Mountain Lord Makes a Move

Yang Li waved his hand and said, "Let's go, let's keep looking for pythons. There are four of us, and three pythons aren't enough to share."

Now he didn't underestimate Zhao Han. Having the strength and daring to make a move meant you qualified to get a share of the money.

However, he included the pythons that Zhao Han had killed.

Clearly unwilling to let Zhao Han hoard the biggest python, he also wanted a piece of the pie.

When he said this, the hunter acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and Zhou Fei, who had been saved by Zhao Han, didn't even retort.

It was as if it were a matter of course.

This showed that Yang Li currently held the highest position among them.

Zhao Han casually coiled the python, tied it with a rope, and put it into his cloth bag. Then, with a fake smile, he said, "Heh heh, you're right, three isn't enough. We need at least ten!"

Why weren't these three so enthusiastic when he showed up earlier?

These three wanted to take advantage of him? They were dreaming.

They might even lose their lives.

The four continued to walk deeper into Gutter Cave. As they went deeper, the temperature rose.

Finally, they arrived at an underground dark lake. This was the end, a dead end.

The lake surface was black, and they could see many unusually shaped fish inside.

The surroundings were very calm, without any ripples.

The hunter sat on the ground, panting heavily. He felt increasingly uncomfortable. His shoulders and back felt heavier and heavier, as if his body were filled with lead and no longer his own.

"This, how are we supposed to find anything in such a big lake?" Zhou Fei asked, moving a little further from the lake's edge and looking at Yang Li with lingering fear.

Yang Li, with his rich experience, immediately saw the situation. "The deeper the lake, the hotter it gets. Pythons like heat, so there naturally won't be any up here. We'll have to go back and check again."

With that, he turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, after only a few steps, he exposed his back. Zhou Fei quickly exclaimed, "Careful!"

At the same time, Yang Li felt a sharp pain in his lower back, comparable to a piercing ache.

"You, you..." Yang Li turned his head with difficulty and looked at the hunter who had plunged two short knives into his sides.

This guy actually ambushed him!?

He had no enmity with him, so why? Why stab him in the sides?

"Heh heh heh..."

The hunter let out a strange, eerie laugh.

His movements were incredibly stiff, like a puppet's, as he bolted back the way they came.

"Damn, it hurts so much..."

Yang Li painstakingly moved his body. With his sides stabbed, any slight movement caused the wounds to split further, paining him to the point of near unconsciousness.

If this continued, he would likely be paralyzed for the rest of his life.

Even worse, without his kidneys, he might not even have the chance to lie in bed, but would be more suited for a coffin.

"Yang, Brother Yang, are you alright?" Zhou Fei asked, stepping forward with a blank look on his face.

Zhao Han shook his head. In this situation, asking if he was alright? How could he be alright?

"Quick, quick, help me out of here. That guy has a problem," Yang Li gritted his teeth and said.

Zhou Fei reacted and quickly nodded, "Right, right, right, I'll help you!"

"Young man, we'll have to rely on you to lead the way now," Yang Li said to Zhao Han with difficulty.

"No problem!" Zhao Han smiled and took the lead.

But halfway through, Zhao Han suddenly "slipped" and fell into the underground river.

"Not good, a python has grabbed me! You guys run quickly!" Zhao Han's face showed "panic" as he wildly swung his knife and shouted at the two.

Zhou Fei's face turned even paler with fear, and he immediately grabbed Yang Li and ran without looking back.

Yang Li really wanted Zhou Fei to stop and help Zhao Han deal with the python.

But Zhou Fei was already scared silly and running, and Yang Li didn't have the strength to say much more, so he had to let it go.

Unexpectedly, this was just Zhao Han acting.

After the two had walked far away, Zhao Han immediately climbed out of the river and then, crouching low, followed closely behind.

When they reached a fork in the road, Zhou Fei and Yang Li were surprised to find Old Zhang and the hunter waiting there.

The hunter's eyes were closed, and he was leaning against the cave wall.

An arrow was stuck in his thigh, and a lot of blood had flowed out; he had likely fainted from excessive blood loss.

"You're finally back. Old Yang, why are you injured? Huh, where's that young man?"

Old Zhang's eyes lit up when he saw the two return. He scanned around and noticed someone was missing.

"What's wrong with this guy?" Zhou Fei didn't answer him but instead looked at the hunter with anger and asked Old Zhang.

Old Zhang immediately explained:

"I don't know either. He stumbled all the way here begging for help. I heard the commotion and rushed over, then I saw him stab his own thigh with an arrow to self-mutilate..."

After hearing the explanation, Zhou Fei and Yang Li exchanged glances, knowing that this hunter had been possessed by a Weird.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have done something so absurd.

"Damn it, it's really unlucky to run into something like this," Yang Li cursed inwardly.

Zhou Fei's expression turned grim: "Let's get out of here quickly. We can't stay here long."

"Ah, leaving so soon?" Old Zhang said with a look of 'surprise', but then he pointed at the hunter on the ground, "What about him? I'm too weak to drag him out."

"Forget about him. You're lucky I didn't kill him with one blow," Yang Li said angrily.

The two turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, Old Zhang said, "Wait for me a moment."

He then squatted down and rummaged through the hunter's belongings.

Yang Li and Zhou Fei turned to look, thinking to themselves, As expected of an old hand, he always loots the bodies of the dead.

They naturally wanted a share of the spoils, so they stopped. Zhou Fei set Yang Li down to lean against him and stepped forward to help.

"Go!"

Suddenly, Old Zhang stood up and threw a cloud of white powder at Zhou Fei.

Zhou Fei reacted too slowly and was hit directly in the face by the white powder.

Zhou Fei frantically slapped his face: "Ah... Old Zhang, what are you doing?"

Old Zhang, on the other hand, retreated into the right-side cave entrance after throwing the white powder.

Old Zhang knew that he was just an ordinary old man, and a slight touch from a Skin Refining Warrior would peel off a layer of his skin.

Now, it was time for the Mountain Lord to act.

Yang Li wasn't a fool either. Seeing Old Zhang suddenly attack Zhou Fei, he knew trouble was coming. Dragging his heavily injured body, he quickly ran outside.

"Roar!"

As expected, after Old Zhang's successful strike, the Mountain Lord immediately emerged from the cave entrance and let out a roar.

Its massive, yellow and black body was a head taller than a normal tiger.

There was a huge wound on the Mountain Lord's flank, pierced by something. This was a serious injury for the Mountain Lord.

"Skin Refining Warrior, be bitten to death by me!" the Mountain Lord said with a smile, its eyes narrowed, surprisingly speaking with a rough, adult human voice.

"M-Mountain Lord..."

Zhou Fei was instantly terrified and couldn't move his legs.

Or rather, he had been ambushed by the white powder. That white powder was the Soft Muscle Powder that everyone needed.

At this moment, his body was weak, and his legs felt like jelly, unable to run.

"Roar!"

The Mountain Lord lunged forward and bit Zhou Fei's neck in one go.

"Wuwuwu..."

Zhou Fei cried out in pain, struggling and flailing his hands. But the more he cried out, the harder the Mountain Lord bit.

After more than ten seconds, Zhou Fei could no longer struggle. His eyes glazed over, and he collapsed to the ground.