Night Without End-Chapter 6 - 4 Ambush_2

They thought Qin Ming would risk going deep into the forest to hunt, misjudging the time of his return, otherwise, they wouldn't have talked so unguardedly just now.

"Be cautious, and later on, keep quiet," Ma Yang said.

Hu Yong nodded, saying, "Strike from behind him quick and fierce, make it smooth!"

Wang Youping complained, "I hope he brings back some game alive and shows up soon. Hurry and give him a few iron rod strikes, I'm almost freezing stiff."

Suddenly, the snow den where they were hiding collapsed thunderously, burying the three in an instant, caught off guard, their mouths and noses filled with snow.

Hu Yong reacted the fastest, bursting out first, but before he could stabilize, a foot appeared in front of him, and with a thud, fiercely kicked his face.

The excruciating pain twisted his facial features, then a hunting fork violently smashed onto his shoulder, feeling like his bones were about to break, making him stagger and fall to the ground.

Ma Yang was in a similar situation, barely poking his head out of the snow when Qin Ming kicked his nose, the intense pain mixed with a sour sting unbearable, he howled miserably, with snot and tears streaming, rolling in the snow.

Wang Youping, hearing the commotion wasn't right, burrowed into a person-deep snowdrift, not daring to come out. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his back, a sharp steel fork piercing through his clothes and drawing blood.

"Don't...don't kill me," his voice trembling, lips shivering, what embarrassed and discomforted him more was that he wet his pants, terrified of being pierced through and through.

Qin Ming didn't intend to kill him, just piercing through his skin enough to draw blood.

He jabbed Wang Youping out, then kicked him three meters away, falling again into the snow heap.

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"Qin...Ming."

"Brother Ming, we are from the same village, we see each other often, please show some mercy, we were wrong this time."

When the three saw who it was, and the gleaming steel fork he was holding against them, they immediately cowered.

Indeed, they all carried knives and sticks, but seeing such a fierce and murderous Qin Ming, they felt genuinely terrified to their core, plus with injuries sustained, they hardly dared to resist.

Usually bullying the weak and fearing the strong, when facing a real tough opponent, they dare not provoke at all.

Although the actions of the three were detestable, Qin Ming wouldn't kill over it, a harsh "education" was inevitable, he used the steel fork against their bodies, making them squat honestly on the ground.

Then, a flurry of thrashing ensured, giving his limbs a good exercise.

Eventually, the three were left with swollen, bruised faces, mouths foaming with blood, wailing miserably, after a stern warning they were finally let go.

Qin Ming thought, these people are menacing on the outside but timid at heart, wanting to play the villain without the courage or strength, a harsh lesson ought to be enough for them to learn.

Meanwhile, outside the dense forest where Qin Ming and mutant creatures confronted, a donkey ambled from the distant open land, seeming familiar with the road, as if intending to enter the mountain.

On the donkey's back was surprisingly a weasel, pure white as snow, not a single stray hair, in this era when the sun never rose after it set, white creatures were rare.

It wasn't as restless as ordinary small animals, on the contrary, it was very serene, even could be said "mature," sitting crossed on the donkey's back, and riding it backward, facing the way it came.

This didn't seem like a wild animal, its demeanor more like that of a composed human, eyes deep, riding the donkey unhurriedly.

The mutant creature Qin Ming had driven off, seeing the donkey approaching, suddenly lunged over, but when it spotted the snow-white weasel on the donkey's back, it abruptly halted, then turned around and dove into the dense forest, burrowing into the thick snow, its body slightly trembling.

The donkey wasn't startled, just glanced faintly at the creature, like an old hand knowing the way, carrying the quiet weasel into the mountains.

...

Fire Spring in sight, the black and white trees swaying.

Qin Ming quickened his steps, and after a while, reached the entrance of the village, completely relaxed.

"Qin Ming is back." Someone chopping wood, looked up and saw him.

Soon, several courtyard doors facing the street opened.

Qin Ming's solo venture was already well-known. Many people were guessing whether he could come back alive and whether there would be any gains.

"Shallow Night had just arrived, and he went out fully armed..."

Shuangshu Village isn't large. All the villagers who heard the noise came out.

Each household had a Sun Stone, casting fiery glows, and even the street was faintly lit.

People saw that Qin Ming was carrying a hunting fork with a red squirrel hanging from it, and suddenly all was silent.

This was completely different from what they had imagined.

Lu Ze rushed over and seeing Qin Ming safe and sound, he instantly relieved, his hanging heart settled down.

He was a straightforward person, breaking the silence, he said, "Everyone said you went into the mountains to hunt bears, but what's this...you caught a squirrel?"

"I even raided its home," Qin Ming said with a smile.

People noticed the Beast Skin Bag he was carrying on his back, already figuring out what was inside, and immediately felt envious.

Then, everyone noticed that the fiery fur of the squirrel was faintly glowing, obviously a mutant creature, definitely valuable.

"This trip out not only was safe but also quite fruitful," Old Man Liu, who lived at the entrance of the village, sighed.

Some villagers seized the opportunity to ask if it was safe outside now?

Qin Ming honestly spoke of his experiences along the way. He dared not mislead his neighbors as it could cost lives.

Hearing that there were dangerous mutant creatures in the outer areas of the mountains, everyone's expression changed, and they still could not venture out alone in the short term.

Later, Qin Ming didn't hide anything and mentioned the actions of Ma Yang, Hu Yong, Wang Youping, immediately provoking the outrage of the villagers young and old.

"Shameless! They don't dare to enter the mountains themselves, yet they want to backstab fellow villagers. Isn't this not only stealing but also wanting to harm lives?"

Ma Yang, Hu Yong, Wang Youping, supporting each other, limping just showed up at the village entrance, were immediately given another severe beating led by Lu Ze.

"Brother Lu, Uncle Yang, Uncle Liu, stop hitting us, save us!" The three's snot bubbles mixed with blood, freezing on their faces, screaming heart-wrenchingly, mainly because they had provoked public anger, and many people usually disliked them.

Qin Ming grabbed a large handful of nuts for each child on the street, immediately causing a group of children to cheer nonstop.

Then he saw Granny Zhou, her face pale, leaning on the courtyard door. He walked over quickly, not letting her say much, leaving behind some dried goods.

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"Uncle, you're so awesome, wild walnuts are delicious, and the pine nuts are really fragrant!"

In Qin Ming's home, Wen Rui was generous with praise and extremely happy, trying every type of nut, her little mouth hardly stopping.

"Jujube paste, yummy, sweet," Little Wenhui, just over two years old, not speaking clearly, was eating steamed, pitted, and mashed red jujube paste and even kissed Qin Ming's face with a smack.

Next to them, the red squirrel that had been hung on the hunting fork woke up from unconsciousness, opened its eyes, and saw several people rummaging through its "savings," immediately despairing.

"As expected of a mutant creature, hardworking and capable, it collected nearly thirty pounds of food," Liang Wanqing exclaimed in admiration.

The red squirrel's eyes bulged round, almost shooting fire.

At that moment, Lu Ze spoke gravely, "Xiao Qin, you seem to have recovered well, it's time to seriously consider the matters of 'rebirth'."