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

coming.

The enormous black shadow finally emerged completely from the shadows of the forest.

Only when he got closer could Zhao Shanhe truly see the true face of this "Black Yama".

It was larger than I remembered. Its black fur was like steel needles, and its thick, resinous armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight. Its pair of white fangs were half a foot long, like two curved blades, ready to rip open the enemy's belly at any moment.

Its left ear was indeed missing half, with the remaining half drooping down, which, combined with its bloodshot little eyes, gave it an indescribable ferocity.

It walked very slowly, its nose close to the ground, sniffing the air.

The enticing aroma of wheat made the giant beast, which had been starving for several days, drool.

Zhao Shanhe held his breath, his finger on the trigger, motionless.

Now is not the time to fire. The old cannon only has one bullet; we must wait until it gets stuck and reveals its weakness.

Five meters... three meters... one meter.

The wild boar king finally reached the edge of the trap.

It paused for a moment, as if it had sensed something, and its small eyes scanned its surroundings warily.

Zhao Shanhe's heart was in his throat. But these days, wild boars had never seen such a trap specifically designed to target them, and besides, those three steamed buns wrapped in sleeping potion were just too delicious.

It finally couldn't resist, let out a low growl, and took a bite of the largest piece of steamed bun.

It's now!

"collapse--!"

A sickening screech of steel wire tightening suddenly rang out!

The moment the wild boar king's front legs stepped into the lasso covered with dead leaves, Zhao Shanhe's "pull-off lock" was activated.

The immense tension tightened instantly, and the steel cable, like a venomous snake, bit down hard on its forefoot wrist bone!

"Awooo—!!!"

A piercing scream echoed through the valley. Startled, the boar king instinctively tried to retreat, its massive body straining violently.

*Thud! Thud!* The sharp thorns buried behind it pierced its rear abdomen with pinpoint accuracy! Blood gushed out instantly, staining the snow red.

If it were a regular wild boar, this combo would have rendered it useless.

But this was the "Black Yama." The excruciating pain didn't bring it down; instead, it completely unleashed its ferocity.

It roared wildly, its muscles bulging, and it actually dragged the big red pine tree that it was using as an anchor point and made it sway!

Squeak—squeak— The wrist-thick steel cable was stretched taut, emitting a mournful sound as if it was about to snap.

Zhao Shanhe, watching from the tree, felt a chill run down his spine. That beast was incredibly strong! The wire snare wouldn't hold it for long!

"We can't wait any longer!"

Zhao Shanhe's eyes sharpened, and the muzzle of his gun moved rapidly in response to the wild boar's struggles, anticipating its movements.

He didn't aim for the thick-skinned head, where there was skull and pine-skinned armor that a single shot might not penetrate. He aimed for the area behind its ears—its vulnerable spot, leading directly to the brain.

boom--!

A loud crash shook the snow off the trees.

The old cannon spewed out a thick plume of black smoke, and the enormous recoil made Zhao Shanhe's shoulder ache.

That specially made single-pointed lead bullet, carrying the ruthlessness of Zhao Shanhe's two lifetimes, precisely pierced into the soft flesh behind the Wild Boar King's ear!

*Thud!* Blood splattered, and that piece of flesh was instantly smashed to pieces.

The boar king's massive body suddenly stiffened, as if struck by a heavy hammer, and crashed to the ground.

Its four legs were still twitching unconsciously, kicking the surrounding snow into a flurry of motion.

"Did it work?" Zhao Shanhe didn't rush down the tree.

Experienced hunters know that a wild beast's final, desperate attack is the most deadly.

He quickly pulled out gunpowder and lead bullets from his pocket and skillfully began loading the second bullet.

Pouring gunpowder, pressing bullets, tamping with a tamping rod... this whole sequence of actions took less than twenty seconds.

Just as he finished loading the bullets.

The wild boar king on the ground suddenly stopped moving. It lay in a pool of blood, only exhaling, not inhaling.

Zhao Shanhe waited in the tree for another five minutes.

Only after he was sure the guy was completely still did he sling the gun over his back, draw his knife, and carefully slide down the tree trunk.

After landing, he didn't walk straight over, but picked up a stone and smashed it hard on the wild boar's head.

Thump! A stone hit the boar between the eyebrows, but the boar didn't react at all.

Zhao Shanhe finally breathed a sigh of relief and strode forward.

Looking at this mountain of flesh, his eyes were filled with joy. Four hundred and eighty pounds...that's all money!

However, just as he reached within three steps of the wild boar, preparing to cut the steel cable, a sudden change occurred!

The wild boar king, which was supposed to be "completely dead," suddenly opened its tightly closed little eyes! It was a final, desperate burst of energy before death!

"Awooo—!"

It let out a roar that sounded inhuman, and suddenly leaped into the air, its pair of sharp fangs, carrying a foul stench, aimed straight at Zhao Shanhe's thigh!

Too fast! So fast that there wasn't even time to raise a gun!

Zhao Shanhe's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and his body reacted instinctively.

He roared, gripped the dagger tightly with both hands, and instead of retreating, he advanced, plunging it fiercely into that gaping maw!

*Thud!* The dagger pierced through the wild boar's open mouth, directly into its palate, and into its brain!

at the same time.

Thud! The wild boar's heavy head slammed into Zhao Shanhe's chest.

Zhao Shanhe felt as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer, and he flew out and crashed heavily onto the snow two meters away.

My throat tasted sweet, and I almost vomited blood.

But he ignored the pain, scrambling to grab the old cannon that had fallen to the side, and pointed the muzzle firmly ahead.

The wild boar king, with a knife stuck in its mouth, stood frozen in mid-air before collapsing with a deafening roar, like a mountain of gold being pushed over or a jade pillar being toppled.

This time, it's truly dead.

"Huff... huff..."

Zhao Shanhe slumped onto the snow, panting heavily, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Just a moment ago, he was on the verge of death.

If he had reacted even half a second slower, or if the knife hadn't been aimed accurately, he would be the one with his belly ripped open now.

After resting for several minutes, Zhao Shanhe finally felt his strength return to his body.

He struggled to his feet, walked to the wild boar carcass, pulled out the knife stained with brains and blood, and wiped it on the boar bristles.

Looking at the "fierce god" who was once infamous and feared by the surrounding villages, now lying dead at his feet, a pile of steaming flesh, Zhao Shanhe grinned.

The smile aggravated the wound in his chest, causing him to wince in pain.

But the pain was worth it!

He was just about to take out the hemp rope to start tying up the pig.

A gust of wind blew by, bringing with it a familiar scent that sent chills down his spine.

It wasn't the smell of pigs, nor the smell of blood. It was a... earthy smell.

At the same time, a mournful and long howl came from the distant mountain ridge.

"Awooo—"

Zhao Shanhe suddenly looked up. He saw several gray-white figures appear on the snow slope a few hundred meters away.

One, two, three... a total of seven or eight.

They were standing on high ground, their green eyes fixed on this side, on the bleeding wild boar, and on the exhausted Zhao Shanhe.

Wolf pack.

Heavy snow blocked the mountains, and it wasn't just wild boars that went hungry.

The strong smell of blood attracted these true killing gods.

Holding the old foreign cannon that could only fire one bullet, Zhao Shanhe watched the gray figures tentatively approaching downwards, and his heart sank to the bottom.

"This is troublesome..."