The moment the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed firmly against his temple, Li Erniu, who was on the verge of losing consciousness, suddenly shuddered.

He struggled to lift his swollen eyelids, which were as thick as steamed buns. Through his blood-stained, blurred vision, he saw Ah Jiu's one eye, which was extremely distorted by fear and greed.

Ajiu yanked him away from Lei Dong and huddled in a corner of a boulder.

Use Li Erniu's body to block all possible shooting angles, then turn to face Lei Dong:

"Brother Lei! He's useless! This guy is a burden! A hot potato!"

Ah Jiu's single eye was bloodshot, and he shook his head frantically.

"Did you hear that? That noise! ​​The person in the shadows is playing us. He doesn't care if this prisoner lives or dies! He wants both of us dead! With this half-dead thing in our hands, none of us can escape!"

The veins on his arm, which was gripping Li Erniu's neck, bulged, almost crushing Li Erniu's neck bones. His voice was even lower and more sinister.

"Kill him! Brother Lei, listen to me, kill him right now! Let's split up and run. With our skills, we still have a 50% chance of getting out! If we drag this out any longer, we'll both die here!"

Completely stunned, Lei Dong stared in disbelief at the "strategist" who had been bowing and scraping to him just minutes before.

His lips trembled, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

"Ah Jiu... are you fucking crazy?! He's our only... our only bargaining chip right now!"

"Champions?!"

Ah Jiu seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and laughed shrilly.

"Lei Dong, wake up! What do you have to offer as a bargaining chip? Your face?! Our only way to survive is to run! Run faster than him, run farther than a ghost!"

Ajiu's theory is simple, yet cruel.

Faced with an absolute threat of death, any burden must be discarded, or even personally "disposed of," to prevent future troubles.

Just as Lei Dong's mind went blank, a hoarse, weak voice, yet carrying a strange laugh, echoed between the two of them.

"Heh...heh heh..."

Li Erniu coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, his swollen lips parted, and his honest face now wore a chilling, all-knowing smirk.

He first glanced at Ajiu, who seemed to have gone mad, and then with all his might, turned his gaze to Lei Dong, whose face was deathly pale.

"Lei... Lei Dong... are you only just realizing... what kind of dog is beside you?"

Li Erniu's voice was like a broken bellows, each word carrying a bloody stench, yet clearly penetrating their ears.

"He told you... to kill me now... and then we'd run away separately..."

He paused deliberately, letting the provocative undertones ferment in the deathly silence.

"Heh heh... Do you believe it? The moment you let him go, he'll find somewhere to hide."

"Look at my brother Qingshan... how he took you down with one bullet after another... He never wanted to live with you... he wanted you... to be his scapegoat!"

"Shut the fuck up!!"

Ah Jiu was struck in the heart by those words and instantly flew into a rage. He slammed the homemade shotgun in his hand hard into Li Erniu's temple, making him see stars.

But Li Erniu seemed to feel no pain; instead, he laughed even harder, his face covered in blood and foam, trembling.

"Shut up?"

He stared intently at Ajiu, who was too guilty to meet Lei Dong's gaze.

"You dog who doesn't know how to live without its master! You think you can escape from Baitou Mountain by killing me? My brother Qingshan can catch you even with his eyes closed in these mountains! You can run to the ends of the earth, but he'll still find you!"

After saying that, he suddenly turned his head towards Lei Dong, his eyes revealing a ruthless determination to die together, and his voice suddenly rose in pitch:

"Lei Dong! You've been a ruthless bandit who's been living on the edge for years! Can't you see that?! Today, the three of us are all going to die here! None of us will escape!"

"But!" Li Erniu's tone shifted abruptly, a gambler's madness gleaming in his normally dim eyes. "Death and being dead are not the same thing!"

He let out a "hoho" laugh, each word like the most vicious curse, striking Lei Dong and A Jiu's hearts:

"If either of you manages to escape today... I swear! Even if I, Li Erniu, become a ghost, I'll still recognize your faces!"

"My brother Qingshan, he will remember even more! He will leave these mountains, find your home, find your wives and children, find every penny you've hidden..."

"Then, a single fire will burn it all to the ground! Enough to wipe out your lineage, you bastards!!"

These words were like an ice pick coated with deadly poison, piercing deep into the softest and most fearful part of the hearts of these two desperate men.

They may not be afraid of death, but they are afraid that everything they have gained with their lives will end up being nothing!

Looking at Li Erniu's ferocious and resolute face, and then at Ajiu beside him with her eyes darting around, Lei Dong's last shred of hope was completely crushed.

"You...you're talking fucking nonsense!!"

Fear twisted A-Jiu's reason. He no longer wanted to run. His only thought now was to shut up the man who dared to curse his bloodline immediately! Shut up forever!

"I'll make sure you're childless first!!"

Ajiu let out a roar that sounded inhuman, his single eye filled with pure killing intent, and his finger on the trigger tightened suddenly!

It's now!

In the instant that Ajiu completely lost his mind and focused all his attention on killing himself, Li Erniu got his chance to gamble with his life!

He suddenly channeled the last bit of strength he had left into his neck and back!

His eyes, which had been dull, suddenly shone with an unprecedented light!

He tilted his head back and, with all his might, rammed his forehead—so strong it could shatter rocks—into A-Jiu's face, which was filled with astonishment and madness!

"Get the hell out of my way!!"

"Bang!!"

A dull, teeth-grinding sound of flesh and bone colliding suddenly rang out!

Ah Jiu never expected that this prisoner, whom he regarded as a piece of trash, would actually carry out the most deadly plan and resistance in such a tragic way!

"Snap!"

His nasal bone was shattered and collapsed on the spot, and an indescribable pain mixed with sourness shot straight to the top of his head!

Ah Jiu's vision went black, and she let out a shrill scream as she staggered backward and fell frantically.

The arm that was gripping Li Erniu's neck also instinctively loosened its grip due to the excruciating pain.

This opportunity is fleeting!

A sudden gust of wind arose in the valley!

The howling north wind, like an invisible ghostly hand, whipped up the withered leaves and rain mist from the ground, raging wildly through the forest. The trees groaned under the weight, their branches and leaves dancing wildly, the entire forest a chaotic mess like a pot of boiling water.

Three hundred steps!

This distance is simply impossible for an old, poorly constructed double-barreled shotgun without rifling.

In addition, the violent crosswinds, strong enough to disorient birds, would blow any single-headed bullet fired off course completely off course.

As Ajiu covered her face and screamed in agony, a fleeting sense of relief at surviving the ordeal even crossed her mind amidst the intense pain.

At such a distance and with such strong winds, even if he were a god descending to earth, he wouldn't be able to hit me!

However, three hundred paces away, on a muddy slope...

Lu Qingshan made a move.

He plunged one knee heavily into the cold mud, half of his body seemingly rooted to the earth, as steady as a rock.

The muscle memory he had developed in his past lives—calculating wind drift and predicting bullet trajectories amidst countless gunfire, and killing enemies with a single shot at the extreme distance—was now completely integrated into his soul.

He didn't look at the wildly dancing treetops, nor did he listen to the howling wind.

His cheeks are the best anemometer, and his skin is the most sensitive hygrometer.

Northwest crosswinds, force 7 or higher, with unpredictable gusts. Saturated humidity increases projectile drag.

"At a distance of 320 paces, use heavy slugs, with a drop of half a foot as the baseline..."

"The wind is deflected...corrected to the left by one and a half fingers."

All of these calculations were completed in the blink of an eye in his mind, forming an invisible trajectory diagram of death.

What he held in his hand was no longer an old hunting rifle.

Rather, it was an extension of his arms and will.

Following his judgment, the muzzle rose slightly by half an inch, and then shifted extremely slightly to the left by a finger and a half.

His eyes, calm and devoid of any emotion, were fixed on A-Jiu, who was covering her face and screaming in agony, her body falling backward from the pain and loss of balance.

He even predicted the trajectory of Ah Jiu's fall in the next second, and the final position of her head.

The trigger was slowly pulled down.

"boom!!"

The muffled gunshot, like a thunderclap exploding on flat ground, tore through the howling wind!

The enormous recoil slammed into Lu Qingshan's shoulder, but he remained completely still, kneeling in the mud as steady as a mountain.

A heavy slug, infused with boundless killing intent, spun and roared as it spewed from the muzzle!

It tore through the rain and mist in front of it, like a raging wild boar that had been completely enraged, and plunged headlong into the howling and raging wind!

The wind wants to blow it off course!

But the terrifying kinetic energy and rotational inertia carried by the bullet itself firmly maintained the trajectory that Lu Qingshan had given it, a trajectory that transcended life and death!

Crossing the extreme distance of three hundred steps!

Cross this chaotic and perilous wilderness!

Ajiu, who was clutching his face and rolling on the ground in pain, suddenly felt a chill between his brows. An unprecedented fear, originating from the depths of his soul, made the hairs on his body stand on end.

His only remaining, intact eye suddenly contracted in size.

In his field of vision, a small black dot that kept getting bigger and bigger instantly took over his entire world.

"Pfft!!"

A muffled thud.

The slug pierced his right eye socket with perfect accuracy, plunging deep into his terrified state!

There were no screams.

All sounds were instantly swallowed up by the violent kinetic energy.

The immense impact sent A-Jiu, whose body wasn't particularly heavy, flying backward through the air as if struck head-on by an invisible siege hammer!

He was like a tattered rag doll with its strings torn, tracing a tragic arc in mid-air.

"Thump!!"

Another extremely muffled, deafening bang!

Ah Jiu's head slammed heavily against the trunk of the red pine tree behind him, a tree that required two people to hug!

The bullet that pierced through his entire skull cavity still had momentum, and it actually pinned his head firmly to the rough bark of a tree!

Blood, mixed with murky brain matter, gushed down along the ancient texture of the tree trunk.

Ah Jiu's limbs twitched violently a few times as if they had been electrocuted by a high voltage.

His shattered left eye and the bloody hole blasted out by the bullet stared fixedly at the gray sky, as if silently questioning something.

Finally, his body fell completely, hanging in mid-air, swaying gently in the cold mountain wind like a tattered scarecrow.

Thus, the most cunning and suspicious strategist among this group of Jin bandits was completely eliminated.

Lei Dong watched all of this unfold, from Ajiu's betrayal to Li Erniu's counterattack, to the gunshot that pierced the wind, and finally the horrific scene of Ajiu being nailed to a tree.

He looked at the flowing red and white substance and felt as if all the blood in his body had been drained in an instant.

All escape routes, all luck, all hope were shattered by this single shot.

This hunter, who has been lurking in the shadows all along... is not a ghost, but Yama, the King of Hell! He is the god of this mountain! He has come specifically to take the lives of this group of evil spirits!

He lost.

A crushing defeat, a complete and utter humiliation!

"Ah...ah...ahhhhhhh!!"

The fear, anger, regret, and despair that Lei Dong had been holding back for so long finally erupted at this moment! He roared like a maddened beast, his voice echoing through the valley!

"Ah Jiu, you bastard! I'll fuck your mother!!"

He first cursed at Ajiu's corpse, then kicked and smashed the half-person-high dead tree next to him.

He threw away the submachine gun in his hand, which was now empty of bullets and useless, as if discarding his last shred of dignity.

He reached back and pulled out the triangular bayonet from the leather sheath at his waist. The bayonet had been soaked in deadly poison and had drunk the blood of countless people in the jungles of Yue!

Those bloodshot, triangular eyes were fixed on a figure three hundred paces away, slowly rising from the mud, his form blurred in the rain and mist, yet radiating an endless sense of oppression.

All the scheming has vanished.

All the firearms were rendered useless.

All that remains is the most primal bloodlust and the overwhelming hatred born from crushed dignity!

"Scrap!!"

Lei Dong suddenly exerted force with his leg muscles, and like a tiger driven to the brink of despair and determined to perish together with its prey, he launched a desperate charge towards Lu Qingshan!

"Whether you're human or ghost! Even if I die today, I'll tear you apart with my own hands!!"

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