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Outside the county town, a rugged mountain path wound upwards, covered by a thin layer of white snow.
A seemingly tired nag exhaled clouds of white breath from its nostrils, pulling an old cart slowly along the silent mountain road.
The wheels pressed over the snow, emitting a dull creaking sound.
Barren tree branches stretched out with a vigorous posture along the way. Occasionally, a cold wind blew through, gently shaking the branches and causing snow to rustle down.
"Brother Qingzi, how did you discover them just now?"
After a round of self-consolation, Shen Xiaohu had walked away from the initial guilt of killing, feeling much more at ease in his heart.
Shen Qing glanced at Shen Xiaohu and answered frankly, "I wasn't very sure either, so I shot an arrow in advance to test it."
"Huh? What if you killed the wrong person?"
