In the dead of night.
Deep in the forest.
A moonless night and dark scenery—just the perfect time for murder and arson.
Goats were not commonly seen in the mountains and forests.
Most mountain goats lived farther out at the foot of the mountains, making their homes against cliff faces.
But this one had perhaps gotten separated from its herd. Halfway up the forested mountain, a lone goat was an eye-catching sight.
Li Qi had already slightly raised his waist. He drew his machete with his right hand, readied it, and aimed at the goat's neck.
At this moment, he was a full thirty meters from the goat.
But that was enough.
He only needed one second for the blade to pierce the artery in the goat's neck. He was merely waiting for the right opportunity.
The goat lowered its head and gnawed at the dead grass beneath its hooves.
Li Qi swiftly raised his hand, his whole body shooting out like an arrow loosed from the bow.
The blade pierced straight through the goat's neck, but it did not collapse at once as Li Qi had expected.
In this world, even a lone goat was not something to be taken lightly.
The goat let out a mournful cry and, in a final burst of life, leaped frantically forward.
Goats were naturally skilled at scaling rocky mountains. They could leap five zhang at a bound and hop their way onward. Under normal circumstances, no ordinary person could ever catch one by their own ability.
In almost an instant, the goat—half its head gone—had left Li Qi far behind.
"Damn it!" Li Qi sheathed his machete, wind rising beneath his legs as he desperately chased after the fleeing goat. Though the goat could not possibly survive, it might still run four