The three-day, two-night hunt had been a gamble against death.
By the time Xu Shu and his group dragged their exhausted bodies back to Xu Village, the sun had already stretched the shadows of the locust tree at the village entrance to great lengths.
They had been crawling through the deep mountains for three days and nights; everyone’s face was crusted with dried blood and their pant legs were shredded into rags by thorns, but a glimmer of joy at their harvest danced in their eyes.
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