300,000 into Old Scar's arms, and finally used the surrounding withered branches and leaves to completely cover up the hole, leaving only a gap for ventilation.

After doing all this, Scarface Liu picked up the five-shot rifle from the ground and used it as a crutch, holding it firmly under his armpit.

He looked down at the blood-soaked figure in the tree hollow, almost blending into the withered leaves, and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Old Scar, I definitely can't take you with me now."

Scarface Liu, panting heavily, said in a hoarse voice, "Considering you saved my life before, I'll go down the mountain to Sandao Gully to find someone for you, as a way of repaying you for your life."

He gritted his teeth, turned around, and dragged his bloodied and mangled leg, making his way down the mountain step by step, leaving bloody footprints in his wake.

"But if you die before I get back, or are eaten by wild animals in the forest, then you're out of luck."