In the end, Li Long did not stay to hunt wolves. Although he had brought his gun, the thought of crowding into their winter camp made him decide against it.
After all, Harimu and the others had only come down from Summer Pasture a few days ago. Sharing quarters before had been unavoidable, and there had also been the Old Lady and the two children. Now that it was just the couple, wouldn't he be a third wheel if he stayed?
Having found himself a very good reason, Li Long ate some meat there, drank a little, then headed down the mountain with some meat and offal.
As he drove out of Mountain Pass, Li Long turned his head and saw someone walking along a narrow path on the eastern ridgeline with a walking stick. The deep snow made walking difficult, but the man never stopped.
Li Long thought that if the man called out, he would stop and give him a ride. But after seeing him, the man did not wave. Instead, as though afraid Li Long would notice him, he hurried around to the southern side of the mountain.
Li Long understood then: the man did not want to see him.
Then so be it.
On the way back, Li Long kept wondering what the man was doing going into the mountains in such heavy snow. Hunting? If he was hunting, he shouldn't be wandering around Outer Mountain. He should be heading farther in.
Could he still be searching for treasure?
Big Mantou Mountain still hadn't been found. The treasure Li Long had reported to the authorities back then probably wasn't what Sheng Shicai had hidden, so those several truckloads of wealth Sheng Shicai had stashed in the mountains were still buried somewhere there.
The man was certainly