Reborn at 60: I Helped My Sister Get Rich Starting from Hunting

A light fog rolled in over Jiazigou that night.

Zhang Yang didn't rush into the deep mountains. He observed the terrain along the way, looking for suitable places to set traps.

Zhao Dong was so cold that he curled up into a ball, his neck hunched and his back hunched, looking like a little old man.

Zhang Yang didn't bother to laugh at him. He took out a machete from his basket and carefully dug and scraped at a tree root to make a new trap.

Zhao Dong squatted down next to him, watching him do things, but his mouth never stopped.

"Brother, have you noticed those girls at the educated youth settlement? One of them, named Du Shujun, is really beautiful, just like the women in those magazines."

"Who? Mr. Du?" Zhang Yang was preoccupied with the trap he was about to set. "With so many mouths to feed at home, how could I possibly have the time or energy to look at anyone else?"

"You must have been a monk in your past life, kid?" Zhao Dong asked, puzzled. He repeatedly emphasized, "Du Shujun! That fair-skinned girl who always wears two braids, the educated youth from the city!"

Zhang Yang punched him, "Keep your voice down! This is the mountains! Do you think you're at home?"

Zhao Dong's legs were already a little numb from squatting.

With that shove from him, she fell backward like a meatball!

Zhang Yang was both amused and exasperated.

He quickly reached out and grabbed the man, but unexpectedly, the moment Zhao Dong fell backward, a pair of eerie green eyes appeared not far behind him!

That is……

Wolf!

"Lie down and don't move!"

The moment Zhang Yang shouted it out, his hand had already reached for the gun!

Fortunately, he was prepared and kept his gun at hand while digging the trap.

Aim, load, pull the trigger!

A bullet flew out, followed by a low howl.

It hit, but didn't kill!

It was too dark around, and Zhao Dong was lying on the ground, so Zhang Yang didn't care about him and ran towards the wolves with his gun in hand.

Upon getting closer, Zhang Yang first noticed the bloodstains on the snow.

Judging from the amount of bleeding, the wolf must have been injured in a vital area.

But that beast was amazing; even though it was so badly injured, it still ran incredibly fast.

Zhang Yang followed the trail of blood and footprints, while Zhao Dong scrambled to his feet, shouting in panic, "Yangzi, where are you going?! Are you crazy? That was a wolf howling! We've run into wolves!"

"Stop shouting! I know!"

Zhang Yang calmed himself down, blinked rapidly twice, and tried to quickly locate the wounded wolf in the darkness.

"We can't let it return to the wolf pack alive... If we anger the wolves, the whole village will be in danger!"

After saying that, he ran forward as fast as he could.

The deeper you go into the mountains, the deeper the snow becomes; every step you take leaves a deep crater, making it impossible to run fast.

Fortunately, after chasing for such a short distance, the injured wolf ran out of energy and collapsed to the ground.

Zhang Yang raised his hunting rifle, ready to give the guy another shot.

However, the box that Zhang Minde had given him suddenly flashed through his mind.

Bullets are limited, and every single one must be used at a critical moment!

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang suddenly made up his mind.

He turned his shotgun around and went straight to the wounded wolf!

The wolf hadn't completely lost its strength. Seeing Zhang Yang's fearlessness, it struggled to stand up and bared its sharp fangs at him!

The sharp wolf fangs gleamed white in the cold moonlight, and the stench emanating from the wolf's gaping maw would have terrified anyone else.

No sooner said than done, Zhang Yang raised the butt of his hunting rifle and smashed it down hard on the wolf's head!

Once, twice, three times!

The head that had been raised finally crashed heavily into the snow like a puppet whose strings had been broken.

A large patch of blood stained the clean snow. When Zhao Dong rushed over, shivering, he saw the scene and gritted his teeth, shooting two arrows into the dead wolf.

"Don't waste them." Zhang Yang stopped him, panting. "They're already dead. Don't waste arrows."

Only when the wolf stopped moving completely did Zhao Dong dare to exhale deeply.

"My goodness! You scared me to death!" He looked at Zhang Yang's profile, still shaken. "Brother! That's a wolf! A wolf that can bite off your leg in one bite! A wolf that has eaten people! What were you thinking, having a gun but choosing to attack at close range?!"

Zhang Yang smiled without saying a word.

The fact that bullets are in short supply could easily demoralize people.

Besides, now is not the time to talk about these things.

Zhang Yang grabbed the wolf by the scruff of its neck and lifted it up.

This guy looks fierce, but he's actually not as heavy as a roe deer.

However, this wolf pelt is a good thing.

"Give me your machete." Zhang Yang dropped the wolf and asked Zhao Dong for his things.

The wolf appeared suddenly, and he was so busy grabbing his gun that he threw away his machete, but now he needed to use the machete.

Zhao Dong obediently took his machete out of his basket and handed it to Zhang Yang, asking him with a puzzled look, "Didn't you say it was dead? Why do you still need a knife...?"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Zhang Yang raise his knife and slash at the wolf's neck.

The wolf had just died; its blood was still warm.

With that slash, blood splattered everywhere, covering Zhang Yang completely.

Zhao Dong was dumbfounded.

The machete was still too dull, making it difficult to cut off the wolf's head. Zhang Yang aimed at the severed wound and chopped more than a dozen times before finally managing to cut off the wolf's head.

This is not over yet.

Zhang Yang walked to the side, looked up at the tree, and then selected a branch of moderate thickness and chopped it down with a machete.

He took a branch, stepped on the severed wolf head, adjusted his position, and thrust it into the broken part of the wolf head, impaling it on the branch. Then he stuck the branch with the wolf head on it into the snow.

A lone wolf's head hangs from a bare branch, still dripping blood.

The whistling wind cutting through the mountains and forests, accompanied by the sound of someone sobbing, made everything in front of me look particularly eerie!

Zhao Dong didn't know whether he was more cold or more afraid. He stared at the scene before him, his body stiff, and he could barely speak. "Yangzi, is this really necessary? This is too scary!"

"It is necessary."

Zhang Yang explained coldly, "The wolf's howl and the blood on the ground have likely alerted the nearby wolf pack. If we don't deter them, they might attack the village at any time."