The three of them had already arrived at the next village and went straight to Yang's house.

The Yang family had just finished breakfast and were packing their things to go into the mountains.

Seeing them coming, Yang Xuewu enthusiastically asked if they had breakfast.

When he learned that they had all eaten, he didn't say anything more and quickly fed the dogs.

After Chen Wang and the other two sat in the main room and drank two cups of tea, a middle-aged man in his forties came in leading two hunting dogs.

One of the two hunting dogs is a Chuanchuan, which seems to have the genes of the Eastern Sichuan Hound, and the other is a Chinese hound with black and white hair, which is a kind of hunting dog from Qi and Lu.

With Yang Heping's introduction, Chen Wang and the other two got to know the man.

The man's name is Yan Laoliu, and it is not known whether it is his real name or a nickname. He is a bit taciturn and serious.

When greeting Chen Jianjun, Yan Laoliu was quite nice.

In response to Chen Wang and Chen Dazhuang's greetings, he just nodded indifferently, as if he didn't care much about them.

"Awang, this guy looks very arrogant, which makes people feel uncomfortable."

Chen Dazhuang lowered his voice and complained.

"I didn't do anything to you, why are you upset?"

Chen Wang smiled disapprovingly.

"Anyway, I don't like him. If he doesn't have any skills after entering the mountain, I'll show you how I can hurt him!"

"Don't make a fuss. You can tell from the looks of it that he's skilled. The two dogs are also well trained."

"The dogs are good, especially the greyhound, which is rare here!"

Chen Dazhuang nodded in agreement and looked at the two dogs with interest.

While the two were whispering, the Yang family's father and son had packed up their things.