Shen Qing looked down at his waist, now empty of any arrows, and his heart sank as his face suddenly changed color.
He had just killed Chen An, and now he was in a blood feud with Chen Tai.
The two of them were now at the point of no return.
Without arrows, he lost his most advantageous weapon against Chen Tai.
Whoosh!
An arrow shot by from the opposite direction, interrupting his thoughts.
Shen Qing cursed inwardly, quickly dodging to one side.
After a while, seeing that Shen Qing hadn't fired a single arrow, Chen Tai, hiding in the forest, immediately realized Shen Qing's predicament and knew that Shen Qing was out of arrows.
The best time for a counterattack had come.
A flash of cunning and ferocity appeared in his eyes, "Shen Qing, you're doomed."
Chen Tai emerged from behind a tree, grabbed Chen An's arrow quiver in his hand, then tightly gripped the bow and quickly nocked an arrow, aiming at Shen Qing.
The vibration of the arrow made him feel unprecedented excitement.
With a whoosh,
The arrow shot forward, heading straight for Shen Qing.
Shen Qing hurriedly hid behind a tree.
Thunk!
A dull sound as the arrowhead embedded into the old tree, stirring a flurry of snowflakes.
Shen Qing took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, quickly thinking of countermeasures, trying to find a sliver of hope.
He knew that any panic at this moment could throw him into an irreversible situation.
Shen Qing peeked out, glancing around, finding Chen Tai moving around to his side, locking his position.
If Chen Tai got to his side, or if Shen Qing stepped out to the side out of fear, he would expose himself to Chen Tai's view.
This was a typical hunting tactic they used as hunters.
To stay in place meant only death awaited.
Gritting his teeth, Shen Qing dashed out from the old tree, running madly in a random direction.
Thanks to the breakthrough in hunting skills, he could now understand Chen Tai's tactics, preventing him from falling completely into a passive position.
The two figures chased each other in the mountain forest.
In the vast snow-covered mountains, occasionally winter birds took flight, making the snow-covered forest appear more bustling.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Chen Tai kept shooting arrows.
Thud!
An arrow brushed past Shen Qing, ripping his arrow quiver.
The roe deer blood stored inside burst out, splattering everywhere.
Seeing this, Chen Tai thought Shen Qing was injured and couldn't help but grin, quickening his pace.
Unknowingly, Shen Qing was driven to the familiar sunny slope.
Here, trees were sparse, leaving few places for cover.
Shen Qing intended to change direction, to run to another dense forest.
But what he thought of, Chen Tai naturally thought of too.
Now that he had forced Shen Qing to this point, Chen Tai would not let him escape, shooting several arrows in succession, blocking Shen Qing's retreat, driving him toward the sunny slope.
Shen Qing's expression was not good.
With no other option, he jumped down the sunny slope.
Standing outside the forest, Chen Tai stopped, sneering, pointing his arrow at Shen Qing from afar.
With fewer trees to block, the view was excellent.
Chen Tai narrowed his eyes, holding the bow tightly, steadily and powerfully drawing the bowstring, placing the arrow on the string.
Suddenly, his fingers loosened, the bowstring rebounding with a "zang" sound.
The arrow shot like a meteor, tearing through the air, straight at Shen Qing, its speed astonishing.
At that moment, Shen Qing felt a sudden chill at the back of his head.
As an old hunter, his instincts kicked in, making him react almost subconsciously, diving to the side and rolling over.
Barely avoiding Chen Tai's deadly shot.
Chen Tai showed a look of surprise, spat in the snow, secretly cursing Shen Qing's good luck.
Seeing Shen Qing fall to the ground, he calmly pulled out another arrow, nocking it on the bowstring.
Among the three brothers, his Bow Technique was the best.
While Shen Qing was running, with tricky angles, his skill was hard to apply.
Now, with no tree cover, he stood on high ground, with a clear view, facing a fallen target; he couldn't possibly miss again.
This arrow would take his life, avenging his third brother!
Lying on the snowy ground, Shen Qing's face went pale. He knew he was in a dire situation.
What to do?
Beans of sweat appeared on his forehead, his back chilled.
Just then, his hand felt something hard in the snow.
Shen Qing swiftly pulled it out and found it was the very arrow Chen Tai had just shot!
Joy surged in his heart immediately.
Without hesitation, he turned over, drawing his longbow fully.
Once he clearly saw Chen Tai standing still, he did not hesitate, releasing his fingers, focusing all his strength and hope into this one arrow.
The arrow shot out like a bullet, accompanied by a whistling sound, aiming straight at Chen Tai.
The distance of a hundred steps vanished instantly, the arrow reaching Chen Tai first, precisely piercing through his throat.
Blood spurted, Chen Tai staggered, falling heavily to the ground.
Chen Tai incredulously touched his neck.
His fingers felt something wet and slippery, blood gushing out from his neck.
Chen Tai's eyes widened as he looked at the blood-covered hand, realizing his life was rapidly slipping away, terror and despair intertwining on his face, his eyes filled with disbelief, "How could it be..."
Watching Chen Tai fall, Shen Qing relaxed, letting out a sigh, his body feeling drained of all strength.
Wasting no time, Shen Qing sat up quickly in the snow, walking over to Chen Tai.
At this moment, Chen Tai was already a corpse, his eyes wide open, an arrow piercing his neck, emerging from the other side.
The arrow retained blood grooves, crimson blood flowing from the grooves, pooling on the pristine white snow.
The warm blood melted the snow around, forming a winding river extending seven steps away.
The vibrant red and pure white formed a stark contrast.
Shen Qing raised his hands, looking at them.
"So... this is what killing feels like..."
In the beginning, the situation was urgent, leaving no room for thought.
Now, having killed two people, he realized this was his first time killing.
For some reason, Shen Qing felt little discomfort.
In his view, the world was like this.
The tragic sight of Tian Chuan yesterday was still vivid in his mind.
If he hadn't been tough and lucky, he would be the one lying here now.
"I don't want to die; if someone wants to kill me, I have to kill them first!"
"Hunting can be for beasts or for people."
Shen Qing's gaze suddenly became determined, free of any psychological burden, adapted to the current situation.
Shen Qing looked down at Chen Tai's body, a hint of a smile in his eyes.
Now, after killing the two, the most important thing was to search the bodies!
The Chen Family had many good things; they must not be wasted.
With this in mind, Shen Qing squatted down, moving swiftly.
To save trouble, he took a dagger from his waist, cutting open Chen Tai's clothing belt.
He found a money pouch and some hunting tools.
Then, he stripped Chen Tai clean, even packing up his clothes and bow and arrows to take away.
After cleaning up, leaving Chen Tai's naked body,
Shen Qing couldn't help but smile slightly, turning to leave quickly.
On another part of the mountain forest lay Chen An's body, which probably also had many valuable items that Shen Qing could not miss.