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Chapter 1 The ancestors have been hunters for generations

"Jay, where are you going?"

"I want to listen to the old man telling a story..." He looked at the little boy running away from him and into the distance, leaving behind a shout with a long tail tone, and shook his head helplessly, just like himself when he was a child.

"well"

"Jay, where are you going?"

"Father, we don't have much rice at home. I need to go to the town to exchange for some grain and salt. Maybe I'm lucky, and I'll also get some old Jim's golden ale..."

"Jay, where are you going?"

"This winter is colder than ever. If we don't hunt more prey, we may go hungry again this winter. I hope the snow in Fox Canyon won't be too thick. It's getting harder and harder to catch prey on the mountain. Father, I'll go to Chuck's house

I have already asked them to take care of you. During the past few days when I am away, little Chuck will come over to help you every day. I have given you enough money. I will put the remaining money under your pillow. There are also several bottles of golden ale at home.

There is enough food to last until next year. Winter is coming. In a few days, there will be less prey on the mountain. I will rush back before the heavy snow closes the mountain. Please take care of yourself...", a full face

The bearded man was wearing clothes made of animal skins, carrying a long knife on his back, a long bow slung over his shoulder, a bulging pocket, and deerskin boots on his feet, with two boots tied to them.

He grabbed a short knife and put a tiger skin hat on his head before leaving, and walked out of the hut covered by thick snow without looking back.

"Ellie..." A young-looking man lying on the bed in the room called something in a low voice. The night outside the window shrouded the earth, as if it was an eternal prelude to the old hunter, but

Experienced hunters know that when dawn is approaching, the retreat of night is a new beginning.

Jie has been a hunter since he was a child. His father said that his ancestors had been hunters for generations. Therefore, after Jie was born, he had the blood of hunters buried in his bones.

Because the cold winter is approaching, the small place where ancestors have taken root in the mountains for generations ushered in the annual winter hunting. Different from usual, the best hunters will use traps to catch a large number of prey, and stupid prey will often think of it at this time.

Like a fool, they walk into the trap that the hunter has set long ago, without exception.

As an excellent hunter, it is instinctive to capture prey. To judge whether you are excellent or not, you can judge whether you can survive in the end. Fortunately, Jie's ancestors have been excellent for generations. They left Jie with enough experience and knowledge, and more

The hunter eventually becomes the hunted.

The hut fifty miles away was Jay's first stop. Before dawn, Jay had already packed his bags and walked into the mountains, preparing to set off for his first stop. For hunters, this was a harvest season.

, is also a kind of inheritance, or a survival instinct.

For a hunter, loneliness is like wine. The more you drink, the drunker you get. Fortunately, Jie is a master and can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. The lonely rocks are gradually turned into roads by the feet of brave men, but Jie

I didn't catch any prey. I have long been used to this situation, but I still cursed.

The outskirts of the mountains are the most visited places by hunters. Many of the traps laid out may not have been destroyed by wild beasts. Instead, human sins are deeper. For such excellent hunters, the first section of the road does not count.

asxs., no harvest is expected. Another important secret of an excellent hunter is the map in his hand. The map is full of secret words. The more powerful the hunter, the more detailed and larger the map in his hand. This is

A hunter's magic weapon. It has been passed down from generation to generation by Jie's ancestors. The most valuable thing is this animal skin map with everything marked on it.

For Jie, it is easy to live a safe life even if he does not want to take risks. This map contains hundreds of kilometers of detailed content in the mountains. The story of just one map may take a long, long time to tell, and it is full of battles of blood and flesh.

, there are humans, beasts, and even some mysterious things. Although every inch of the map is deeply imprinted in Jie's mind, when Jie holds this map, he will feel full of courage.

and hope.

Fifty miles is not a long journey for Jie. From dawn to dusk, he just arrived at the first stronghold. This is a safe house built by his ancestors. It is also a necessary survival point for every hunter. It contains some necessary food.

It is enough for one person to last for several days. Some safe houses are co-operated. After being discovered by hunters, they will consciously maintain them. In summer, they will repair the weeds on the roof and add some necessary wood supports. In winter, they will try their best to clear away the snow and accumulation.

Necessary firewood to prevent freezing to death in the wild.

Most of Jie's safe houses are in places that are difficult for ordinary people to find, and he rarely goes to those Gonggong safe houses. For safety, it is better to avoid contact with people as much as possible. Death at the hands of the same kind is a risk.

It's easier to die than to die at the hands of a wild beast.

The experience left by ancestors is not always prey. Of course, when necessary, it may also be the same kind or something else. Jie believes that he has enough experience to face most things in the forest. There is only one life, and, for him, it is

The most precious, bar none.

Jie complained, unloaded his heavy luggage, squatted by the stove in the hut, and added firewood little by little, not too much at a time, not too little at a time. The red flames of the stove illuminated this seemingly young man.

A full beard covered his face, his wheat-colored face was reddened by the fire, his bright eyes reflected a fire-like light, and his thick black hair was shiny. He squatted by the stove and picked up his hands from time to time.

I took a sip of hot tea and didn’t know what I was thinking.

It seems that this scene has been going on for a long time. The night is boiling little by little with the hot water in the kettle on the stove. As night is approaching, the hunter has already hidden the bags on his back little by little. There is enough food left here.

It takes a long time to eat. Counting the things I brought this time, it may be more.

During the first section of the road, Hunter Jie drove without any distractions. He stopped at the first stop and rested overnight to continue searching for the rest of the journey. The route of action had already been carefully thought out before setting off. The only thing he was worried about was whether it would be the next step.

Carrying more replacement items, they were stored in the next safe house.

When night fell completely, Jie Heyi lay on the warm quilt and closed his eyes, as if he would fall asleep in the next second. Then, there were only the sound of subtle breathing and the crackling sound of the fire next to him.


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