Am I prey?

Zhou Fan felt chill in his heart, and he laughed dryly, "Brother Wang, you are really good at joking."

Wang Shiba cut the wood in his hand again, and the knife was sharp and cold, "In this hunting game, I will give the prey half a stick of incense to escape. If you don't believe it, you can sit here and wait for half a stick of incense to see if I kill you?"

As the wood chips fell down, Zhou Fan looked at Wang Shiba's thick and strong fingers. He suddenly understood one thing: Wang Shiba cut the wood, but simply itchy hands, and used the wood as prey to peel it.

This idea made Zhou Fan's blood all over his body seem to be frozen by ice and snow.

He didn't hesitate anymore, but stood up. He looked at the weapons on the wall and couldn't help asking, "Can I get a weapon?"

Wang Shiba looked up at Zhou Fan in surprise. He pondered for a moment and said, "Pret is only worthy of escaping, but it wouldn't be fun if it doesn't have some combat power."

He threw the knife and nailed it to the wooden table in front of Zhou Fan.

"This is your weapon." Wang Shiba sneered.

Zhou Fan didn't say much, he pulled out the knife, held it in his hand, and turned around to open the wooden door.

The whistling wind swept the cold bright red snowflakes into the crack of the door.

"Did you remember it?" Wang Shiba suddenly asked.

"What did you think of?" Zhou Fan asked back, with a look of confusion on his face.

Zhou Fan didn't say anything more, because if he didn't leave, half of the incense stick would soon pass. He pushed open the door and walked out and closed the door.

"Is it an instinct..." Wang Shiba almost said to himself.

Wang Shiba didn't think about it anymore. He stood up humming a tune and took off the iron bow and quiver on the wall first. He played the slingshot string and confirmed that there was no problem with the bow string. He took out all the eighteen arrows in the quiver to confirm that the arrow was sharp enough.

He carried the quiver on his back, then walked to take off the axe and hunting knife and hung it around his waist before holding the iron bow in his hand.

When he hunts, he usually shoots long distances first, shoots his prey to death or shoots in silence. Only when he really doesn't work will he use an axe to fight with a hunting knife in close combat.

After doing all this, Wang Shiba felt that the time was almost over. He opened the door and grinned at the bright red snow flying all over the sky, "The blizzard is the best time to hunt."

He smiled like a lunatic, his eyes as cold as ice.

Wang Shiba walked out, but as soon as he stepped into the snow, he felt a severe pain from his right foot, which made him stunned. He looked down and found that his right foot on his animal leather boots was stepping on a sharp knife.

A sharp knife pierced through his feet and penetrated his instep, and blood oozed out from his instep, making the snow redder.

Wang Shiba frowned. He did not deal with the injury on his soles of his feet, but looked around first and did not find any figure before he squatted down and pulled out the knife on his soles of his feet.

Wang Shiba's face was gloomy, and he recognized at first glance that this was his knife.

He didn't expect that after the man named Zhou Fan left the wooden house, he would put the knife in this position and use it so well that he even thought about the distance from the wooden house. This was also his carelessness.

But who would have thought that the fleeing prey would fight back so quickly?

He laughed instead of anger. If the prey is too weak, what's the point of hunting?

This prey is so strange that it is still in a state of not awake in a dream, and seems to know what to do to save your life.

He tore off the cloth strip from himself, wrapped his feet, and walked towards the wind and snow all over the sky.

It seems not easy to find someone to escape in such a wind and snow.

But Wang Shiba is different. If he dares to let Zhou Fan go, he will naturally have a way to find Zhou Fan.

The prey has limited physical strength and cannot keep running away in the blizzard. Some preys are too scared and may escape straight, until they are exhausted, and then wait for Wang Shiba to come to harvest.

Some prey that maintains a certain degree of rationality will find a place to hide.

But no matter what, these preys cannot avoid the fate he found.

In his dream, he had a natural premonition of searching for prey. He knew where the prey would escape, just follow the premonition and keep walking.

Even the injury to the soles of his feet could not slow down Wang Shiba's speed. He seemed to ignore the pain and ran in the increasingly heavy wind and snow, tracking Zhou Fan's traces.

Soon he discovered that his tracking route was a curved curve, which made him lick his tongue. The prey dared to set up a trap to hurt him, which meant that the prey had not lost its mind and would find a place to hide. This was not a strange thing.

But the tracking route became more and more strange, and in the end, I actually went back.

Wang Shiba looked at his wooden house not far away, shook his head, and his premonition pointed at his house, which made him stunned for a moment and sneer.

"Is the most dangerous place the safest place?" Wang Shiba snorted.

This result is not surprising. In fact, he has hunted so many people, and a very small number of people who want to escape back to the wooden house.

"What a smart prey, but unfortunately you met me with a premonition of tracking." Wang Shiba looked around and then walked closer to his house step by step.

Even if the only knife on the prey had returned to his hands, the weapons in the house had already been taken away by him, and the prey should have been unarmed.

But as an old hunter, I knew very well that a prey's counterattack was often the most dangerous. I had to be careful that he had already drawn a bow and arrow. As long as the prey appeared in his sight, he would first give the other party a fatal arrow.

But as he approached the house, Wang Shiba still did not see Zhou Fan rushing out of the house.

This made him raise his eyebrows slightly, but he was still not careless. He knew that if Zhou Fan had not given up, he would definitely set up some tricks in the house to kill him.

As he approached, he saw thick smoke coming out of the house, which made his face look surprised: Could it be that the prey ignited his house?

What's the use of just lighting a house? Do you commit suicide?

Never encountered prey that would do this.

Wang Shiba frowned slightly. He did not rush into the door, but approached the wooden house step by step. While staring at the wooden house, he was still careful of the traps that might appear under his feet.

He had made plans and had to wait patiently for the prey to rush out. The most important thing that hunters must not lack is enough hunting patience.

But he couldn't wait for Zhou Fan to rush out of the house. When he approached the wooden house, under the cover of the whistle and whistle of wind and snow, a man jumped from top to bottom on the roof.

This was too sudden, and Wang Shiba didn't even react. He was smashed to the ground. When he was dizzy, he just vaguely saw a shadow climbing up again and tightly tied him up. Before he could resist, a sharp object pierced into his neck.

Wang Shiba let out a shrill scream, and he threw away the bow and arrow, pulled out the hunting knife.

But the man had already jumped away and stared at Wang Shiba coldly, which was what he thought was Zhou Fan's prey.

Wang Shiba held the hunting knife tightly, and hot blood oozed out of the sharp object on his neck. He didn't dare to pull it out. He just touched it and confirmed what it was, the wooden stick he cut when he was bored and itchy.

The wooden stick was not sharp, but under Zhou Fan's great force, it still pierced Wang Shiba's neck.

If Zhou Fan tried to compete for the weapons on him just now, Wang Shiba might have a chance to react, but Zhou Fan did not do so. Obviously, he knew that there was only one chance.

From using the room stove to ignite the wooden house to attract his sight, to hiding under the roof and jumping out of his neck with a wooden stick that is not too sharp.

This step by step made Wang Shiba feel scared. Are these still those weak dreamers?
Chapter completed!