"I'll do you guys! Come up and cut down the jingzi grass. There are a lot of it here. Sell more copper at that time, so that your family can live a better life!" said the hunter Daniu, who was above.

"Okay!"

Several hunters below pinned their tools on their waists and grabbed the rope to climb up.

After a while, I climbed up.

"Although it's dangerous here, there are indeed many jing grass! We have no worries about harvesting these days!"

Seeing that the surroundings were covered with jingshu, several hunters looked ecstatic and ran over with tools.

The same goes for hunters and big bulls.

"Du!" The sharp hatchet slashed on a thorn grass, and the green juice splashed and fell on the body.

But the big cow didn't pay any attention and excitedly harvested the thorn grass.

I'm in good condition today!

I cut several thorn grasses in a row, but I didn't feel tired.

At this moment, the sound of Xisuo came from the front.

No one figure.

However, here, the jingzi grass is everywhere and weeds are overgrown, so it is normal for people to be blocked in it.

Continue to harvest.

It seems that there is endless energy in my body.

However, not long after, the rustling sound in front became closer.

Daniu thought it was someone else, so he shouted, "Who? Be careful, don't hit my head!"

No response was received.

Although the big bull was a little unhappy, he didn't say much.

I don’t know when it started, but there is a saying among hunters that hunters go out, work at sunrise, and return at sunset!

Many old hunters often say this when they are leading newcomers.

It's almost inherited!

No one dares to doubt it.

Because, among the new hunters of each generation, there are always a small number of people who do not believe in evil and violate this rule. It’s okay in other places, but in Jingshan, they are almost bound to die!

The big bull is not a newcomer and knows this rule, so he plans to take advantage of this opportunity to harvest more Jingshan grass and leave Jingshan before the sun sets.

However, when he straightened his waist and dragged the harvested thorn grass to the open space, he suddenly found that it was already dark!

"This--" Daniu secretly scolded himself for not estimating the time.

He didn't see other hunters, thinking they were like him, and hurriedly shouted: "A Zheng! Xiaohua, Dabei!"

It was quiet around, without a trace of sound.

There was no sound of the wind.

Step on the pedal-

At this moment, a sound of footsteps rang out.

Very abrupt!

He turned his head to look.

Below the unharvested jingle grass, a figure slowly walked out.

"A Zheng! Where have you been?" Daniu walked over.

In the darkness, the familiar face was covered with blood, and a sharp weapon was inserted into the chest, and blood flowed out of it ticked.

The big bull was so scared that his souls were all rising and he retreated frantically.

"Strange—it's weird—"

He saw the hemp rope hanging on the hanging wall, and hurriedly ran over, grabbed the hemp rope and slid down.
Chapter completed!