Chapter 162 We're saved! (1/2)

Yan Yu strode to Chen Licheng's side in one step, bent down to pick up the fallen homemade gun, and his movements were so fast that only a blur remained.

Check, load, raise the gun, aim.

All the movements were fluid and fast, so fast that they were dazzling.

Three hungry wolves pounced at the same time from different directions!

The echoes of those three gunshots still reverberated in the frozen air.

The surroundings were deathly quiet.

The wind stopped, and the snow stopped falling.

Only the heavy, labored breathing of the survivors, like broken bellows, and the thick, pungent smell of blood remained in the forest.

Yu Hao stood there dumbfounded, his homemade gun still in the firing position, a wisp of acrid smoke rising from the muzzle.

The smell of gunpowder mixed with the stench of wolf blood kept wafting into his nose and lungs, making him feel like vomiting.

His vision went blank.

Immediately, those terrifying scenes from just moments ago uncontrollably replayed in his mind.

The stench of wolves hits you right in the face.

Its fangs were pure white.

The sticky feeling of hot wolf blood splattering on my face.

And then there was that wild boar's final, unwilling screams...

He survived.

This thought, belatedly, crept into his already strained nerves.

"Thump."

Yu Hao's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the snow mixed with wolf blood and bits of flesh.

The biting cold seeped into his bones through his pants, but he felt nothing at all.

He just stared blankly at his trembling hands, unable to control them at all.

Immediately afterwards, a wave of lingering fear, like a dam bursting, instantly overwhelmed all his defenses.

He opened his mouth, wanting to swear, but his throat felt like it was blocked by scalding hot cotton, and he couldn't utter a single sound.

My eyes suddenly felt hot, and my vision blurred instantly.

Large tears rolled down uncontrollably, landing one by one on the blood-stained trouser leg, leaving a small dark stain.

He suddenly raised his arm and wiped his face haphazardly with his dirty sleeve, his movements both fierce and disheveled, letting out a few suppressed whimpers from his throat, like those of a wounded animal.

He didn't cry out loud.

But the way she was desperately trying to hold it in, yet her shoulders were shaking like a leaf, was even more heartbreaking than if she were wailing.

Zhao Weiguo and Chen Weidong were in no better shape; one was leaning against a tree trunk, panting heavily, while the other was slumped on the ground, his face as white as snow.

Li Jianshe and Chen Licheng were completely stunned, staring intently at Yan Yu, still reeling from his seemingly divine methods.

Just then, a figure came into view through Yu Hao's blurry, tear-filled eyes.

So high, so stable, like a mountain.

Yan Yu.

His brother.

That string, stretched to its limit, snapped completely with a "snap."

"elder brother--!"

A scream, thick with sobs, shattered the deathly silence of the forest.

Yu Hao scrambled to his feet from the snow, not even bothering to brush the snow and blood off his body. Like a child who had suffered a great injustice outside and was finally seeing his parents, he stumbled and rushed towards Yan Yu.

He ran to Yan Yu, wanting to throw himself into his arms, but stopped abruptly half a step away. He just stood there, tears streaming down his face, his lips trembling, unable to speak coherently.

"Brother...you...you've finally arrived..."

Yan Yu's gaze swept over him, landing on the large gash on his back torn by wolf claws, and his eyes darkened.

When he arrived, he saw Yu Hao, that simpleton, rush out without a care in the world to lure away the wild boar and save Chen Weidong.

At that moment, Yan Yu knew that taking this underling was not a waste of time.

He's someone you can trust with your back.