Chapter 1 - Youth from the Village (1/2)

The dark and thick clouds filled the sky, hiding the golden glow and seemed as if about to fall, as if suppressing the whole quiet world.

The indifferent wind was whipping, drowning out the chirps and the little greenery had already been blown down to the ground, which showed that a storm was about to come.

In the dense forest, a figure was moving through the woods, aiming at a black lion running in front.

The speed of the black lion was fast, but the figure was faster. When he was still several meters away from the black lion, his right arm rose and swung forward. Along with a whistling sound, a black iron spear caught up with the black lion, penetrated into its back, and pierced its front abdomen, nailing it to the ground.

The black lion roared and struggled, but it couldn’t pull out the black iron gun nailed to the ground through its body, its breath was getting weaker and weaker. At this moment, the figure came to the front of the black lion. He was a boy wearing burlap clothes. He had bright eyes and black hair, his face had that youthful vibe.

Looking at the dead black lion, the boy grabbed the black iron gun in his hands and shook it. He then carried the black lion on his shoulder and turned away.

If others saw this, they might have been shocked since black lions were large beasts and weighed a few hundred pounds. Ordinary adult hunters wouldn’t dare to provoke them, if they weren’t in a team, but now it was killed by the boy easily.

Thunder rumbled and heavy rain poured down, but the boy had already arrived under an old tree.

“The weather is so bad, but fortunately I got this.” The boy looked at the black lion’s paw on his shoulder and muttered.

After the rain, the boy carried the body of the black lion, and walked hurriedly.

After an hour, a small village appeared in the boy’s sight.

“Ye Shang! Brother Ye Shang is back.” A child playing in the village shouted loudly after seeing the boy.

“Call Uncle Niu to share this black lion!” The boy was Ye Shang. He put down the corpse of the black lion, pulled out a short knife from his waist, removed a lion leg, and left.

Seeing Ye Shang leave, the children looked as if worshipping him.

In the village, men younger than 15 years old couldn’t go hunting. Even if they reached 15 years old, they must go out with the hunting team in the village. However, Ye Shang was only 14 years old, had been hunting for more than 1 year and always returned fully loaded.

Zhuyuan Village was an ordinary village with about 50 families. They all lived by hunting. Seeing Ye Shang, the women in the village warmly greeted him.

Greeting all the way, Ye Shang came to the west of the village, where he lived. There were only two people in his house, one was Ye Shang, and the other was Daddy Gu, who was knocking on the wheelbarrow under the eaves.

“Oh, you’re back!” Daddy Gu looked up and greeted.

“Daddy, I’m back.” After greeting, Ye Shang went to the fire to deal with the hind leg of the black lion.

Because there were only two people in the family, Ye Shang only cut down one leg of the black lion, and the rest was given to the villagers.

They were father and son, but not genetically related. Ye Shang was an orphan, and he was adopted by Daddy Gu, who was the village head of Zhuyuan Village.

“Daddy, you haven’t finished the story about the fight between the apologetics of the Holy Light and women from Nandou School yet. Who won in the end?” Starting a fire and roasting the hind leg of the black lion, Ye Shang asked Daddy Gu out of curiosity.