From Godhood to the Heavens

In an instant, the initial sense of relaxation vanished. Perhaps this place wasn't deserted, but rather a large playground transformed by someone.

The hunting laws in the dark forest: hunters and prey hunt together.

I began searching my mind for relevant information, and soon I had a guess.

After a while, the gunfire gradually subsided, and Fang Ping quietly remained hidden in place for more than ten minutes.

He glanced at the direction from which the gunshots rang out, hesitated for a moment, then changed direction and continued to circle around.

Under no circumstances should you prioritize exposing yourself.

Once inside the mountains, looking at the dense forest before him, Fang Ping thought for a moment, found a clump of bushes, and began to move.

His all-black tracksuit was indeed comfortable and provided excellent concealment in the dark, but it was somewhat noticeable in the mountains and forests.

After a few quick steps, a crude ghillie suit appeared in his hands.

When it lies prone on the ground, it can blend into its surroundings if you don't look closely.

At least when stationary, it can increase concealment to some extent.

Without further hesitation, he put on the ghillie suit and slowly made his way along the depressions in the mountains on both sides, in areas where the surrounding view was obscured.

At this moment, the tranquility of the mountains and forests penetrates even more deeply, and the barely audible sound of footsteps on the grass seems so clear.

With extreme vigilance, I observed my surroundings and slowly climbed towards the mountain peak. After crossing a treacherous slope, the view suddenly opened up before me.

Amidst the towering peaks, dirt roads stretched out, and not far away, Fang Ping even spotted a dark green SUV by the roadside.

His gaze was fixed on the car, and a hint of understanding crept into his eyes.

They quickly turned their attention to a two-story building not far ahead, its red paint standing out starkly against the dark green forest.

He slowly crawled on the ground, his eyes searching every corner of the surrounding mountains, trying to determine if this world was the one he knew.

It's just one step away. All I have to do is walk into that house, open the door, and take a look, and everything will be clear.

However, if it really is that world, then perhaps in some corner of these mountains and forests, there is a large group of cunning old foxes hiding.

He was always ready to sneak up on someone and launch a sneak attack, because that was also what Fang Ping loved to do most in the past.

He wouldn't get a second chance. If a cold shot came and his head exploded instantly, he wouldn't even have a chance to travel back to the Super God Universe.

Moreover, if it really is the game world he imagined, then Fang Ping might actually be somewhat disappointed.

Upon closer examination, it seems unlikely that the resources available in that world would grant me extraordinary powers.

Some guns and ammunition, even if enough to make one an arms dealer, seem to have little practical significance.

Whether it's a post-apocalyptic world, a super-god universe, or even one's original real world, with a little effort, none of these are unattainable.

Perhaps the most precious items are the recovery medicines and drinks, and the backpack!

After waiting quietly for more than ten minutes and searching carefully for more than ten minutes, Fang Ping began to prepare for action.

Because he was certain that even the most cunning Voldemort could not last that long.

Even so, Fang Ping still chose to detour around the mountain.

Because of the bare dirt road below and the elevated position, anyone who walks by, even if they have 600 degrees of myopia, will be as obvious as a fly on a bald man's head.

I carefully circled around to the side of the house, which was the closest straight-line distance to the house, but it was still more than a hundred meters away.

The road isn't smooth, but at top speed, it should only take about ten seconds, no problem.

Fang Ping thought about it and decided he should give it a shot, so he stopped hesitating and carefully adjusted his breathing.

I started rushing forward, and the distance of more than ten meters was quickly covered. In an instant, a sense of crisis suddenly rose in my heart.

Without the slightest hesitation, he dodged to the left, shrugging his head back in a split second.

The whistling wind brushed past my ears in an instant, followed by a piercing gunshot.

"boom!"

The muffled gunshot instantly startled Fang Ping, his eyes wide with fury. There was no doubt that it was a sniper rifle, and a heavy sniper rifle at that.

In reality, these guns would be used to deal with armored vehicles and tanks, but now they're aimed at ourselves.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it..." Fang Ping almost choked on his breath. There really was a cunning old fox who could ambush for so long?

But soon, Fang Ping regained his composure. He couldn't care less about those things anymore. He just felt his adrenaline surge and his brain start working like crazy.

If you aim down sights and move fast enough, you can fire a shot in three seconds, meaning within your running range.

The opponent can fire 3 to 4 shots. He has already run more than 20 meters. The opponent has already fired one shot, and there are at least 2 to 3 more shots left.

If I were just an ordinary player, not a pro, perhaps I would still have a glimmer of hope.

Silently counting in his mind, to ensure safety, the second after the gunshot rang out, Fang Ping suddenly darted to the right front, his figure as nimble as a monkey, feeling more agile than ever before.

In the third second, no gunshot rang out. Fang Ping immediately realized that he had suddenly changed his route and that the other party had obviously not aimed.

But we still dared not be careless. Now that we were halfway there, the opponent had at most two more chances to fire. We had to go all out.

However, the next moment, another bullet whistled past and landed at his feet, the collapsing soil even hitting Fang Ping's face.

The gunshot rang out, and my heart started pounding; it felt like a race against death.

The frantic run continued, and Fang Ping even felt his pistol fall to the ground, but he dared not let his attention waver for a moment.

Only twenty meters away from the door, a man holding a sniper rifle on a distant mountain peak frowned slightly.

Without hesitation, he reached for a different weapon, then scoped in and began aiming, watching as the opponent approached the first-floor window.

When the enemy appeared in the scope, he didn't hesitate and clicked fire immediately.

The next moment, a barrage of gunfire began to rang out.

"Da da da da da da da da..."

A hail of bullets rained down on him, and before Fang Ping could change direction, he felt a sharp pain in his back.

Immediately, his speed increased again. Without even opening the door, he looked at the window ahead, leaped up, and darted into the room.

The moment he darted into the room, his right leg suddenly went numb, and he crashed heavily onto the floor.