Li Dayong walked over to the wild boar, which was still struggling desperately, with his knife.
It turned out that the two loops Zhang Ergou had tied around the wild boar's neck were a slipknot, commonly used in hunting.
This way, the more the wild boar struggled, the tighter the rope became.
Seeing this, Li Dayong, in addition to being amazed by Zhang Ergou's skills, felt a sense of admiration.
As an old hunter, Li Dayong had never bowed to anyone. Sudan Novel Network.
Even the deceased Xu Dalu, Li Dayong felt, was no better than himself, an equal match.
Zhang Ergou, in such a dangerous situation, had managed to achieve this. How could he not be amazed?
Li Dayong put himself in Zhang Ergou's shoes. If he had encountered the same situation, he might not have been as resourceful and agile as Zhang Ergou.
At this moment, Zhang Ergou's status in Li Dayong's heart had risen to that of an equal.
He would no longer treat Zhang Ergou like a younger brother.
Although Zhang Ergou and his own younger brother, Li Dazhuang, played well together, Li Dayong had always treated them like children.
Lin Zicong's face lit up when he saw Li Dayong approaching the wild boar with his knife.
"Brother Dayong, look, I've already taken down the wild boar. Hurry up and stab it with your knife."
Li Dayong gave Lin Zicong a cold look. "Lin Zicong, I believe you know that if it weren't for Ergou risking his life to put the rope around the wild boar's neck, you wouldn't have had the chance to tie the rope to the tree?"
"Besides, it was Ergou who tied the rope to the tree. You just made a knot."
"And now, the wild boar is considered to be taken down by you? Lin Zicong, do you have any shame?"
Lin Zicong's face turned red and white from Li Dayong's words. He looked at Zhang Ergou, still unconscious on the ground.
Instead of feeling any worry, Lin Zicong felt an unspeakable sense of joy.
"Brother Dayong, actually, I also think Ergou put in a lot of effort, but if I hadn't finally tied the rope to the tree, wouldn't all of Ergou's efforts have been in vain?"
Lin Zicong still defended himself, unwilling to give up.
"Lin Zicong, I'll say it again. The one who killed this wild boar is Ergou, and he is the only one who has the right to deal with it."
Li Dayong knew exactly what Lin Zicong was thinking. He just wanted a larger share of the wild boar meat.
"Brother Dayong, you!" Lin Zicong's face turned a deep red.
"Don't say another word, or don't blame me for getting angry!" Li Dayong said coldly.
With Zhang Ergou's life hanging in the balance, Lin Zicong was still preoccupied with the wild boar meat. Li Dayong's restraint was his greatest tolerance.
"..." Seeing that Li Dayong was about to lose his temper, Lin Zicong quickly shut his mouth.
However, his eyes darted around, clearly plotting something.
Li Dayong plunged his knife fiercely into the wild boar's throat, and the wild boar let out a piteous cry.
Watching the wild boar gradually still, Li Dayong wiped his knife twice on the boar's body, cleaning off the blood with the boar's hair.
Then, he took his knife and returned to where Zhang Ergou was lying.
He paid no further attention to Lin Zicong, who stood beside him.
"Cough, cough!" As soon as he squatted down, Li Dayong heard Zhang Ergou cough with difficulty.
"Ergou, Ergou, how are you?" Li Dayong gently patted Zhang Ergou's chest. "Can you hear me?"
But no matter how Li Dayong called out, Zhang Ergou showed no reaction.
Other than the cough Li Dayong had just heard, Zhang Ergou showed no signs of waking up.
Li Dayong even wondered if he had imagined it.
"Lin Zicong, what are you still standing there for? Don't you see how badly Ergou is injured? Go get the water!"
Li Dayong shouted at Lin Zicong, who was still standing by the wild boar, eyeing it.
"Hmph, it would be better if he died!" Lin Zicong muttered under his breath and slowly walked towards where they had left their backpacks.
He had no good feelings for Zhang Ergou whatsoever and wished he would never wake up.
Seeing Zhang Ergou still motionless, Li Dayong also became anxious, constantly looking up in the direction of Xinshan Village.
He wanted to see why his younger brother, Li Dazhuang, hadn't brought the village doctor yet.
Zhang Ergou had a long dream. In his dream, he dreamed of flying with a sword, of going to a strange place.
This strange place had a unique characteristic: it was surrounded by white mist, the scenery was exceptionally beautiful, and the trees were as thick as the crooked-neck trees in the village.
Zhang Ergou looked around curiously. Suddenly, he saw someone flying towards him.
Zhang Ergou wanted to greet the person, but the person seemed not to see him.
He continued to fly forward on his sword.
He passed by Zhang Ergou without any intention of stopping.
Zhang Ergou's raised arm froze in mid-air...
In reality, a faint mist surrounded Zhang Ergou's body, barely noticeable unless one looked closely.
And the cultivation technique Zhang Ergou had practiced while meditating the night before was now automatically circulating.
Of course, none of this was noticed by anyone.
Li Dayong was still anxiously patting Zhang Ergou's chest.
"Brother Dayong, water!" After about half an hour, the slow-moving Lin Zicong finally brought the water to Li Dayong.
Li Dayong took the water bag, glared at Lin Zicong, and said nothing.
In the dream, Zhang Ergou froze in mid-air for a moment. Seeing that the person had flown far away, he chuckled self-mockingly and flew forward again.
As he flew, Zhang Ergou arrived at a place resembling a temple.
But this place was hundreds of times larger than any temple he had ever seen.
Here, the mist was even denser, and the trees were lush and green, exuding vitality.
Zhang Ergou continued to fly forward. At this moment, he saw a large plaza filled with people, all wearing blue robes.
These people standing in the plaza seemed to be practicing some kind of martial art, their movements synchronized.
On a higher tier of steps, a middle-aged man in a dark gray robe was performing the same movements, and the people below practiced with him.
Zhang Ergou flew to the side of these people and found that, like the first person he met, they were also treating him as if he didn't exist.
Zhang Ergou did not stop and continued to fly forward.
The further up he went, the fewer people there were, but the darker the color of their robes became.
At the end of the plaza, at the highest point, Zhang Ergou saw a familiar figure, which made him overjoyed.
"Master, do you see that I've reached the Qi Refining stage now?"
Zhang Ergou shouted to the white-haired old man sitting at the very top.
However, at this moment, Zhang Ergou suddenly felt a chill entering his throat...