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The wind and snow intensified.

The grandfather and grandson trudged through the snow, making their way out of the mountains.

Lu Qingshan used thick hemp rope and whittled birch stalks to make a simple slipper from the huge bear skin.

Bear bile, bear paws, wolf skin, and wolf teeth were all lying peacefully inside.

As for the ginseng king, it lay obediently in Lu Qingshan's arms.

The weight of several hundred kilograms pressed down on the snow, leaving a deep, long trail.

"Qingshan, this thing is much heavier than that wild boar from last time."

The old man glanced back at the heavy bearskin slippers, a smile he couldn't hide on his face.

"Sir, the best days are yet to come."

Lu Qingshan responded and tightened his grip.

With this windfall, he had enough money to build a house and get married, and even had some capital left over to do other things.

Both of them were preoccupied with their own thoughts, and they walked very quickly.

Just as they were about to leave the familiar narrow mountain path, a piercing scream suddenly came from the depths of the dense forest behind them.

Sharp, twisted, filled with extreme pain and fear.

"Awooo—!"

Immediately following was a series of incoherent, frantic curses, and the sound of another person scrambling and breaking branches as they fled.

Old Master Lu's muscles tensed, and he instantly bent down and picked up his hunting rifle.

What's that noise?

Lu Qingshan stopped and turned to look in the direction from which the sound came.

His face didn't change much, but his eyes turned cold.

"Sir, don't panic."

He handed the hemp rope in his hand to the old man.

"You stay here and watch the things, I'll go take a look."

"You better watch out, kid!"

The old man gave a word of advice out of concern.

Lu Qingshan stepped forward, used the barrel of his gun to clear away the branches blocking his way, and squinted at the face that was swollen and deformed from blood congestion.

"It's you?" Lu Qingshan asked, his voice filled with surprise.

Upon hearing voices, Ma Li, who was hanging upside down, cried out for help before he could even see who it was.

"Help...help me...please...help me...my leg is going to break..."

Old Master Lu frowned and stepped forward, looking at the bloody scene before him, then at the iron-toothed wolf fangs that seemed to be crushing bones, and asked in confusion:

"Qingshan, who...who is this? Do you know him?"

"Sir, this is the gatekeeper at the entrance of the machinery factory."

Lu Qingshan explained the whole story in a few words.

After hearing this, Old Master Lu narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold and sharp glint flashing in them.

Having lived most of his life, the old man was shrewd and experienced, and he instantly pieced together the whole story.

He snorted coldly, looked at Ma Li, who was trembling in pain in mid-air, and spat:

"In this heavy snow, you, a city dweller, would rather forgo a peaceful life and sneak into this remote mountain forest... Hmph, if he hadn't been trying to follow our footsteps to harm you, would he have stumbled into this trap so conveniently?"

The old man's eyes turned cold: "Qingshan, this little bastard is here to kill you."

"Serves you right! Karma!"

Hearing the noise, Ma Li turned his head with difficulty.

When he realized it was Lu Qingshan and his grandson, a frenzied hatred instantly ignited in his bloodshot, bulging eyes.

"Lu...Lu Qingshan!"

His voice was hoarse from shouting, sounding like a broken bellows.

"You son of a bitch! If you have the guts... if you have the guts, put me down! I'll kill you!"

He roared and struggled desperately.

But the more he moved, the deeper the barbs of the wolf-tooth sheath burrowed into his flesh.

The excruciating pain caused him to let out a suppressed roar, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

Lu Qingshan ignored his shouts.

He walked over step by step and stood in front of Ma Li.

The wind and snow swirled around his clothes, and the double-barreled shotgun in his hand gleamed with a cold metallic light in the dim forest.

Ma Li's cursing stopped.

He stared at the dark muzzle of the gun, feeling the chill emanating from it, and his throat went dry.

Lu Qingshan raised his hand.

Instead of pointing the gun at Ma Li, he gently tapped Ma Li's purplish-red cheeks with the cold barrel of the gun.

"Smack."

"Smack."

The sound was very soft.

In this silent, snowy forest, the words sent chills down one's spine more than any curse.

Ma Li froze, too afraid to move.

Lu Qingshan took two steps forward, raised his head, leaned close to his ear, and lowered his voice.

"remember."

This is the first time.

He paused for a moment, allowing Ma Li to clearly hear the sound of his teeth chattering.

"And this is the last time."

"If you dare to lay a finger on a hair on my family's head again..."

The gun barrel in Lu Qingshan's hand slid down Ma Li's cheek and finally pressed heavily against his chin, forcing his head to tilt back.

"...Next time, this gun won't be aimed at your face."

After saying that, he put away his hunting rifle and stood up straight.

His sharp eyes swept over Ma Li, then glanced at the well-disguised animal traps on the ground.

"etc."

He looked down at Ma Li, his voice low and resolute.

"A delicate city dweller, who not only knows how to set such deadly traps in the old forest—the kind only experienced hunters know—but also manages to sneak into these deep mountains undetected..."

Ma Li's breath hitched. His face, already pale with fear, was now completely drained of color.

"Looks like you have an accomplice guiding you."

Lu Qingshan slung his hunting rifle over his shoulder, his eyes as cold as ice crystals in the mountains.

"Alright, you just stay here and lie there quietly, waiting for your comrades to rescue you. I just don't know whether they'll find you first, or the wolves will sniff out your scent in this deep forest where wild animals roam."

After saying that, he didn't bother with any more words.

"Master, we're leaving."

Looking at his grandson's swift and ruthless methods, Old Master Lu couldn't quite describe the feeling in his heart.

There was a lingering fear, but more than anything, there was an indescribable sense of security and pride.

He spat at the still trembling Ma Li again before catching up with Lu Qingshan.

The grandfather and grandson quickly disappeared into the snowstorm.

In the woods, only Ma Li remained.

He was hanging upside down from the tree, blood was still flowing, and his body temperature was slowly dissipating with the cold wind.

A desperate wail escaped his throat, echoing weakly and pitifully through the empty forest.

He still clung to a sliver of hope, hoping that Zhao Erhu, who had escaped, could find someone to come back and rescue him.

But he didn't know that Zhao Erhu, that coward, had already been scared out of his wits and fled back to the village without looking back.

The snow tonight is exceptionally heavy.

Before long, the snow will completely cover up all traces.

……

In Hongshitun at the foot of the mountain, smoke was rising from the chimneys of every household.

Lu Qingshan and his grandfather appeared at the entrance of the village, one after the other, pulling the huge bearskin sled.

This time, the uninjured hunting dogs went back ahead of time to report the news.

The father and son quietly appeared at the village entrance.