On the screen.
Zhou Yuan followed the footprints, getting closer and closer to Du Xiu.
He suddenly stopped, turned, and looked to his side.
On the slope beside him, there was a line of footprints.
As he pursued, he often encountered situations where there were two or three sets of footprints leading in different directions.
This was Du Xiu's trick.
He would first head in another direction, leaving footprints, then step back into the snow pits to return to the original path and continue forward.
Due to the deep snow, stepping on it only left a deep pit, making it hard to discern the direction of the footprints, and Zhou Yuan couldn't be sure.
Whenever he encountered such a situation, Zhou Yuan would leap onto a tree and look far ahead. If he saw that the diverging footprints didn't extend too far, he would determine they were fake.
But this time, without needing to climb a tree, just standing there and taking a glance, he knew they were fake.
It seemed Du Xiu had reached his limit, perhaps too exhausted to think clearly, leading him to make such a blunder.
The people in front of the screen watched as Zhou Yuan continued his pursuit.
Some marveled at Du Xiu's wit and boldness.
Others lamented that Du Xiu was just under the boulder, and Zhou Yuan almost had him.
Zhou Yuan pressed on.
Not far down the slope, a snowman stood there.
The snowman's mouth was marked with a twig bent upwards at both ends, hinting at a smile.
"Still laughing when death is near!"
Following the footprints, Zhou Yuan saw the words on the ground and instantly flew into a rage.
On the ground, glaringly written were four words: "I am your daddy."
Indeed, the persistence of profanity through countless generations has its reasons.
At least in terms of infuriating people, it has unparalleled power.
Zhou Yuan picked up his P90 and unleashed a barrage on the snowman, the rapidly fired bullets shattering both the snowman and the words beneath it.
At that moment, gunfire suddenly erupted from behind Zhou Yuan.
Du Xiu had crept up from the slope, hiding behind a rock, and was firing a submachine gun at Zhou Yuan.
The instant the gunfire rang out, Zhou Yuan's hair stood on end, and he instinctively dropped and rolled.
Bullets struck the snow, sending up a flurry of snowflakes.
Zhou Yuan hid behind a tree, his face filled with shock.
How did that little bastard get behind him?!
Zhou Yuan had no time to ponder this question as a sharp pain in his arm pulled him back to reality.
He looked down to check his injury.
"Still got shot, but luckily it didn't hit the bone."
Zhou Yuan's expression eased slightly, but his desire to kill Du Xiu grew even stronger.
"Better find another spot; fighting here is too disadvantageous!"
At this moment, his position was flat, with sparse trees, and even the tree trunk he was using as cover couldn't fully conceal him, leaving half of him exposed.
He glanced to the side and saw a low-lying area not far away. He crouched and quickly moved there. Find the original chapter at g.com.
Du Xiu must have been reloading, as he didn't attack during Zhou Yuan's move.
Reaching the safe spot, a sinister smile appeared on Zhou Yuan's face.
"Kid, let me have some fun with you!"
As Zhou Yuan removed his backpack to prepare for a light battle, he caught sight of a backpack above the low-lying area out of the corner of his eye.
He glanced at it but paid no attention.
It must have been that kid's plan to ambush him, thinking the backpack with food was a hindrance, so he casually tossed it here to hide it.
Just as Zhou Yuan was about to move again and circle around to Du Xiu's side, rapid gunfire erupted once more.
Bullets hit the snow, sending up flurries, and struck the trees, causing wood chips to dance above Zhou Yuan's head.
Zhou Yuan curled up, chuckling to himself.
In his eyes, Du Xiu was like a cornered dog, unable to find his position and starting to fire wildly.
Little did he know, wasting bullets like this was a path to death.
Moreover, such wild shooting, with its massive recoil, would surely cause him great trouble.
For an experienced hunter, hunting prey requires precise calculation of stamina and ammunition.
With Du Xiu acting like this, Zhou Yuan felt at ease. As long as he stayed still, Du Xiu couldn't possibly hit him.
He waited patiently for Du Xiu to waste his bullets, planning to quickly close in during the reload.
Whether it was long-range marksmanship or close combat, Zhou Yuan had absolute confidence in utterly defeating Du Xiu.
This time, the advantage was his.
Just as Zhou Yuan was feeling relaxed, he suddenly sniffed the air.
"What smell is this, what's burning?"
A burnt odor wafted over.
He looked up to see Du Xiu's backpack hit by dense bullets.
It must have contained Firestone, which had ignited.
No, this smell isn't right.
It's not just the smell of burning.
As he realized something was wrong and stood to move, he suddenly felt dizzy.
"What is this... ah..."
Zhou Yuan's vision went black, and liquid flowed down his face. He touched the liquid on his face, but before he could figure out what it was, a piercing pain shot through his heart.
Blood flowed from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
"Du Xiu! You..."
Zhou Yuan shouted in agony.
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Before he could finish a sentence, he collapsed in the snow.
Breathless.
Du Xiu sat down in the snow, the pain from the gun's recoil, along with fatigue, hunger, and drowsiness, all hit him at once.
"Tudang Vine + Longdan Ginseng, highly toxic, sun-dried for seven days and ground into powder, burning produces a strong aroma, damaging the kidneys and withering the meridians.
Baizhi Incense + Huotan Grass + Quartz Flower, highly toxic, burning causes blindness, hallucinations, and loss of taste.
Baiguan Incense + Digu Flower, highly toxic, burning causes sudden cardiac death and brain death..."
Du Xiu lay spread-eagle in the snow, feeling its softness, muttering to himself.
If all these poisons couldn't kill Zhou Yuan, then he had no other options.
He simply couldn't run anymore.
He had been running in the snow for over ten hours.
To have held on this long, his spirit and stamina were at their limits.
Du Xiu watched the sky, the drifting white clouds.
The snow falling from the tree trunks, blown by the wind.
His tense heart gradually relaxed.
This is it, can't do more, did my best.
If I die, so be it.
The world suddenly became silent.
As Du Xiu enjoyed the brief tranquility.
Suddenly, a piercing pain struck his mind,
His headache flared up again.
The intense pain made Du Xiu curl up, his face twisted in agony.
Before long, his eyes rolled back, showing only the whites.
He fell into unconsciousness.
......
The people in front of the screen were all dumbfounded.
And Master Leng, whose face had been rigid, couldn't help but let a smile creep up as Zhou Yuan fell dead.
Interesting.
After watching it all, he turned and left.
This interesting young man would soon appear before him.
As Master Leng left, the remaining people began to chatter.
"How did that kid kill Zhou Yuan?"
"My god, I actually witnessed an ordinary person kill someone in the Qi-Blood Realm."
"I didn't quite get it."
"Anyway, I feel that kid is quite sinister, could very well be a menace to the Empire."
The remaining people, even after watching to the end, couldn't understand how Du Xiu managed to kill Zhou Yuan.