A good haul as soon as he entered the mountains (Happy Lunar New Year's Eve-just one chapter at midnight)

By the time Li Long picked his way over the loose rocks and around to the other side of the mountain, the surviving Siberian Ibex had vanished.

He found the two he had shot in the grass halfway up the slope. The smaller one was already dead. A thick clump of shrubs had stopped it as it rolled down. Without his keen sense of smell, he would have had a hard time finding the young Siberian Ibex, which weighed only a dozen or so kilograms, in the tall grass.

The adult Siberian Ibex was easier to find. A rock had stopped it, and it was not quite dead yet. Li Long's shot had hit its belly. It was still breathing, but it did not look as though it had much time left.

With the little ibex in one hand and the larger one's hoof in the other, Li Long started down the mountain.

He would rather take another long detour than walk through those piles of loose stones again. It was too uncomfortable. After carrying the two ibex a few dozen meters downhill, he stopped.

The larger ibex still struggled a little, but the force was negligible to Li Long. The real problem was that he apparently had not emptied all the gravel out of his shoes. Something jabbed him with every step, and it hurt.

Before sitting down, Li Long deliberately looked for a spot without nettles, so he would not get stung and spend ages suffering from it.

The stuff was also called Scorpion Grass. Once it stung you, there was really nothing you could do. It felt even worse than a wasp sting.

When Li Long had visited Ili in his previous life, he had seen people in rural Zhaosu and Nilka using it as fencing around