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Zhou Yan was thrilled and stopped watching the wild boar, heading straight into the village.

He hadn't gone far when he saw a stall set up in front of a thatched house, displaying various hunting tools.

A dark-skinned, honest-looking middle-aged man was squatting at the doorway, tidying up the hemp rope in front of him.

Zhou Yan paused, looking at the few short spears among them.

The short spear was about three feet long, with a hardwood shaft and a rough but well-sharpened spearhead.

Compared to weapons like bows and arrows that require skill, short spears are clearly more suitable for someone like him who has little experience.

Seeing that a customer had come in, the stall owner casually said:

"Feel free to browse. Let me know if you need anything."

Zhou Yan nodded.

How much do I buy the short spear?

The stall owner looked up, saw that he looked young, and said:

"One qian for five pieces."

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Hearing the price, Zhou Yan felt it was a bit expensive; it was just a piece of hardwood wrapped in iron.

But then I thought that although short spears are consumables, they can be reused. More importantly, there were no other stalls setting up today, which made me feel helpless.

"Give me ten short spears, a bundle of hemp rope, and another sack."

A smile immediately spread across the stall owner's dark face, and he said promptly:

"Great! I'll also give you a basket to carry your short spears."

Zhou Yan thanked him.

The total cost was three coins.

After paying, Zhou Yan casually asked:

"Boss, do you have a map of the mountains?"

This was his first time entering the mountains. In his previous life, he had often heard stories of people getting lost in the mountains and not being able to find their way down. He was just taking precautions.

"map?"

Upon hearing this, the stall owner's grin widened even further.

"Young man, we hunters in the mountains don't even know many characters, how would we draw maps?"

"However, there is a small path behind the village, which was left by the village hunters who often went up the mountain, and it is relatively safe."

He looked up at the stall owner awkwardly.

[Experienced Hunter (White)]

The target state is stable...

With an embarrassed smile, Zhou Yan thanked the vendor, asked for directions in detail, took the tools that the vendor had already wrapped up, and turned to leave.

As Zhou Yan walked away, the honest-looking man in front of the thatched hut gradually lost his smile, his eyes fixed on the direction Zhou Yan had left, lost in thought.

……

Zhou Yan, carrying his tools, looked up at the sky and estimated that there were at least two hours left before sunset.

He knew, of course, that going up the mountain at night would be very dangerous.

So he decided to follow the route given by the stall owner and scout it out first.

To save time from wasting on the road tomorrow morning, since he has to work tomorrow night and time is precious.

Having made up his mind, Zhou Yan checked his equipment: a machete, hemp rope, a short spear in his basket, and a burlap sack.

He didn't prepare any food, only filled a water bag with some water, since he would be coming down soon.

After confirming that it was about time, Zhou Yan followed the muddy path in the village, winding his way to the back of the village.

A narrow path, barely wide enough for two people, clearly a frequent route, led straight into the deep mountains in front of them.

He took a deep breath, tightened the basket on his back, and strode forward.

……

The Qingmang Mountain, which had just been rained on, still had some lingering mist.

A gray rabbit that should have been alert and docile was now furiously scratching at the roots of a tree in the grass with its two front paws, its eyes red.

It seemed as if the giant brown tree in front of it had some deep-seated grudge against it, because even though its two front paws were already bloody and mangled, it still did not stop moving.

whoosh-

That was the sound of a sharp object cutting through the air.

A short gray spear, imbued with tremendous force, slammed into the ground three feet away from the gray rabbit, its tip still trembling slightly.

The gray rabbit paused in its digging motion, then turned its head and saw a gray-clad boy, bent over and still in a throwing posture, watching it from about ten feet away.

For some reason, the rabbit's face, which should have looked silly and scared in the boy's eyes, actually showed a bit of ferocity.

Instead of running away in fear, it pounced on the boy like a madman, its three-lobed mouth drooling as if it had discovered some food.

Zhou Yan was a little stunned. The short spear that he thought he could hit the target with 100% certainty not only deviated from the target the moment he threw it, but before he could even regret it, his prey was about to escape.

The rabbit, which should have fled, instead roared and pounced.

He grabbed the gray rabbit by the neck as it jumped up and lunged at his face.

Look at that rabbit, even when caught, it shows no fear, only madness.

Zhou Yan frowned, tightened his grip, and snapped the rabbit's neck.

The struggle and screams came to an abrupt end.

He brought his hand closer and carefully examined the rabbit in front of him.

It looks no different from an ordinary rabbit, but why is it so aggressive? It also seems a bit mentally unstable, like it's gone mad.

They didn't notice anything amiss and put the gray rabbit into a sack.

Zhou Yan felt a little happy; he hadn't expected to have such a good harvest so soon after entering the mountains.

Although a wild rabbit may not be worth much, even a sparrow, though small, is still meat.

Moreover, during the ascent, it was discovered that the "Ever-Changing Aura" talent was surprisingly useful in such a complex environment.

That's practically a hunting god-level skill.

As long as he keeps his aura to a minimum, unless he makes a move or touches the other party, they won't be able to detect him at all.

He walked to the vicinity of the big tree and pulled out the short spear stuck in the ground.

He held it in his hand and weighed it in his hand, then shook his head slightly.

"I was too naive. I thought that as long as I had a lot of strength, I would be fine. I didn't expect that controlling the accuracy would be so difficult."

He casually put the short spear back into his backpack and looked up at the yellowish light filtering through the trees.

"It's time to go down the mountain; it might get dark soon."

We've scouted the route enough, but the mountains are still dangerous at night, so let's wait until tomorrow morning to come back.

Having made up his mind, Zhou Yan, looking forward to the possible gains tomorrow, retraced his steps and headed back.

The mountain road was rugged, and the journey back was very quiet. As Zhou Yan walked, he tried his best to control his breathing and pace, trying not to be too conspicuous.

"Old Ma, are you sure that kid went up the mountain?"

Just as Zhou Yan was about to reach the exit of the mountain, a voice came from the bushes ahead.

He paused, frowned slightly, and slowly took a few steps forward, hiding behind a large tree and tilting his head to look in the direction of the sound.

Four furtive figures came into view.

At this moment, the group of people were squatting in the dense grass beside the mountain road, talking to each other.

The man who had just made the sound sounded somewhat familiar to Zhou Yan, but his face was obscured by the grass, so he couldn't recognize him at first glance.

At this moment, the man continued speaking to the person beside him:

"It's almost dark, are you sure you're not seeing things?"

"How could I be wrong? When those fat sheep went into the mountains, it was still bright outside."

The middle-aged hunter with a full beard said impatiently.

"Then we'll wait until dark. If we still haven't made it down the mountain by then, we're probably dead inside."

A voice sounded from behind him:

"Hey, are you sure this is a fat sheep? Don't end up in trouble."

The man named Kuroko said with certainty:

"You know my eyes, when have I ever misjudged someone? That kid looks like he comes from a poor family. He must have heard some rumors and came here to hunt for money without telling his family."

"Once we catch him, we'll definitely be able to sell him for a good price!"

Zhou Yan, who was hiding not far from the group, felt a chill in his heart after overhearing their conversation.

He finally remembered that the man who was speaking was the stall owner who sold his tools before he went up the mountain!

It was obvious that he was the "fat sheep," and from what the group said, they were going to catch him and sell him.

"Damn, aren't rich people the ones who get the most attention? How am I fat?"

Although Zhou Yan felt he had integrated well into this world, some things still often surprised him.

He just wants to make some money and then practice martial arts in peace. Is that wrong?

Zhou Yan's eyes sharpened, and he slowly drew a short spear from his back without making a sound.

His sharp eyes swept over the group of people.

"Since you insist on forcing me, then let me integrate into this world more thoroughly."

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