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

"Kill him!!"

With the old man's heart-wrenching roar, Tiger closed his eyes and pulled the trigger tightly with his finger.

boom--!

The homemade cannon exploded.

The loud gunshot shook the snow off the tree branches.

This homemade double-barreled cannon is filled with iron pellets, and when fired, it can hit a large area without needing to aim.

But a split second before the gun went off, the old man moved.

That old man is too cunning.

He yelled not only to force his son to fire, but also to distract Zhao Shanhe.

Just as Zhao Shanhe instinctively ducked to avoid the gun, the old man's hunting knife, like a venomous snake, slashed across the ground, heading straight for Zhao Shanhe's Achilles tendon.

He wanted to take advantage of Zhao Shanhe's momentary lapse in concentration while dodging the gunshot to cripple him completely!

If his Achilles tendon had been severed, Zhao Shanhe would have been a lamb to the slaughter in this snowdrift.

Oh!

Countless iron pellets gushed out, hitting the bark of the red pine tree beside Zhao Shanhe, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Several stray bullets grazed Zhao Shanhe's cheeks, causing a burning pain, and blood flowed down instantly.

But Zhao Shanhe didn't care about his reputation at all.

He felt the fierce wind beneath his feet and instinctively stomped his foot.

puff!

This kick didn't stomp on the ground, but instead landed hard on the old man's wrist holding the knife.

Click.

The sound of bones cracking rang out.

"ah!!"

The old man screamed, but held on tightly to the knife. He grabbed Zhao Shanhe's thigh with his other hand like a madman and bit him.

"Tiger! One more shot! Fire! Shoot me too!!"

The old man's mouth was full of blood, and his eyes were crazed.

He knew that his old bones wouldn't be able to leave today.

But he wanted to pave the way for his son.

As long as Zhao Shanhe dies, the money I have, plus the stuff I just grabbed, will be enough for my son to go south, change his ways, and live a normal life for the rest of his life.

Tiger opened his eyes, trembling.

Seeing the two people entangled together, his already broken nerves snapped completely.

"Aaaaaah!!"

He howled and raised the gun again.

The dark gun barrel was pointed at Zhao Shanhe, and also at his own father.

This time, he was really going to fire.

The distance was too close; the old man held Zhao Shanhe's legs tightly, and he couldn't escape at all.

The old man stared intently at Zhao Shanhe, a ferocious smile spreading across his wrinkled face:

"Boy, you'll be buried with me!"

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Shanhe's eyes.

Finished?

No.

Just as Tiger's finger was about to pull the second trigger.

A black phantom, reeking of blood, silently emerged from the snowdrift on the side.

It's a black dragon.

It had just killed the wolf and was still panting when it saw its master in trouble. Instead of barking, it pounced on him.

It slammed into Tiger's elbow like a black cannonball.

boom!

The gun barrel was jolted upwards by the impact.

boom!

The second shot rang out.

A large volley of iron shot shot into the sky, knocking the snow off the treetops down like a waterfall.

Immediately afterwards, Black Dragon bit Tiger's wrist, which was holding the gun.

creak!

The sickening sound of bones cracking.

"Ah—!! My hand!!"

Tiger let out a pig-like scream, the earthen cannon slipped from his hand, and he was tackled to the ground by Black Dragon.

Black Dragon didn't give him a chance to struggle at all; its blood-dripping maw went straight for Tiger's throat.

"Tiger!!"

Hearing his son's screams, the old man's resolve to die finally wavered.

He instinctively turned his head, wanting to take a look at his son.

This is a major taboo.

In the life-or-death struggle between two top hunters, even a momentary lapse in concentration, like blinking, is tantamount to offering one's allegiance to the King of Hell.

Zhao Shanhe had been waiting for this moment.

He didn't even check whether the shot hit or not, nor did he check whether Black Dragon had succeeded.

He entrusted his life to his dog.

Taking advantage of the half-second gap when the old man turned his head.

Zhao Shanhe grabbed the old man's hair with his left hand and pulled him back sharply, revealing his withered neck.

With his right hand gripping the hunting knife upside down, fueled by this hatred, he plunged it down hard!

puff!

The sharp blade pierced the flesh.

The knife tip pierced through the neck from below the Adam's apple, penetrating the cervical spine.

The old man's body suddenly stiffened.

His cloudy eyes stared intently, bloody foam gushed from his mouth, and the hand that had reached out to grab Zhao Shanhe fell limply to his side.

His head was still turned towards his son, and the last glimmer of light in his eyes was filled with despair.

Zhao Shanhe remained expressionless, then suddenly drew his sword with his right hand.

Sizzle—!

Hot blood sprayed all over his face.

The old man slumped down on the snow, twitched twice, and then lay still.

The woods fell silent again.

Only Tiger remained in the snow, his chest trampled by the black dragon, emitting a dying whimper.

Zhao Shanhe gasped for breath and wiped the blood from his face.

He didn't look at the corpse on the ground, but instead, carrying the blood-dripping hunting knife, walked step by step to Tiger.

Tiger was terrified.

He looked at Zhao Shanhe, whose face was covered in blood and who looked like a demon, with excrement and urine flowing from his crotch.

"No...don't kill me..."

Tiger trembled and begged for mercy, not even having the courage to look at Zhao Shanhe.

Zhao Shanhe didn't say anything, but bent down, picked up the double-barreled homemade gun, ejected the iron pellets, and casually threw the gun into a snowdrift some distance away.

"Black Dragon, loosen your grip."

Zhao Shanhe gave an order.

Black Dragon obediently released Tiger, but instead of returning to Zhao Shanhe's side, it suddenly turned its head and began barking wildly at the bushes from which the old man had just rushed out.

"Woof! Woof woof!"

The black dragon's voice was urgent, filled with the excitement of discovering its prey.

Zhao Shanhe frowned.

Is anyone else there?

Impossible. If there had been someone else, they would have fired a shot while the old man was fighting desperately.

Zhao Shanhe gripped his hunting knife tightly. Although he was exhausted, he still walked over cautiously.

The snow behind the bushes was messy and disorderly.

In a snowdrift covered by a pile of withered grass, there was an inconspicuous gray burlap sack.

The burlap sack was tied tightly at the top, square and upright, looking like some kind of hard thing.

Zhao Shanhe used the tip of his knife to pry open the withered grass and picked up the sack.

It's very light, but it makes no sound when you shake it.

He untied the rope from the sack.

Inside was not a cage, but a long box carefully nailed together from birch bark.

These birch bark boxes are moisture-proof and insect-proof, and were specially used by older hunters to store valuable medicinal herbs or furs.

Zhao Shanhe's heart skipped a beat, and he reached out and lifted the lid of the box.

A faint scent of camphor mixed with the aroma of herbs wafted through the air.

Using the reflection from the snow, Zhao Shanhe could see what was inside the box.

It was a piece of leather.

A piece of "tube skin" that has been tanned to be as soft as silk.

It was jet black, with glossy bristles. In the dim light, the tips of the black downy hairs even shimmered with an eerie purple light.

Not a single stray hair, not a single hole, even the eyes and claws are perfectly preserved.

Auspicious purple clouds rise from the east, and darkness shines through.

The Sable King.

Black pearl.

Zhao Shanhe was stunned. His fingers gently stroked the cool, smooth fur, and his heart trembled.

In an instant, everything made sense.

No wonder the old man and his murderer son didn't run away quickly, but instead insisted on going into this dead-end alley, Eagle's Beak Cliff.

No wonder he went to the trouble of digging a smokeless stove and stayed here for three or four days.

He was trying to catch this thing.

Moreover, catching them doesn't end the matter.

This top-quality "black pearl" requires the process of "peeling it while it's hot and rinsing it on the spot".

Once you've caught them in the trap, you must immediately peel them, attach the last, and fumigate them with a secret herbal formula while they're still warm.

Even a fifteen-minute delay can cause the hide to harden and the fur to darken, ruining the thing.

Therefore, the old foreman had no choice but to risk losing his head and stay in these deep mountains and forests for a few more days, just to thoroughly clean up this hide.

This flawless skin could be exchanged for two large yellow croakers on the black market in this era.

He wanted to use this identity to get his murderer son a train ticket to the south and a new identity with a different name.

He risked his skills and his life for his son.

Unfortunately, he was unlucky; just as the skin was finished, he ran into Zhao Shanhe.

"Waaah..."

Tiger was still crying over there, completely unaware of what his father had sacrificed his life for.

Zhao Shanhe tightened the burlap sack, repacked the cage, and carried it on his back.

He walked up to Hu Zi.

Tiger looked at him, trembling and shrinking back: "Uncle... Uncle, spare me... I won't run anymore... I'll turn myself in..."

"Confess?"

Zhao Shanhe sneered, "Too late."

boom!

He raised the butt of his gun and smashed it cleanly and decisively onto the back of Hu Zi's head.

Tiger didn't even utter a sound, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

Zhao Shanhe sheathed his knife, untied a leather rope from his waist, and bound Hu Zi's hands and feet tightly. He then hoisted Hu Zi onto his shoulder like a dead pig.

As for the old man on the ground...

Zhao Shanhe didn't even glance at it.

It's freezing cold here, the corpse won't decompose.

It's not too late to bring people to collect the body after we've sent the little one to the police station.

"Azure Dragon, Black Dragon, let's go home."

Zhao Shanhe whistled.

One person, two dogs, carrying a "sin," disappeared into the vast snowstorm.