Li Long hoisted the adult deer onto his shoulder-it was not actually all that big, weighing around forty kilograms. The fawn was much lighter, ten kilograms or so, and he lifted it with one hand.
With his gun slung across his chest, Li Long carried the adult deer on his shoulder and the fawn in his hand, stumbling over the mountain. His bicycle was on the other side; once he got them there, the rest would be easier.
Though the adult deer was dead, its body had not stiffened yet, so it was still manageable. The fawn resisted, however, struggling from time to time with considerable strength.
Li Long gripped its four hooves tightly to keep from dropping it, wondering whether it would bleed to death before they reached the other side if it kept struggling like this.
The trees were dense, with shrubs mixed in, making walking difficult. Li Long avoided the trees as much as possible and sought out wider gaps, which meant taking a longer route.
Fortunately, the sun had risen, and the light in the woods was fairly good. Li Long walked through the trees with the sunlight at his back, feeling blood run onto his body and down his neck, but there was certainly nothing he could do about it right now.
Deer blood was good stuff too, but he had no choice. He could only let it go to waste for now.
At last, he emerged from the woods. He was still halfway up the mountainside. After looking around and spotting his bicycle, he set both deer down, let out a long breath, and rested a while.
The moment he let go, the fawn struggled to its feet and tried to run, only to topple over.
To Li Long's surprise, its wound was barely