I am the prey?

Zhou Fan's heart was getting colder, and he smiled dryly: "Brother Wang, you really know how to joke."

Wang Shiba cut the wood in his hand again, the knife was sharp and cold, "In this hunting game, I will give the prey half a stick of incense time to escape, if you don't believe it, you can sit here and wait for the half stick of incense time to pass, see Will I kill you?"

The sawdust fell, and Zhou Fan looked at Wang Shiba's thick and strong fingers, and he suddenly understood one thing. Wang Shiba was cutting wood, but his hands were itchy, and he used wood as prey to peel.

This thought made Zhou Fan's whole body's blood seem to be frozen by ice and snow.

He didn't hesitate any more, but stood up. He looked at the weapons on the wall and couldn't help asking, "Can I take a weapon?"

Wang Shiba raised his head and glanced at Zhou Fan in surprise. He pondered for a while and said, "The prey is only worthy of escape, but it wouldn't be fun without some fighting power."

He threw the knife, and the knife was nailed to the wooden table in front of Zhou Fan.

"This is your weapon." Wang Shiba sneered.

Zhou Fan didn't say much. He pulled out the knife, held it in his hand, and turned to open the wooden door.

The whistling wind rolled in the cold bright red snowflakes from the crack of the door.

"Did you remember?" Wang Shiba suddenly asked.

"What do you think of?" Zhou Fan asked back, a blank look on his face.

Zhou Fan didn't say any more, because if he didn't leave, the time would soon be over. He pushed open the door and walked out and closed the door.

"Is it an instinct..." Wang Shiba almost muttered to himself.

Wang Shiba didn't think any more, he stood up humming a small tune, first took off the iron bow and quiver on the wall, he flicked the string of the slingshot to make sure that the bowstring was fine, and then put the eighteen arrows in the quiver. They were all taken out to confirm that the arrows were sharp enough.

He picked up his quiver and went to take off the axe and hunting knives and hang them around his waist before taking the iron bow in his hand.

When he hunts, he usually shoots from a long distance first, killing or maiming the prey, and then he uses an axe and a hunting knife for close combat.

After doing this, Wang Shiba felt that the time was almost up. He opened the door and grinned at the red snow flying in the sky, "Blizzard is the best time to hunt."

He laughed like a lunatic, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

Wang Shiba walked out, but just as he stepped into the snow, he felt a sharp pain in his right foot, which made him startled. He looked down, only to find that the sole of his right foot on the animal leather boot had stepped on the ground. Put a sharp knife on it.

The sharp knife pierced through the sole of his foot, pierced through the instep, and blood seeped from the instep, making the snow even redder.

Wang Shiba frowned. He didn't deal with the injury on the soles of his feet. Instead, he looked around and found no figure before he squatted down and pulled out the knife on the soles of his feet.

Wang Shiba's face was gloomy, and he recognized at a glance that it was his knife.

He didn't expect that after the man named Zhou Fan left the wooden house, he would put the knife in this position and use it so well that he even thought about the distance he stepped out of the wooden house, which was also his carelessness.

But who would have thought that the prey who was running for their lives would fight back so quickly?

Instead of getting angry, he laughed. If the prey is too weak, what's the point of hunting?

This prey is so strange, still in a state of not waking up from a dream, and seems to know what to do to save his life.

He tore off the cloth strips from himself, wrapped the soles of his feet, and walked towards the wind and snow.

It seems that it is not easy to find a person who escaped in such a snowstorm.

But Wang Shiba was different. He dared to let Zhou Fan go, so he would naturally have a way to find Zhou Fan.

The physical strength of the prey is limited, and it is impossible to keep fleeing in the blizzard. Some prey are too afraid and may flee in a straight line, until they are exhausted, and then wait for Wang Shiba to harvest.

Some prey who keep a certain sanity will try to find a place to hide.

But no matter what, these prey could not avoid the fate of being found by him.

In the dream, he was born with a premonition to search for prey, he knew which direction the prey would flee to, as long as he followed the premonition and kept going.

Injuring the soles of his feet could not slow down Wang Shiba's speed. He seemed to ignore the pain, running in the increasing wind and snow, following Zhou Fan's trail.

Soon he found that his tracking route was a curved curve, which made him lick his tongue. The prey dared to lay a trap to hurt him, which meant that the prey did not lose his mind and would find a place to hide. This is not what a strange thing.

It's just that the tracking route is getting weirder and weirder, and in the end, it actually turns around.

Wang Shiba looked at his wooden house not far away, he shook his head, his premonition pointed to his own house, which made him stunned for a moment and then sneered.

"Is the most dangerous place the safest place?" Wang Shiba snorted.

This result is not surprising. In fact, he hunted so many people, and a very small number of people thought of escaping back to the wooden house.

"It's a smart prey, but it's a pity that you met me who had a premonition of tracking." Wang Shiba looked around, then cautiously approached his house step by step.

Even though the only knife on the prey has returned to his hand, the weapons in the house have already been taken away by him, the prey should be unarmed.

But as an old hunter, I know very well in my heart that a prey's dying counterattack is often the most dangerous, and I have to guard against it. A fatal shot.

Just as he approached the house, Wang Shiba still didn't see Zhou Fan jumping out of the house.

This made him raise his eyebrows slightly, but he was still indifferent. He knew that if Zhou Fan hadn't given up, he would definitely arrange a means to kill him in the house.

As he approached, he saw thick smoke coming out of the house, which made his face look surprised: Did the prey set his house on fire?

What's the use of just setting the house on fire? Suicide?

Never encountered prey doing this.

Wang Shiba frowned slightly. He did not rush to break into the door, but approached the wooden house step by step. While staring at the wooden house, he was also careful of the traps that might appear under his feet.

He has made plans to wait patiently for the prey to rush out. The last thing a hunter can lack is enough hunting patience.

It's just that he couldn't wait for Zhou Fan to rush out of the house. When he approached the wooden house, under the cover of the wind and snow, a person jumped down from the roof.

It came so suddenly that Wang Shiba didn't even react. He was smashed and fell to the ground. While his head was dizzy, he only vaguely saw a shadow climb up again and restrain him tightly without waiting for him. Defiance ~lightnovelpub.net~ A sharp object pierced his neck.

Wang Shiba let out a mournful howl, he threw away his bow and arrow, and drew out his hunting knife.

But that man had already jumped away, staring coldly at Wang Shiba, who was the prey he thought was Zhou Fan.

Wang Shiba clenched his hunting knife tightly. There was hot blood seeping from the sharp object on his neck. He did not dare to pull out the sharp object. He only touched it to confirm what it was. He was bored. A stick that is cut when the hand is itchy.

The stick was not sharp, but under Zhou Fan's strength, it still pierced Wang Shiba's neck.

If Zhou Fan tried to fight for his weapon just now, Wang Shiba might have a chance to react, but Zhou Fan didn't do it, obviously he knew that there was only one chance.

From using the stove in the room to set the wooden house on fire to attract his attention, to jumping from the roof and stabbed him in the neck with a wooden stick that is not too sharp.

This step by step made Wang Shiba feel afraid. Are these still those weak dreamers?

This man is horrible.