"Two little creatures still want to ambush me?"
Zhong Lin retrieved the two arrows, scolding with a smile.
Obviously, these two fox bears mistook him for an ordinary hunter entering the mountains, unaware that hunting in the mountains is never devoid of danger.
Haze, poisonous insects, wild beasts, steep slopes...
The dangers are not few at all.
Although fox bears are relatively small, they are adept at ambushing, usually appearing in groups of at least two. Even if the ambush doesn't kill, getting injured in these woods makes survival extremely risky. Many hunters have died this way.
Zhong Lin tossed the smaller one aside and hefted the bigger one, weighing it in his hand.
"This one can be taken back for Uncle Taro to process, and the food for the journey should be enough."
The lush mountain ranges overlapped like majestic waves, grand and awe-inspiring like a vast ocean.
