Reborn in 80: Starting with hunting in the mountains to get rich

Chapter 328 People even started speaking a foreign language.

Ahead, the wolf's howl once again pierced through the mountains and forests, high-pitched and powerful, full of energy, echoing in the valley, both mournful and resounding.

Lu Zhiqiang's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which rolled down in large drops, as if even the sweat was telling the story of his inner tension.

Song Desheng's limbs were ice-cold and he was trembling uncontrollably. A surge of impulse almost made him pull the trigger recklessly and fight these beasts to the death. He cursed under his breath, "These damned bastards, how dare they be so arrogant, riding on my head and running wild! If I don't destroy you today, I swear I'm not human!"

However, beneath Song Desheng's curses lay a deep fear. In the past, he would never have been so timid; he would have simply followed behind the leader and charged forward. But this time, the alpha wolf he faced was exceptionally cunning, its movements unpredictable, and every attack caught him off guard, making it impossible to defend against.

Even the most composed hunter would be unable to sleep all night after encountering such a bizarre event. A wild wolf had brazenly broken into his yard and, under the moonlight, was peering through the window. He had elderly people, young children, and an infant in his family; the slightest mistake could have unimaginable consequences. And with such a moment of carelessness, wouldn't everything be over?

Old Qian and Old Zhang from the security department, their guns pointed like torches, both aimed into the deep forest. At this tense moment, a figure silently darted out from the woods, a shadowy figure emerged.

In an instant, five guns locked on simultaneously. Was this the perfect opportunity to hunt down the cunning thugs, or would they be ambushed by them instead?

The shadowy figure in the woods gradually revealed its true form; it was Sun Weimin, muttering curses and looking displeased. Closely following behind him was his father, Sun Quande.

"Damn it, there weren't any footprints! How come we couldn't find any?" Sun Weimin's words were full of helplessness and resentment.

Old Qian imitated a wolf's howl, and after receiving a response from the wolf, the people who came out were the Sun family father and son.

Everyone was stunned and couldn't believe it.

Old Qian opened his mouth blankly, then stood up and called out, "Old Sun?"

Sun Quande was startled, his whole body trembled, and he took a half-step back—a half-step that revealed his true essence. He shouted, "Qian Guochang?"

Even seasoned veterans rarely witness something like this in their entire lives.

The two were internally pounding for a long time when they realized the other was imitating the ventriloquist's vocal techniques? This wasn't a human-werewolf conversation at all; it was clearly a human speaking a wolf's foreign language.

Sun Quande's background is also quite impressive. Born and raised in the depths of the Xing'an Mountains, his family is a renowned hunting clan, particularly famous for their expertise in training hunting dogs. However, unlike Lao Qian, he doesn't possess the broad range of vocal techniques to master the sounds of all things. Sun Quande's unique skill is "luring wolves with rabbit sounds."

He learned this skill step by step in the mountains and forests when he was fifteen or sixteen years old, following his father.

He made a living by hunting, relying entirely on this unique skill, which even the advanced technology of later generations could hardly match. In later generations, as times changed, hunting was no longer as popular as it once was and gradually faded from people's view.

Sun Quande's unique ventriloquism almost disappeared with the tide of time. His ventriloquism can only be seen occasionally in specific places in the zoo, where he performs for tourists and has become a special program of the park.

Such a unique skill, if not passed down, would probably be lost forever.

Sun Quande cursed first: "Damn it, Qian Guochang! If you want to hunt wolves, just hunt wolves. Can't you at least mimic a cat's meow? Why are you howling like a wolf? Are you trying to ambush me?"

Old Zhang also stood up, holding his gun, and laughed heartily, "We just wanted to close the gap with Sun Pao, but we didn't expect you guys to be so accommodating."

Sun Quande's face was terribly dark. He said, "I made a wasted trip. I thought there really was a lone wolf."

Sun Quande and his son ventured into the deep mountains, initially intending to follow their ancestors' tradition of searching for precious wild ginseng, a practice known as "mountain clearing." A surge of enthusiasm ignited within them. Inspired by Li Ju'an's large ginseng root, they felt they could also find some decades-old roots. Even if not that old, a ginseng root twelve or thirteen years old would be fine.

The father and son traveled with utmost devotion, bowing deeply to the mountain god and chanting prayers for good fortune. However, as the days passed, the silence of the forest eroded their resolve, and their hope seemed to be swallowed by the vast expanse of woodland. In despair, they turned their attention to the wild game, hunting pheasants, trapping greyhounds, and even cleverly setting a snare to capture a large elk, thus alleviating their empty stomachs.

Just as the father and son, their faces etched with worry and their hearts filled with frustration, were preparing to pack their bags and head home, a distant and desolate howl of a green-skinned shrew abruptly shattered the tranquility of the mountain forest. They had indeed heard a green-skinned shrew's howl.

Sun Weimin's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said, "Dad, if we can't get a club, we can hunt a wolf and sell its pelt."

Sun Quande slapped him on the back of the head, lightly patted him and scolded, "You're good for nothing but causing trouble. We only have two guns, and the road down the mountain is so long, how many wolves can we possibly offend?"

Sun Weimin, still unconvinced after being beaten, said, "This sounds like a lone wolf. There's only one, so beating it won't do any harm."

Hunters in the mountains don't hunt wolves easily because wolf packs are very united and hold grudges. If you anger one wolf and injure it, the entire pack will target you. From then on, whenever you go into the mountains, the wolves will follow you closely, secretly tracking you and waiting for an opportunity.

A wolf pack's grudge can last a lifetime. As long as one wolf in the pack is still alive, the hunter can forget about going into the mountains alone. Even if he goes into the mountains with others, he has to form a team to resist the wolf pack's hunting and attrition.

Sun Quande patiently taught his son, saying, "If you want to fight wolves, you have to fight the whole pack, or don't provoke them at all. You don't have that ability."

Sun Weimin's temper flared up instantly. He couldn't stand being told he was incompetent, even by his own father. His temper flared, and he shouted, "It's just one head! Killing it is a gain, why can Li Ju'an kill it, but I can't?"

He picked up his gun and headed out of the woods. Helpless, Sun Quande could only respond to the wolf's call with his vocalizations, trying to find out how many wolves were on the other side so he could make plans accordingly.

What a coincidence! The two groups gathered together, looking at each other.

Hey! It turns out the two teams are speaking foreign languages.

Old Qian asked, "What are you doing here?"

Sun Weimin had a fiery temper and showed no respect for Qian, who was his senior, shouting, "Uncle Qian, what are you doing here?"

Lu Zhiqiang said, "Let's search the mountains for him. Have you seen any hunting dog tracks on the ground? Have you seen Li Ju'an?"

Sun Weimin frowned. "Li Ju'an is missing?"