The cowshed was deathly silent, filled with an unsettling darkness.

Zhang Cheng gripped the hunting rifle tightly, the cold barrel seemingly becoming one with his arm.

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp as a hawk's, scanning the thick shadows.

There's something hidden inside.

Living things.

A living creature reeking of blood.

suddenly!

"drink!"

Zhang Cheng's roar was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploding in the silent snowy night!

The uproar hasn't died down yet!

A dark figure tore through the darkness and pounced out like lightning!

Fast! Extremely fast!

A foul stench filled the air!

Zhang Cheng's pupils contracted sharply, but his body instinctively leaned back!

Almost at the same instant!

His finger was already on the trigger!

"Bang!!!"

A dull, deafening gunshot ripped through the wind and snow, echoing throughout the village!

The snow wolf, which had pounced into the air, seemed to have been struck by an invisible force!

My body stiffened!

It then crashed heavily onto the snow!

Blood gushed from the neck!

Instantly, it stained the pristine white beneath her body crimson!

Gunshots are the signal.

The sound of hurried footsteps and shouts came from afar; villagers were rushing towards them, carrying torches.

Zhang Cheng didn't even glance at the dead snow wolf.

He nimbly rolled over like a carp and sprang up from the snow.

The movements were clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.

He rushed into the cowshed.

The room was empty, except for a strong stench and a faint smell of blood.

Zhang Cheng glanced around and grabbed the thick cow rope hanging on the wooden post.

Zhangjia Village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there are only two roads accessible to people.

The other paths had long been completely blocked by knee-deep snow.

The commotion in the village was so great, and the gunshots were like a death knell.

The remaining wolf pack could not possibly stay long.

Which way will they escape?

In front of the village? Or behind the village?

Zhang Cheng was unable to make an accurate judgment.

We have no choice but to gamble!

He grabbed the cow rope, turned around, and ran quickly toward the back of the village!

A cold wind blew, and snowflakes flew everywhere.

As Zhang Cheng trudged through the deep snow, he strained to shout at the top of his lungs toward the village:

"Fellow villagers! Head to the village entrance!!"

"Hold the village entrance!!"

"Not a single wolf can be let out tonight!!!"

He remembered clearly that the nest he encountered in the mountains contained about twenty-three or twenty-four animals.

The wolf king died at his hands.

Zhang Da Nao and his gang slaughtered seven more heads.

Now, at most only fifteen or sixteen of these beasts remain.

This number is not invincible to the villagers who are already armed and united in their hatred of the enemy!

Just block them out and force them out!

This crisis will then be completely over!

Zhang Cheng carried a reloaded hunting rifle on his back, with a cold cow rope wrapped around his arm.

He buried his head and ran wildly through the snow.

A few minutes later, the heavy breathing was particularly clear in the cold night.

He arrived at the entrance to the winding mountain road behind the village.

The snow was even deeper, almost up to thigh level.

Every step was exceptionally difficult.

Zhang Cheng stopped in his tracks.

He quickly untied the cow rope from his arm.

His fingers were a little stiff in the cold, but his movements remained nimble.

Toss rings together, tie knots.

He quickly made simple yet deadly nooses.

He then cleverly scattered these rope loops in the snow near the entrance to the mountain road, using the bushes and terrain for camouflage.

How useful can this be?

Zhang Cheng was unsure.

It's simply a matter of doing one's best and leaving the rest to fate.

After doing all this, he took out the wolf king pelt from his pocket, which had already been cut into pieces.

The pelts, imbued with the strong scent of the wolf king, were discreetly scattered around the trap.

Then, he took a deep breath and slowly squatted down.

He was like a rock in the snow, silently disappearing into the deep snowdrifts by the roadside.

A bone-chilling cold instantly enveloped him.

The cold wind felt like countless tiny knives, scraping against his exposed skin.

But being sheltered in the snow, which blocked some of the cold wind, actually brought a strange sense of "warmth".

But that's just an illusion.

He knew he couldn't stay here too long.

Otherwise, this body, which is far from recovered, will have its muscles and blood vessels completely eroded and frozen by the cold while it remains numb.

The snowflakes fell silently, like goose feathers.

A thin layer quickly accumulated on his head and shoulders.

He only showed half his head, his eyes fixed on the direction of the village like a lurking predator.

Time passed second by second.

The hands, hidden inside the wolfskin gloves, were so cold they were almost numb.

Only four or five minutes had passed.

Zhang Cheng frowned inwardly; his body was still too weak.

If he were in his peak condition in his previous life, he could still instantly launch a surprise attack and kill enemies even if he was buried in the snow shirtless for more than ten minutes.

Sudden!

Zhang Cheng's eyes narrowed!

In the distance, clusters of flickering flames were moving rapidly toward them.

They are villagers.

"Didn't you say Er Gouzi came to the village? Where is he?" A rough, hoarse voice rang out in the snowy night.

“I saw him run this way with my own eyes! How could he disappear in the blink of an eye? Could it be… that he was carried off by a wolf?” Another voice trembled with fear.

"Bullshit! That wolf in front of Yaohui's house was shot down by Er Gouzi! How could a wolf carry him away?" the voice from before shouted angrily.

"Alright! Everyone, stop arguing! Leave two people here to keep watch! The rest of you, come with me and search the surrounding area!" a slightly authoritative voice commanded.

The crowd dispersed, and the torchlight flickered in the snow.

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