Rebirth 1955 starts from the hunter

Lin Dong's spiritual sense enveloped his entire body, preventing his breath from leaking out, and the dog's barking sound slowly disappeared.

When you enter the village, the first thing you see is the village monument, which reads "Qi Wang Miao Village".

Lin Dong remembered that there were three Kings of Qi in the Ming Dynasty. He didn't know if it was related to this village. Even if it was, it was a long time ago, so Lin Dong didn't think about it anymore.

Lin Dong felt relieved when he saw the traces of the bicycle heading southwest along the edge of the village.

Lin Dong subconsciously didn't want to enter the village. His spiritual sense could block the breath, but it couldn't block his eyes. The most common things in this kind of mountain village were dogs, very ferocious hunting dogs.

As a professional hunter, he doesn't want to kill hunting dogs. This is a taboo. You could also say that Lin Dong is superstitious.

Another hour passed, and a courtyard appeared in Lin Dong's consciousness.

There were three adobe houses in the yard, and a couple in their 34 or 35 years old were sleeping soundly.

In the next room were two boys, the older one was ten years old and the younger one was about six or seven years old.

The male owner Lin Dong had seen him before. He was one of the gun sellers on the black market.

There was a cellar in the westernmost room, and the entrance was blocked by a stone mill weighing about 700 to 800 kilograms. Lin Dong turned to the back of the house and probed into the cellar with his spiritual sense.

There were thirty-five rifles, mostly Type 38 rifles and old-style chambered rifles, two machine guns, a total of about five thousand rounds of bullets, two grenade launchers, and two boxes of artillery shells.

Seven bicycles that were 80% new and about two tons of defective steel parts. They must have come from a factory because all the parts were new but defective.

More than a dozen sets of gray cloth military uniforms, brand new, they were our army uniforms, four to five thousand kilograms of various grains, and about two thousand kilograms of various bacon and smoked meats.

Two sacks of coarse salt, a lot of mountain products and leather, and a few ginseng and ganoderma lucidum, of average quality.

This made Lin Dong very disappointed. There was no radio, no documents, and no items related to the skinheads. It was completely different from his initial guess.

It's unlikely to be something from spies, but more like something from the militia, because a booklet was also found, in which all the weapons in the cellar were registered, including every bullet.

However, there were twelve registered pistols that were not found in the cellar, presumably they were carried by someone.

No Mauser sniper rifle was found, and the one sold was probably the only one.

It seems that the sniper rifle might have been stolen. Since it was not registered, there is no reasonable explanation. Lin Dong can only think this way.

"Hmm..." - Lin Dong held his breath, squatted down with his spiritual awareness covering his whole body.

The man in the room woke up, with a box gun in his hand. He listened in the direction of Lin Dong through two walls.

A very alert hunter. Carefully feeling the flow of his energy, he should be about the same strength as Lin Mancang.

At the peak of Ming Jin, one only needs an opportunity to enter An Jin.

If Lin Dong did not use his spiritual sense and cave heaven, and only relied on martial arts, he might not be able to win.

In his spiritual consciousness, he saw this man put the box gun into his arms, reached out to take the hunting bow on the wall, and walked out barefoot, slowly opening the door. He went in the direction where Lin Dong was hiding.

Lin Dong knew that many hunters had a sixth sense, which was a natural ability to save their lives, and it also made them instinctively alert to danger.

I looked at the time. It was already 3:30 in the morning. There was still more than an hour until dawn. If I didn't leave now, I would have to hide in the space and stay here all day.

Lin Dong no longer hesitated. He used his spiritual sense to control a brick on the opposite wall and dropped it to the ground. There was a "bang" sound, which was very harsh in the quiet night.

The hunter uncle rolled on the spot and hid in the corner. He pressed a protruding position with one hand and jumped lightly to the outside of the wall.

Without any hesitation, he pulled the hunting bow to the full moon and shot the arrow rapidly towards the place where the brick fell.

"Swish," "Puff," these are the sounds made by feather arrows shooting into the bricks.

After leading the hunter away, Lin Dong had no intention of watching the show, nor did he move anything in the cellar. He just left quietly.

Lin Dong did not return to Sijiu City, but made a circle and returned to Changling Village.

"This village is definitely not simple. What kind of existence is Qi Wang Miao Village? The steel parts in the cellar at least prove that they are thieves. Where did they steal the Mauser sniper rifle from? They may also have an official identity..." - Lin Dong, lying in the yard, carefully thought about what he had seen and heard last night, trying not to miss any details.

Lin Dong estimated the distance between Changling Village and Qiwangmiao Village, which was about 30 kilometers of mountain road. He wondered whether he should take the risk to collect the prey and investigate the situation head-on.

It’s not that Lin Dong has nothing to do, he has taken a fancy to this hunter. It would be a shame to let go of such a great master.

With a wife and children, it is not difficult to control him as long as the benefits are enough.

Unless he is a heartless person, it is unlikely. Although hunters are cruel to outsiders, they are most likely good to their families, because family members are their spiritual sustenance.

Lone hunters do not live in villages, but in the mountains, because they do not trust anyone.

These people were originally ordinary hunters, but some of them killed too many lives and their minds became twisted.

Most of them have been poisoned by some kind of nerve-damaging poison, which has confused their minds and led them astray.

At this time they have lost their humanity, and except for wild beasts, other hunters are also their prey.

They are more terrifying than wild beasts. Some lone hunters have even lost the ability to speak. The living people don't look like humans, and the living beasts don't look like beasts.

Of course, this is only a small part. Lin Dong has never seen it. He has only heard from his seventh uncle about them besieging and killing lone hunters.

Although he hadn't slept all night, Lin Dong didn't feel sleepy at all, so he simply went to the Chen family of Chen Ling, the mayor of the next town.

Lin Dong lost his bow, and now he needs a hunting bow. In many cases, a hunting bow is more useful than a rifle. Its biggest advantages are its low noise and high concealment.

"Grandpa Chen, are you home alone? Where is Uncle Hongshan?"

"Do you know how to speak, little brat? Am I not a human being?" - Aunt Hongshan came out from the kitchen at this time.

"Hey, hello, auntie. These are the grapes grown at home. They are so sweet."

"Okay, what's going on? You two can talk while I go wash up."

Aunt Hongshan took the grapes and walked to the well. Lin Dong picked up a stool and sat next to Old Chen.

"You kid, you haven't been here since you took the hunting bow away. What brought you here today?"

"Grandpa Chen, you can't blame me. This is more than ten kilometers of mountain road. Is it so easy to come here? Besides, everyone knows that you like quietness." - Lin Dong said as he took out a five-jin jar.

"This is viper wine. It's only been brewed for a month. Your body can use it just right."

"Good stuff, you still have some conscience. Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Grandpa Chen, I want to make another three-stone bow."

"Alas! I'm afraid you'll have to wait this time. There's no shortage of bow arm materials at home, but bowstring materials are becoming increasingly difficult to find, and the quality is even more difficult to describe. Let alone a three-stone, even a two-stone bow cannot be made."

Lin Dong opened the bamboo basket and took out the dried white tiger tendons, then pulled out the one-foot curved knife from his calf and handed it to Old Chen.

"Please take a look at this deer tendon and see if it can be used."

Old Chen looked at the white tiger tendon, which was as thick as his little finger, with suspicion. He took the scimitar and cut a few times at the tip of the tendon.

"Is this a foreign deer? I have been making bows and arrows for my whole life, and there are very few materials I haven't seen. Today I really broadened my horizons."