A few minutes later.
Du Xiu stood in front of the words.
Speechless.
Damn it, playing the self-pity card again.
For many years, at critical moments, Lian Ruofei loved to put on this act.
What, wouldn't the other side split up to chase?
Childish!
While inwardly despising Lian Ruofei's behavior, Du Xiu headed in the direction he fled.
He also wrote a line.
"Come after me, dumbass."
After writing, he unzipped his pants and took a leak in the snow.
A bit heated, very yellow!
Satisfied with his work, Du Xiu nodded and disappeared into the dense forest again.
Morning.
The sky was just beginning to brighten.
Near Du Xiu's tent, a large crowd had gathered.
Zhou Yuan walked out of the tent, his face extremely grim.
In the morning, he saw the zipper of Du Xiu's tent open, and immediately felt something was wrong.
Upon entering, sure enough, the place was deserted.
"Did you find out what happened?"
Zhou Yuan asked Wang Fang, unable to stop coughing a few times; the smell in Du Xiu's tent was strange and a bit choking.
"Yes. It's all fake, that kid didn't speak a word of truth. What military-controlled goods, it's just Miwu Ore. These people are slaves who escaped from the Miwu Mine," Wang Fang said with a grim expression.
"Damn it, always hunting the geese, and now the geese have pecked my eyes. No way, I have to kill those two brats!"
Zhou Yuan's face was as dark as water.
Firstly, being frightened for two days by a kid with no cultivation made him lose face.
Secondly, he worried Du Xiu might leak their secrets.
"What about these people?"
"Kill them."
Wang Fang glanced at the five people, including Big Python, who were disarmed and kneeling in the snow, and nodded.
"Alright."
"I'll slaughter those two bastards, you lead the team and continue on the original route to the trade."
"Okay."
In the camp, gunfire erupted, and the five ill-fated mine slaves were riddled with bullets.
Zhou Yuan, with two others, followed the footprints all the way to the Snow Forest.
The vehicle stopped at the edge of the forest.
Looking at the endless barren trees, Zhou Yuan led his men inside. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
Before long, they saw the footprints split, fleeing in two directions into the dense forest.
"Split up, did they? The little bastards aren't dumb, but it's useless."
"Captain Zhou, there are words on the ground."
"Here too!"
Two accompanying team members shouted.
Zhou Yuan squinted, the words at both places entered his eyes, and he was instantly furious.
"When I catch you, I'll pull out each of your teeth, and then we'll see if you still have a hard mouth!"
Zhou Yuan's peripheral vision caught sight of a yellow stain on one side, and he frowned, saying to the two, "You two go after that one."
The two team members nodded, avoiding the yellow stain, and hurried in the direction Lian Ruofei fled.
Meanwhile, Zhou Yuan chased after Du Xiu.
As he delved deeper, Zhou Yuan's anger grew.
Because Du Xiu's true traces were left on the ground from time to time.
"Hey, you really dare to come over!"
"Stop chasing, or you'll randomly lose a parent."
"Very well, find another parent then!"
"Stop chasing, or I'll confiscate your family tree!"
"Leave a gap for your family!"
Line after line of provocative words made Zhou Yuan want to smash every bone in Du Xiu's body.
He was following the footprints, so he couldn't help but see them.
The glaring words constantly challenged his heart's endurance.
This was the first time he felt the power of words.
...
Afternoon.
Du Xiu leaned against a tree trunk, panting heavily.
His legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
From two or three in the morning until now, over ten hours of trekking through the snow had left him utterly exhausted.
The supplies in his backpack had long been discarded, leaving only some firestones, jerky, and poison powder.
Even so, his body had reached its limit, and what kept him moving now was his will to survive.
"Hope the poison works."
Du Xiu muttered to himself.
When he fled, Zhou Yuan would definitely check the tent himself.
That was his only chance to poison.
At other times, the other side was too vigilant, leaving no opportunity.
Given Zhou Yuan's hatred for him, it was likely Zhou Yuan himself would lead the chase.
He didn't know if it was Zhou Yuan or Lian Ruofei pursuing him. This chapter was copied from novelping.com without permission.
The provocative words he left in the snow were also meant to anger the pursuer, speeding up the poison's effect.
If it wasn't Zhou Yuan, just ordinary guards, Du Xiu wasn't afraid. Whether they were poisoned or not, with his speed and having escaped half the night ahead, even resting for an hour or two, they wouldn't catch up.
If Zhou Yuan was coming, he was probably close by now; Zhou Yuan's physical prowess was beyond his comparison.
A Qi-Blood Realm Origin Cultivator and an ordinary person were worlds apart.
The poison he concocted could easily kill Captain Ma and others, but that didn't mean it would have an immediate effect on Zhou Yuan.
Dragging his weary body, Du Xiu reached a hillside, where the terrain was higher, allowing him to overlook the situation behind.
He plopped down in the snow, took out some jerky from his backpack, tore off a small piece, and chewed it.
The jerky maker's skills weren't great; it was like chewing wax.
After replenishing his energy, Du Xiu grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth to hydrate.
Then he began massaging his legs to relieve muscle soreness.
After a brief twenty-minute rest, Du Xiu saw a small black dot in the snow, moving quickly.
His face instantly turned grim.
Judging by the speed, it was indeed Zhou Yuan chasing him.
The other side was about thirty minutes away.
A fierce determination flashed across Du Xiu's face.
......
At the site of Du Xiu's camp last night.
Several tents still stood in the snow, not blown down by the strong wind.
On the ground, the bodies of Big Python and the others had bled dry, staining the white snow red.
Beside the camp, a large convoy slowly stopped.
On the car doors was a silver fox head emblem.
At the front of the convoy, three heavily armed vehicles were filled with helmeted hunters in bulletproof vests.
Above, seven or eight drones carrying bombs circled in the sky.
In the middle were two RVs and several trucks.
At the back were several modified pickup trucks, with cannons mounted on the beds, and hunters wrapped tightly in gloves and hats sat at the controls.
The sound of work boots crunching on the snow echoed as a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and a cigarette in his mouth stepped out of the car.
He glanced around, waved his hand, and eight fully armed hunters jumped down from several vehicles.
After getting off, they split into pairs, each carrying a Maxim machine gun, running to the surrounding high points.
The drones in the sky also roared as they dispersed.
Each operator directed the drones in different directions, surveying the area and keeping watch.
Once everything was set up, the slicked-back man respectfully approached an RV and knocked on the glass.
The passenger side window rolled down, and a young man poked his head out.
The slicked-back man warmly said, "Brother Ding, let Master Leng know we've found the place he mentioned."
"Alright, Captain Wang."
The young man replied politely.