The arrogant little husband is desperately flirting with the hunter

The two of them became more and more excited as they talked, and they didn't hold back at all.

In the howling north wind, Chu Xiao could hear it even if he walked more than ten meters. He squatted down, picked up two stones, and threw them at the knees of the two men.

Following two screams, the two hunters fell to the ground. Chu Xiao curled his lips and smiled: "Serves you right."

Yan Zhenshen also chuckled: "Husband, don't be angry."

The two men ran towards the red color. The closer they looked, the clearer it became. It was indeed a large pool of blood. When they got closer, they found that it was the corpse of a lamb.

The fact that it has not been covered by snow only means that it has been eaten not long ago.

Chu Xiao pointed to the north in the shade, where there were wolf claw marks and dripping blood: "Judging from the claw marks, there shouldn't be many."

Yan Zhenshen nodded, and the two of them were too lazy to greet others. Yan Zhenshen was used to hunting alone and was not very adaptable to cooperation.

What's more, even if you call those people, they may not come along, and you never know what kind of nonsense they might say.

The two men followed the paw prints and soon discovered a pack of seven or eight wolves gnawing on a piglet. The scene was somewhat bloody as they were fighting for the piglet.

Sensing other creatures approaching, several wolves stopped moving and looked in their direction with cold and harsh gazes.

Yan Zhenshen lifted Chu Xiao onto a big tree and then nocked the bow and arrow.

He stared at the wolves without any fear.

A wolf in the pack howled at the sky, and the other wolves followed suit.

When the howling stopped, the wolves ran quickly towards them.

At this time, the arrow in Yan Zhenshen's hand also shot out, piercing the wolf's left eye and going straight through the brain.

The leader wolf fell to the ground and the wolves paused for a moment. Yan Zhenshen drew his bow and shot the arrow again in one go.

He shot three wolves in a row before the wolves got close.

The remaining wolves were already frightened, and after hesitating for a moment they decided to continue the attack.

Yan Zhenshen drew out his long sword and prepared for close combat, but at this moment, a dozen vines rose from the ground and entangled four of the remaining five wolves.

Chu Xiao whistled at Yan Zhenshen under the tree: "Brother Shen, the fish that slipped through the net is left to you."

Yan Zhenshen uttered "hmm" and slashed the lone wolf in the face with his long sword. The wolf no longer had any fighting spirit at this moment and turned around and wanted to run away.

But Yan Zhenshen's long knife was already close to it. It couldn't dodge in time and was hit on the neck. It whimpered twice and then died.

As for the remaining four, Chu Xiao had already used the vines to swing under the tree and put them directly into the space. He wanted to test how long it would take for a living creature to die if he put it in the space.

Well, there is no need to test. His space cannot hold living things. When he puts something in, it is already determined to be a being that cannot breathe.

He threw the dead wolf back to the ground in disappointment, and then he put away the vines.

"Brother Shen, give me another blow."

If I don't finish him off and there are no wounds on my body, people will be suspicious.

Yan Zhenshen cut a knife on the neck of each wolf before retracting his bow and arrow.

At this time, several hunters who heard the wolf's howling also hurried over.

As they ran, they kept muttering, "These two guys are not dead, are they? Damn it, we have to collect their bodies."

But when they climbed to the top of the mountain, they saw that what were lying on the ground were not human corpses, but eight wolves. Then they saw the hunter walking towards them with a wolf in one hand and a bloody bow and arrow in the other.

And the young man was actually sitting on the body of a wolf without showing any fear.

Yan Zhenshen ignored the others and looked at Chu Xiao disapprovingly and said, "How dirty."

Chu Xiao patted the wolf's belly nonchalantly: "It's warm."

After all, he just died and his body is not yet cold.

Wolf: “…” Even after death, you will still be bullied.

It is quite difficult to carry eight wolves down the mountain, not to mention that there are outsiders here and it is not easy to put them in the space.

Yan Zhenshen simply started skinning the wolf while it was still wet, but it was better not to let his husband see the bloody scene: "There's a dead tree over there, go sit over there for a while, I'll be done soon."

Chu Xiao knew what he was going to do. Although he was not afraid at all, he did not have the technical skills to skin the animals, so he obediently walked towards the dead tree not far away.

At this time, the hunters came up and asked, "Did you kill all these?"

Yan Zhenshen didn't take all the credit on himself, but said, "My husband knows how to shoot arrows."

He didn't know whether the bow and arrow could be used, but it was true that his husband could hurt people with a stick. At least his accuracy was definitely no problem.

"Can he pull the bow?" A hunter looked at Chu Xiao not far away in disbelief.

As Yan Zhenshen skinned the animals, he said, "The bow and arrow he used is different from the ones we use. It's more sophisticated."

"I know this, it's the Hidden Blade, right?" One of them couldn't help praising, "Although that thing is small and its range is not far enough, its penetrating power is amazing."

"If there is such a thing, hey brother, can you let your husband lend it to us to have a look?"

Yan Zhenshen didn't say anything, and the meaning was self-evident: he would not lend it.

And they didn’t.

Seeing this, several people touched their noses and simply said, "Well, let us help you peel the skin."

Yan Zhenshen glanced at a few people, said nothing, and just nodded.

With someone helping, the process would naturally be faster. The eight wolf skins were quickly peeled off, and after being slightly washed with the snow on the ground, Yan Zhenshen carried them on his shoulders.

A hunter asked, "Don't you want this wolf meat?"

Yan Zhenshen shook his head: "You can take it back to feed the hounds."

This is exactly what the men meant. It is not easy to go up the mountain to hunt in winter, and the hunting dogs will become thin and hungry without meat.

It was getting late. After being frozen in the snow and ice for several hours, we could go back to the village and have a rest.

After all, it is not easy to find the wolves entering the mountains, and we have to search slowly.

There were forty or fifty wolves in the pack, but now they only encountered eight. This means that last time multiple wolf packs cooperated and then separated after eating and drinking. Or maybe these wolves have nothing to do with that wolf pack.

Yan Zhenshen took a look at the skeleton of the lamb and said it was unlikely that it was okay. After all, this sheep was not a wild goat, but a lamb raised at home. It must have been brought up from the village before.

Several hunters also followed him down the mountain. Although they gained nothing, they looked at Yan Zhenshen with envy and no jealousy.

After all, if they encountered a pack of wolves, it would be impossible for them to stand unscathed. There was a high probability that they would be like the lamb, being gnawed until only bones were left.

At this time, there were several yamen runners with knives guarding the entrance of the village. One reason was to make the villagers feel more at ease, and the other was to keep count of how many wolves the hunters had killed, and also to pay attention to whether anyone went up but did not come down.

Even if you are eaten by wolves, you have to find someone to collect the body.

Seeing the hunters coming from afar, the yamen runners all breathed a sigh of relief. They were also afraid. If a pack of wolves came, they would be like meat in the wolves' mouths.

But for the sake of monthly salary, I have to stand guard here.

When seeing Yan Zhenshen's thick pile of wolf skins, the yamen runners' faces, numb from the cold, forced themselves into a smile: "Did you catch something?"

"Yes, eight heads." Yan Zhenshen asked, "Where can we get the silver?"

Bailiff: “…” Actually, they didn’t know either, because the county magistrate didn’t give any money.