"Ahh

A scream rang out on the ground.

It was one of the three figures that fell. After a brief moment of stunnedness, he finally realized what had happened to him.

I saw that on his face, a huge wound that ran across the entire face opened the flesh and flesh, and blood began to flow out.

Before the screams were fully released, the other two people holding the axe had already felt a chill in their necks, and two black iron pieces had been inserted into their necks.

It was a thin piece of iron that looked like a dagger, but had no blade, and it was obviously a crude weapon that had been polished by itself.

But it was this shoddy weapon that harvested the lives of two people in an instant. This is exactly the throwing knife that Snow Marks throws in the air with the help of the spinning centrifugal force.

The snow scar's whirling force had ended, and he began to fall from the air.

A wave of unevenness has risen again and again.

Before he could land, four black shadows rushed under him with lightning speed. Four spears with sharp wind power pierced him with the momentum of breaking through the air!

Snow marks are about to be dressed as a suckling pig on a campfire.

Seeing this scene, the girl who had been protected by Wan Kui also let out an exclamation and covered her eyes.

All this changed in a split second, and two screams were almost stacked on top of each other. One sound came from a fierce ambusher with a knife in the face, and another sound came from a young girl.

The screams fell. Four spears pierced through the air, but the tip of the spear was no longer covered with snow marks.

Where did the snow marks go?

The people below could see clearly that he was moving through the air like a bird, avoiding the piercing of the spear, and was landing near Aratu's wagon.

There was a black rope in the air, attached to the truck, which was a grappling hook. It is a zipline that hunters use for climbing.

It turned out that Snow Marks not only threw three throwing knives in the air, but also threw out this zipline at the same time, and clung to the outer shelves of the truck. At the last moment, he pulled himself with a rope towards the wagon, avoiding the pursuit of the four spears.

Just as the snow marks moved across the air, the closest of the four black shadows on the ground to him had already turned his head to look at the snow marks in the air with a strange posture.

But what he saw was the muzzle of a black hole.

A firing pin induces a crisp sound. The ambusher's heart was shocked, and his mind went blank, with only two big words left:

Finished.

But the expected gunfire did not materialize. The shot of the snow mark turned out to be a dud.

After missing a shot, Snow Scar reacted extremely quickly, and he immediately threw his short gun at the attacker, and at the moment when the opponent blocked, he had already fallen near the truck.

He didn't stop for a moment, rolled to his feet, and shot out into the long grass. A bunch of bright blood flowers were left on the grass.

He's hurt. And the injury is not light.

Seeing this, the four ambushers also jumped into the long grass, like four poisonous snakes.

Wan Kui has been prostrate on the ground, he saw all the drama just now, and the quick reaction of Snow Marks made him dumbfounded, and it was only at this time that he realized how Snow Marks turned danger into relief.

As the three axes landed on the snow marks, he twisted his body and used one of his left arms to block the one that posed the greatest threat to him. Kicked away an axe, and the third slashed at his waist, but also avoided the vital point in the spin.

Because of the rapid movement, it looks like a snow mark has suddenly passed through the middle of three axes. Although he used his dexterous reflexes to avoid the axe, the cost was also great, with a piece of flesh missing from his arm and blood gushing from his waist.

The pain must have been almost shocking. But as if he was unconscious, as soon as he dodged the axe, he immediately threw out three throwing knives with the centrifugal force of the rotation. Two of them hit the opponent's vital point accurately, and the third slashed across the cheek, also causing one person to temporarily lose his combat effectiveness.

What's even more surprising is that he was able to throw a zipline after three throwing knives, creating excellent conditions for the next escape.

His thoughtfulness and quick reaction are breathtaking.

But soon, Wan Kui's thoughts were immediately interrupted by the screaming of the long grass.

This terrible scream came from the direction where the snow mark jumped into.

In the long grass, a fountain of blood gushed out.

After that, everything was quiet again.

As the four black shadows chased into the long grass, the strong man with a facial injury also escaped into the long grass from the other direction. The dirt slope in front of Wan Kui was empty.

Now on this hillside, it is as calm as usual, as if nothing has happened. Only the blood on the ground and the corpses confirmed that what had just happened was a fact, not a dream.

The dark clouds in the sky gathered more and more, like a child in the sky, playing a game of piling sand, gathering all the black sand and soil above Wan Kui's head.

Thunder is surging in the dark clouds, and the rain is about to fall.

But Wan Kui didn't care about sheltering from the rain at all. He held a hatchet knife in his hand and stared nervously at the tall grass around him.

Is the boy dead? Why didn't the hunters stand up? Wan Kui was uneasy.

The wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep low.

It seems that there are people everywhere in the tall grass, and there seems to be no one anywhere.

A few minutes later, there was another muffled snort, like the sound of being covered in the mouth, and the sound quickly disappeared.

After a while, another scream of pain, with a tone of forbearance and unyieldingness, resounded through the grass.

Then there was a dead silence.

And so it went on and on, screaming again and again, again and again and quietly, and after repeating it five times, there was no sound again.

The wind is getting stronger. The grass swelled like waves, and thick clouds rolled in the distance.

This oppressive atmosphere, the slow rhythm of death, echoes with the thunder of the distant sky. It made Wan Kui shudder. The girl shivered behind him.

The overcast sky finally began to rain, and the raindrops the size of beans poured down. The blood on the ground was gradually scattered by the rain.

Wan Kui looked around blankly, looking around, the tall grass in the rain curtain.

What's going on?

Was the boy killed? or ......

Heavy rain is like a note.

From the direction of the ambusher, who was wounded in the cheek, escaped, a bloodied figure brushed aside the long grass and suddenly appeared in front of Wan Kui.

It was the black-haired boy Snow Marks.

He threw away the skull in his hand. It was a skull with a wound on its face, and a look of surprise condensed in its dead fish-like eyes.

His hair was disheveled, his face was bitter, he was clutching the wound on his abdomen, and his gait was staggering, but the light in his eyes did not diminish at all.

He actually killed the hunter who was injured in the cheek, so it means that the previous four people have been more than lucky, and the hunter's perfect ambush ended in total annihilation, but this young man is still standing!

He walked up to Wan Kui step by step, and his burning gaze made Wan Kui take a few steps back. At this time, in Wan Kui's eyes, this boy was like a killing god.

He gasped violently, his body was muddy and dirty, and the wound on his abdomen kept gushing blood, it looked like he was already at the end of his strong crossbow, but the murderous aura he exuded from his body made people shudder, what kind of power was hidden in that broken body?

"No, don't come here, I didn't betray you! I don't know anything!" Wan Kui's tone had changed, and he kept retreating, his hands shaking with his sword.

As he approached, Wan Kui saw the eyes of the snow marks, which were completely devoid of the pride of the overcomer, nor the pain of the wounded, but full of ...... Sorrow and disappointment, as if all this were just commonplace, and yet he was extremely disappointed.

Snow Mark picked up the short gun in his hand, broke open the chamber to reveal the magazine, and poured out the bullet. It turned out to be all bullet shells, and the bullets in the short gun that Wan Kui sold him were all empty shells. No wonder the shot of Snow Marks turned out to be a dud.

This already says it all: Wan Kui turned around and replaced all the bullets in the name of wiping the gun.

Snow Marks already knows Wan Kui's position.

Wan Kui's old face showed a trace of annoyance and anger, his panic disappeared, and instead appeared with the expression of "If you come forward, I will fight with you".

But Xueji didn't come forward, maybe it was too badly injured, maybe it was weakness, maybe it was for the little girl's sake. He didn't step forward.

He just bent down with difficulty and picked up his backpack. He looked at Wan Kui's gaze, full of disdain and sympathy.

Pack up your salt and knives, and walk slowly in the direction you came.

Wan Kui breathed a long sigh of relief and collapsed beside the truck.

At this time, the girl who had been hiding behind Wan Kui finally couldn't hold back any longer, she pulled out two well-sealed bandages from the truck, held them in her arms, passed through the rain curtain, and ran to the snow marks.

The bright red clothes, in the rainstorm, are like a delicate blooming flower, and like a duckweed, so weak that it seems to be washed away at once.

She ran towards the snow marks.

The paralyzed Wan Kui looked at the little girl running past, and a glimmer of light appeared in his decadent eyes, with the essence of conspiracy.

He knew in his heart that this boy must die, the conspiracy itself is a game of death and death, if Snow Mark lives, it will be a threat to himself, an eternal threat, and his future life will be difficult to sleep, worrying about his revenge at any time. He couldn't understand why Snow Mark let him go, but in his heart, there was never a concept of repaying the favor. What he has is just the law of the jungle!

And this daughter is his last chance!

Snow Scar stopped, and he turned his head slowly, looking at the girl.

But there was a beastly light in his eyes, a gaze that would make people's hearts flutter at the sight.

That's looking at the enemy's gaze.

"Get out!"

"Boom!"

Snow Marks' angry shouts and thunder were intertwined, and it was impossible to tell whether it was thunder or his. The thunder light outlined the silhouette of the snow-stained cocoon, and the bloody figure emanating from his cape also made his ferocious aura skyrocket.

Like an emotionless war machine.

He even let out such an angry roar at a young girl who was kind enough to help him?

The girl seemed to have been struck by a sharp blade. Startled, he jumped backwards. Without looking back, he rushed to the van.

The bandage in his arms, falling on the muddy ground.

Along with it, there was a tiny black sharp knife hidden under the bandage, with a multicolored phosphorescent glow on the blade.