Chaotic Times and Disasters: I Hunt Down Martial Arts Masters and Become a God

Fu Qing lunged forward, wrapping his left arm tightly around the deer's neck, and slashing at its neck with the machete in his right hand.

With a soft thud, the blade pierced halfway in, spraying blood all over his face. The deer, in pain, struggled wildly, its hooves kicking erratically with astonishing strength.

Fu Qing gritted her teeth and refused to let go, clinging to the deer with her legs wrapped tightly around its belly.

The deer slammed him into a tree trunk with a loud thud. His back ached from the impact, but his arms remained perfectly still.

Blood gushed from the wound, and the deer's struggles grew weaker and weaker. After a long while, its legs finally gave way and it collapsed onto the snow, gradually becoming still.

Fu Qing released his grip and slumped down in the snow, panting heavily. His whole body was trembling, and his teeth were chattering. He didn't know if it was from the cold or from being too nervous.

A "ding" sounded in my mind.

[Congratulations, host, for killing a common longhorn deer. You have gained 10 plunder points.]

A thin wisp of white mist rose from the deer's carcass and merged into his body. His eyes lit up, and he opened the panel again.

[Host: Fu Qing]

【Strength: 4】

[Endurance: 6]

[Agility: 5]

Cultivation Level: None

[Plunder Points: 10]

Ten loot points.

The prize pool draw requires 10,000 points, so let's not think about it for now.

He stared at the three options—strength, endurance, and agility—and made his allocation in his mind.

Four points for strength, three points for endurance, and three points for agility.

The moment the distribution was completed, a surge of heat welled up from my lower abdomen and spread throughout my limbs and bones.

My muscles swelled, and a tingling sensation spread through my bones, creating an indescribable feeling of comfort.

It lasted for about ten breaths before the heat dissipated.

Fu Qing looked down at her hands. Her once thin wrists had become thicker, and the muscle lines on her forearms were clearly visible.

He stood up and felt much lighter; the tattered cotton-padded coat he was wearing didn't seem so heavy anymore.

He immediately bent down to pick up the deer carcass from the ground. It weighed at least several dozen kilograms. He grabbed the deer's legs with both hands, pulled hard, and lifted it up, hoisting it steadily onto his shoulder.

Fu Qing stood in the snow, stunned for a long time.

Is this the magic of numbers?!

He muttered something to himself, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

As darkness fell, a wind picked up in the mountains, and snowflakes stung his face. Fu Qing carried the deer carcass around his neck and trudged down the mountain, his steps uneven.

The path down the mountain was more difficult than the path up. There were loose stones and tree roots hidden under the snow, and you could easily trip and fall.

But after improving his endurance, his physical strength was significantly better than before, and he only felt slightly out of breath after walking the whole way.

...

It was already getting dark when we entered the village.

There were a few scattered people on the village road, all of them looking emaciated from hunger, squatting in front of their own houses with their necks hunched over.

Fu Qing carried the deer carcass across the village road, the deer's two legs dangling on his shoulders, leaving a long trail of blood on the snow.

An old man was squatting in front of his house, gnawing on tree bark. He looked up and saw the deer on Fu Qing's back. The tree bark in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud," and he stared with his mouth open for a long time.

"That...that's a deer?"

The old man rubbed his eyes hard. "That Fu family brat killed a deer?"

Several households nearby also heard the commotion and peeked out to see what was happening.

Upon seeing the enormous beast corpse on Fu Qing's shoulder, everyone's eyes widened like copper bells.

"My goodness, what a huge deer!"

"What incredible luck did this kid have?"

"What incredible luck! You try going up there? That deer could headbutt you right through!"

Fu Qing ignored the gossip and walked straight home.

Reaching the courtyard gate, he kicked it open and threw the deer carcass to the ground with a muffled thud, shaking the earth.

Hurried footsteps came from inside the house, and Song Yawei and Song Nini ran out one after the other.

The two stood at the doorway, their gazes first falling on Fu Qing, and then on the deer on the ground.

Song Yawei covered her mouth, and Song Nini's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

The two sisters stared blankly at Fu Qing, then at the deer carcass on the ground, and then back at Fu Qing.

They noticed that Fu Qing seemed to have gained weight; his shoulders were broader, his arms were thicker, and he looked much more robust. But even though they opened their mouths, they didn't dare to ask.

Fu Qing wiped the blood from his face, grinned, and said, "Meat for dinner tonight!"

He squatted down, pulled out his machete, and began to skin and gut the deer. As the blade sliced ​​open the deer's belly, steam rose out.

As Fu Qing processed the food, he calculated in his mind that such a large deer could last for more than half a month if he ate it sparingly, at least he wouldn't starve to death for the time being.

Song Yawei snapped out of her daze and hurried to the kitchen to boil water. Song Nini squatted beside her, watching Fu Qing's skillful movements with a somewhat blank stare.

Soon, the aroma of meat wafted from the kitchen.

The aroma wafted from the kitchen, filled the entire yard, and then drifted to the neighbor's house next door.

A child's cries came from next door, "Mommy, it smells so good, I want to eat meat..."

Then came the woman's low sobs.

Upon hearing the sound, Fu Qing paused for a moment, then continued cutting the meat.

He wasn't heartless, but at this point, they didn't even have a small relationship, so why should they share? He didn't have the ability to help the whole village.

...

Before long, the venison was served. A large bowl of thickly sliced ​​meat was stewed until tender. The three people sat around the table, no one spoke, but their chopsticks kept going.

Song Nini ate a few pieces, and tears started falling again. She cried as she chewed the meat, and Song Yawei gently patted her back, her own eyes red.

Fu Qing put down her chopsticks. "What is it now?"

Song Nini wiped away her tears. "If only my parents were here, they could have a bite to eat too."

Fu Qing didn't reply, but picked up the bowl and took a sip of the meat soup.

After all, it's only the first time a seventeen-year-old has left his parents; it's not so easy for him to let go.

Song Yawei glanced at him and said in a low voice, "You've worked hard today, sir. Eat more."

...

After the meal, Song Yawei cleared away the dishes and prepared hot water for Fu Qing to wash his face and feet.

After washing up, Fu Qing lay on the bed, feeling warm all over and full, and sleepiness washed over her.

In a daze, he felt someone lift the blanket and crawl in, a warm body pressed against him.

He reached out and embraced the other person, covering their eastern hemisphere with his palm, instantly dispelling most of his drowsiness.

wrong.

The value is incorrect!

He had embraced Song Yawei. Although Song Yawei was gentle and charming, she had a petite and slender figure. The softness under his palm was obviously a size larger, both bouncy and supple.

Fu Qing suddenly opened his eyes and looked through the faint light filtering through the window paper. He saw the small mole on the other person's eyebrow.

Song Yawei doesn't have a mole on her eyebrow; the one with a mole is Song Nini!

He sat up abruptly. "What, it's you?"

Song Nini lay half-reclined watching him, her face flushed red. The blanket slipped down a bit, revealing her snow-white shoulders.

She bit her lip, looking at him with her big, watery eyes.

"It was my sister who arranged it. She said my brother-in-law was exhausted today and asked me to keep him company."

Fu Qing turned to look outside. The door was tightly closed, and there was no light in the outer room. Song Yawei was probably already asleep.

He opened his mouth, about to say something, when Song Nini suddenly sat up and hugged him from behind, her two fair arms wrapping around his waist and pressing against his back.

"Brother-in-law."

Her lips brushed against his earlobe, her warm breath tickling his ear. "Don't send me away, I'm willing."

Fu Qinghu shuddered, looked down at the small hands around his waist, then looked up at the roof, and sighed inwardly.

He was a bachelor in his previous life, but after transmigrating, he was given a wife and a concubine for free, and they were twin beauties at that. He never dreamed of such treatment.

After hesitating for a second, he "helplessly" lifted the blanket and pulled Song Nini inside.

...

"pain..."

"You'll feel better soon, don't be afraid..."