The wild mountain goat collapsed on the slope.
Li Long breathed a sigh of relief but did not go over immediately. He first took deep breaths to recover his strength while pressing cartridges into the magazine.
Only after recovering for a few minutes did Li Long walk over to the goat with his gun.
The wild mountain goat was already dead and motionless. That shot had struck its chest and most likely shredded its internal organs.
Li Long slung his gun over his back and drew his knife, cutting through the blood vessels in its neck. Then he straightened up and stomped down hard, determined to drain as much blood from the goat as possible.
Before long, blood stopped flowing from the goat's neck.
Li Long looked around. The sun had only just peeked over the horizon, so it was still early. He lifted the goat onto his back, held his gun in his right hand, and steadied the goat with his left as he headed down the mountain.
The goat weighed thirty or forty kilograms. Just carrying it back would take over an hour.
Fortunately, he could take a shortcut without going back into Hot Spring Ravine, cutting diagonally across its head and heading straight for the Wooden Cabin.
An occasional drop or two of blood still dripped onto Li Long's clothes, but he did not care. He wore old clothes when hunting, the same outfit every time. After a hunt, he would wash them when he had time. There was no need to get them particularly clean, as long as they did not show dirt easily.
The sun had just risen, and the dew had yet to dry. Li Long's trousers were already soaked, the legs clinging uncomfortably to his skin. He was anxious to get back to