Am I the prey?

Zhou Fan's heart was cold, and he smiled dryly: "Brother Wang, you are really joking." ”

Wang Eighteen sharpened the wood in his hand again, the knife was sharp and cold, "In this hunting game, I will give the prey half a pillar of incense time to escape, if you don't believe it, you can sit here, wait for the time of half a pillar of incense to pass, and see if I kill you?"

Sawdust spilled down, Zhou Fan looked at Wang Eighteen's thick fingers, and he suddenly understood one thing, Wang Eighteen cut wood, just simple itchy hands, and peeled the wood as prey.

Such a thought made Zhou Fan's blood all over his body as if he had been frozen by ice and snow.

He didn't hesitate any longer, but stood up, he looked at the weapon on the wall, and couldn't help but ask, "Can I take a weapon?"

Wang Eighteen raised his head and glanced at Zhou Fan with some surprise, he muttered for a moment and said, "The prey is only worthy of escaping, but if it doesn't have some combat power, it's not fun." ”

He threw the knife, and the knife was nailed to the wooden table in front of Zhou Fan.

"This is your weapon. Wang Eighteen sneered.

Zhou Fan didn't say anything, he pulled out the knife, held it in his hand, and turned around to open the wooden door.

The wind whistled through the crack in the door with cold, bright red snowflakes.

"Did you remember?" asked Wang Eighteen suddenly.

"What do you think of?" Zhou Fan asked rhetorically, his face showing a blank look.

Zhou Fan didn't say any more, because if he didn't leave, the time of half a pillar of incense would soon pass, so he pushed open the door and walked out and closed the door.

"Is it instinct...... Wang 18 said almost to himself.

Wang Eighteen didn't think much about it, he hummed a tune and stood up, first took off the iron bow and quiver on the wall, he flicked the slingshot string to confirm that there was no problem with the bowstring, and then took out all the eighteen arrows of the quiver to make sure that the arrows were sharp enough.

He took up his quiver and went to take off his axe and hunting knife and hang it on his waist, and then took the iron bow in his hand.

When he hunts, he usually shoots from a distance first, killing or maiming his prey, and only when he can't do it will he use an axe and a hunting knife to fight in close combat.

After doing this, Wang Eighteen felt that the time was almost up, he opened the door, looked at the bright red flying snow in the sky, and grinned: "The blizzard is the best time for hunting. ”

He laughed like a madman, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

Wang Eighteen walked out, but as soon as he stepped into the snow, he felt a sharp pain in his right foot, which made him stunned, and he looked down and found that the sole of his right foot on his animal skin boot had stepped on a sharp knife.

The sharp knife stabbed through the soles of his feet, piercing through his instep, blood oozing from the instep and making the snow redder.

Wang Eighteen frowned, he didn't deal with the injury on the soles of his feet, but first looked around, and after not finding any figure, he squatted down and pulled out the knife on the soles of his feet.

Wang Eighteen's face was gloomy, and he recognized it as his knife at a glance.

He didn't expect that after the person named Zhou Fan left the wooden house, he would put the knife in this position and use it so well, he even thought about the distance he took out of the wooden house, which was also his carelessness.

But who would have thought that the panicked prey would fight back so quickly?

He laughed instead of being angry, if the prey is too weak, what is the point of hunting?

This prey is so strange, it is still in a state of not waking up from a dream, and it seems to know what to do to save its life.

He tore strips of cloth from himself, wrapped the soles of his feet, and walked towards the snowstorm.

It doesn't seem easy to find someone to escape from in such a snowstorm.

But Wang Eighteen is different, he dares to let Zhou Fan go, so naturally there is a way to find Zhou Fan.

The physical strength of the prey is limited, and it is impossible to escape from the blizzard all the time, and some prey may be too afraid to run straight down until they are exhausted, and then wait for Wang Eighteen to come and harvest.

Some prey that maintain a certain level of sanity will try to find a place to hide.

But no matter what, these prey can't avoid being found by him.

In his dreams, he was born with a premonition of searching for prey, and he knew in what direction the prey would flee to, as long as he followed the premonition and kept going.

The injury on the soles of his feet could not slow down Wang Eighteen's speed, he seemed to ignore the pain, running in the increasingly heavy wind and snow, tracking Zhou Fan's tracks.

Soon he found that his tracking route was a curved curve, which made him lick his tongue, and the fact that the prey dared to lay a trap to hurt him meant that the prey had not lost its mind and would find a place to hide, which was not a strange thing.

It's just that the tracking route is getting more and more weird, and in the end, it actually goes back.

Wang 18 looked at his wooden house not far away, he shook his head, his premonition pointed to his own house, which made him stunned for a moment and sneered.

"Is the most dangerous place the safest?" Wang 18 snorted.

This result was not surprising, in fact he had hunted so many people, and a very small number of those who thought of escaping back to the wooden house.

"It's a clever prey, but it's a pity that you've met me with a premonition of tracking. Wang 18 looked around, and then cautiously approached his house.

Even if the only knife on the prey's body had returned to his hand, the weapons in the house had already been taken away by him, and the prey should be unarmed.

But as an old hunter, he knows very well in his heart that a prey's death-defying counterattack is often the most dangerous, and he has to guard against it, he has already drawn his bow and arrows, as long as the prey appears in his line of sight, he will give the other party a fatal arrow first.

It's just that as he got closer to the house, Wang Eighteen still didn't see Zhou Fan rushing out of the house.

This made him raise his eyebrows slightly, he was still not careless, he knew that if Zhou Fan didn't give up, he would definitely arrange a means to kill him in the house.

As he got closer, he saw smoke billowing from the house, and his face was shocked: Could it be that the prey had set his house on fire?

What's the use of just setting the house on fire?

Never before would a prey do that.

Wang Eighteen frowned slightly, he didn't rush to break in, but approached the wooden house step by step, and while staring at the wooden house, he was also careful of the traps that might appear under his feet.

He has already made plans to wait patiently for the prey to rush out, and the last thing a hunter cannot lack is enough hunting patience.

It's just that he couldn't wait for Zhou Fan to rush out of the house, and when he approached the wooden house, under the cover of the wind and snow, there was a person on the roof who jumped down from top to bottom.

This came down too suddenly, Wang Eighteen didn't even react, he was smashed to the ground, dizzy, just vaguely saw a shadow get up again, strangled him tightly, and before he could resist, a sharp object pierced his neck.

Wang XVIII let out a terrible howl, he threw away his bow and arrows, and drew his hunting knife.

But the man had already jumped away and stared coldly at Wang Eighteen, who was what he thought was the prey Zhou Fan.

Wang 18 clenched the hunting knife, there was hot blood oozing from the sharp object on his neck, he didn't dare to pull out the sharp object, he only touched it to confirm what it was, it was the wooden stick he sharpened when his hands were itching when he was bored.

This wooden stick was not sharp, but under Zhou Fan's strength, it still pierced Wang Eighteen's neck.

If Zhou Fan tried to fight for the weapon on his body just now, Wang Eighteen might have a chance to react, but Zhou Fan didn't do it, obviously knowing that there was only one chance.

From using the room stove to set the wooden house on fire to attract his attention, to hiding on the roof and jumping down to stab him in the neck with a wooden stick that was not too sharp.

This step by step made Wang Eighteen feel afraid, is this still those weak dreamers?

This man is terrible.