I wish the second master the third story.

This story is a bit far away from now, Zhu Zijun seems to have heard adults tell it when he was a child, but he doesn't remember it very really, but at that time, it was a sensation around the city.

The hero of the story is a veteran, with a good marksmanship, a living creature within 200 meters, he can shoot with a gun, the gun must be hit, and he will never miss - he won the first place in the division's shooting competition in the army.

He likes to hunt very much, but he doesn't like to eat the prey he catches, which seems to be similar to "fishing is better than fish", but in the area of Zhujiazhuang, there is a deep taboo about this - if a hunter does not eat the prey he has hit, he will be punished.

He didn't believe it, he felt it was complete nonsense.

After several years of amateur hunting, even he could not remember how many small animals such as hares, pheasants, weasels, etc., died under his gun. However, due to the indiscriminate cutting and punishment, coupled with excessive hunting, there were fewer and fewer animals in the mountains, and many old hunters had withdrawn, but he still enjoyed it.

He could not resist the cruel pleasure of the bullet piercing the blood splattered through the bodies of the animals, and like the convulsions of the animals before death, he was always so happy that his whole body trembled.

It's a pity that this pleasure is getting less and less, and this kind of day is like eating a dish that forgets to put salt for him, and it is bland and difficult to swallow.

On a summer with a nice sun, he decided to go out and try his luck.

He walked around the mountains, and he didn't even find a pheasant feather, which was very stupid. In order not to return empty-handed, he walked a long way to Tiger Rock.

Tiger Rock, as the name suggests, used to have a lot of tigers entrenched there, but they disappeared dozens of years ago, but there are still small animals.

As soon as he arrived at Tiger Rock, he found an oversized rabbit with snow-white fur glistening in the sun, which literally burned his eyes.

It was the largest hare he had ever seen in his life, and the most beautiful hare.

He neatly removed his gun.

As if waiting for his arrival, the rabbit looked at him coldly as if it were dripping blood, and when he saw him take off his spear, he shook his fur, and then walked unhurriedly into the woods.

The rabbit's shake made his eyesight glaze a little too much to aim—and he had to follow.

He felt that the rabbit was provoking him, which he could not tolerate, and, for no reason, his heart was filled with hatred and the belief that he would kill the rabbit.

He didn't expect that this was an extremely intelligent rabbit that had led him into a great conspiracy that he didn't know about.

Strangely, along the way of following the rabbit, he found a lot of small animals, even the muntjac that had disappeared for a long time appeared, and those small animals were looking at him uneasily, looking at the beautiful big rabbit.

He took aim again, and just as he was about to pull the trigger, the rabbit was blocked by the tree again.

He had no choice but to follow again.

It was almost to the top of Tiger Rock, and he was a little out of breath.

The rabbit was next to a rock at the top of the hill, and it had turned to watch him walk up.

It's open, it's not covered by trees, and you can easily kill it with a single shot.

A person, a rabbit, separated by less than five meters.

He sneered and raised his gun.

He's going to snap its head off, and then quietly watch its twitching performance.

He didn't feel anything unusual until now.

- Why did it wait for his arrival?

- Why did it deliberately lure him to the top of the mountain?

- Why did it look at him so coldly like a human being?

He didn't think about it at all, maybe if he thought of one of them, he would have found out that it was a conspiracy, a huge trap.

But he didn't.

Like a flash of white lightning, the rabbit suddenly lunged at him.

It burrowed under his straddle.

He couldn't shoot, and subconsciously bent down to smash it with the butt of the bird's gun.

The bird cung and made a dull sound.

Maybe it was the butt that made the gun fire automatically when it hit the ground, maybe it was the rabbit that pulled the trigger with its front paws, but who knows?

Dozens of iron sand shot into his body, and he threw his gun and rolled on the ground, screaming and howling.

If you don't hit the point, you won't die right away, and this painful ordeal will last for a long time.

Like the little animals that died at the muzzle of his gun.

The rabbit jumped to the side and looked at him coldly.

He couldn't stand the pain and rolled down the hill, and the thorns and sharp stones pierced his body, but he didn't feel it at all, just subconsciously rolled down one by one.

Rolling halfway up the mountain, the heart-rending wail was faintly heard by a few people picking mushrooms on the mountain.

Later, they followed the sound and came to see it, and they were so frightened that they threw away the mushrooms, and ran down the hill.

Of the four people, two have had a nervous breakdown ever since.

He may have shed his last drop of blood before dying, but who knows?

Maybe that rabbit knows.

Because it had been following him, its eyes redder than his blood.

Later, the person who collected the body said that he had made a large hole in his stomach along the eye of the iron sand...... Leave the rest alone, it's too bloody and disgusting.

Some people say it's retribution, some say it's not a rabbit, it's a goblin, but who knows?

Since then, no one has hunted in Zhujiazhuang for dozens of miles, and after a few years, there are more small animals in the mountains, and the beautiful muntjac is like a fiery red cloud, floating in the mountains - there are even wild boars, and half an acre of sweet potato fields have been arched in one night.

After all these years, the rabbit should have died, who knows?