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“Bear Head? You actually managed to escape?! But what do you mean by this? This is our territory.” It was clear that the two hunters, who had been brought out by Yang Xiaoyou and had already prepared for the task at hand, recognized the intruders.
After their initial surprise, they questioned the newcomers with voices laced with anger.
The nearby Tour Guide translated and explained briefly for Yang Xiaoyou and the others. Although Yang Xiaoyou spoke Danish fairly well, they were completely at a loss when it came to the local Inuit Language commonly used among the 'natives'.
According to the guide, most local hunters primarily targeted seals along the coast, and their relationships with each other were generally amicable. After all, when out in the wilderness, anyone could encounter trouble and might need assistance.
Only a small number of hunters ventured into the ice fields, and they likely maintained friendly relations as well. The tense atmosphere now was not only due to the intruders entering this Hunter's Lodge, but there were probably some past grievances involved too.
The group of Rough Men who entered seemed equally surprised to see so many people inside. They tightened their grips on their weapons, and the leader, a Brawny Man, glanced disdainfully at Liang Wuxuan, an individual who stood out wherever he went, while also surveying several Assault Rifles that, although out of ammunition, still looked intimidating.
He then chuckled and said, “Given the circumstances, let’s not dwell on our past grievances. Let’s just say we were in the wrong that time. We entered the Snowfield early today but unfortunately didn’t catch any prey. We just arrived here after realizing we couldn’t resupply. On our way back, we noticed a large-scale fire in town and some cannibalistic lunatics on the outskirts.
Fortunately, we didn’t enter the city; we turned back as soon as we sensed something was off. Otherwise, we might have ended up in serious trouble. I was just about to ask what exactly happened that led to this chaotic situation?”
After observing his tone closely, Yang Xiaoyou could roughly confirm that what he said was true. This explained how they managed to escape with their lives.
However, it was evident from their faces that there wasn’t much sorrow among them. If she guessed correctly, most of them were likely those who had enough to eat themselves and didn’t care much about others.
They also seemed somewhat clever, understanding that they needed to gather food; perhaps that was why they were searching through other people's Hunter's Lodges one by one.
The bulging backpacks they carried indicated this well—they hadn’t caught any prey and couldn’t sustain themselves much longer; it was easy to deduce where those supplies came from.
After the other party took the initiative to apologize, the two hunters brought by Yang Xiaoyou didn’t hold any grudges. Their home had already been devastated. Upon seeing fellow countrymen again, even if there had been past conflicts, they had no desire to dwell on them and simply summarized their situation in a few sentences.
While summarizing their predicament, the newly arrived hunters began scrutinizing everyone present carefully. They exchanged glances with each other as if afraid of missing any detail.
However, while they were observing intently, a pair of green eyes were also scanning them—or rather their backpacks.
“Hmm, judging by the size of those packs, even if we include them all together, it should last us about two days. If we exclude them, maybe three days? They don’t seem too friendly; let’s just account for their share as well... Hmm, I’ll take what’s deducted for myself.” As saliva began to unconsciously seep from his mouth while eyeing those backpacks hungrily, Yang Xiaoyou’s eyes almost gleamed with a green light.
However, it was evident that a cripple with a sickly pallor was terrifying to behold, yet the hunters who entered the room quickly ignored him. Their gazes lingered most on Liang Wuxuan, the calamity-bringing Freak, and Qian Kai, the robust man wielding an Assault Rifle.
As fellow gun enthusiasts, they could easily discern that while two others were armed, they clearly lacked experience and posed far less of a threat than this apparent professional.
After comparing the weapons on both sides, the group of hunters exchanged glances. Finally, the leader, known as Bear Head, spoke up. "We initially thought you wouldn't make it out, so we came to see if we could find some spare food. Since you two have escaped, we'll be on our way. Let's part ways here."
The newcomers had entertained some dubious ideas at first, but under the deterrent of sufficient firepower, they chose to retreat.
They also preferred not to team up with others to avoid diluting their food supply and to guard against potential theft. After assessing the situation, they decided to take their leave.
This left Yang Xiaoyou, who had been eyeing the bags with barely concealed hunger, feeling anxious. Truth be told, his bones felt shattered; such an injury would likely keep an ordinary person bedridden. The fact that Yang Xiaoyou could still move was already quite Freakish.
Yet no matter how strong his self-healing abilities were, they would still adhere to biological limits. Engaging in any strenuous activity with broken bones would undoubtedly worsen his condition.
If the others truly intended to leave, he hesitated about what to do next regarding Qian Kai and his group.
Although he sensed malice from them, could he really rely on such vague instincts to appeal to Qian Kai's strong sense of honor?
Issuing a forceful command might work, but it would undoubtedly leave a bad impression on them—especially those two hunters. Given his current physical state, that would be troublesome.
Just as Yang Xiaoyou was caught in this dilemma, he suddenly froze and lifted his head to look toward the door.
"Did you arrive outside the city first and then come here after seeing those things? Did anything strange happen while you were going to other buildings?" For a moment, this Foodie suppressed some of his inner thoughts and instead addressed the departing hunters with a face reflecting uncertainty.
Upon hearing Yang Xiaoyou's words, the hunters' expressions noticeably darkened.
"What do you know?" Bear Head asked incredulously. They had indeed felt as though they were encountering supernatural events along the way, as if footsteps had been following them all along until they suddenly ceased.
At first, they thought they were being targeted by the Snow Wolf, but after a while, based on their past experiences, it seemed that was not the case.
Fortunately, the group consisted of seasoned hunters who had spent years in the wilderness. Their minds were strong; if they were ordinary people, they would have likely crumbled by now.
Initially, they hadn’t felt anything unusual, but suddenly, another person they had just met brought up a topic that sent chills down their spines—especially since it was someone who seemed close to death.
This made them, already somewhat superstitious, feel a deep sense of dread. It was said that those on the brink of death could communicate with unclean entities.
Just as this thought crossed their minds, the hunter standing at the outermost edge of the doorway suddenly trembled.
With a soft 'thud,' a crimson, soft spike pierced through his chest. Looking down at the wound, disbelief washed over his face.
Blood began to seep from his mouth and nose.
“Ah!” he cried out as an unseen force yanked him backward, dragging him swiftly into the depths of the blizzard. His hoarse and mournful final scream was quickly swallowed by the storm. Aside from a trail of crimson blood on the snow, it was as if he had simply evaporated into thin air.
Unbeknownst to them, they had already reached five hundred chapters. Regret filled the air; it seemed like everyone deserved a break during the holidays. Tears flowed freely.
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