Guo Xuanwu had a look of reluctance, while Guo Bin held him in his arms and comforted him softly, and then let out a long sigh, saying he couldn't bear it either.

The horn sounded, resounding throughout the sky, and the gates of Huanghua Fort opened wide.

"General Sharpshooter" Gou Shisan, holding a long bow in his hand, took the lead, followed by 500 infantrymen, and ran towards the hunting dog farm five miles away to the north.

The so-called hunting dog farm is actually an abandoned racecourse, which Gou Shisan rebuilt specifically for his own dog shooting fun.

A large circle with a radius of about 20 meters was painted with red paint in the center of the field. Inside the circle is where the dogs are released.

There are bamboo poles inserted every five meters on the edge of the circle, and ropes are tied to the bamboo poles to form a circle.

The rules are very simple. It is carried out in the form of mounted shooting. The person who shoots the dog rides on horseback and runs in a circle around the center, about 100 meters away from the central circle. He shoots while running. If he hits the target, he wins. If he misses the shot and the dog jumps out of the rope circle, he wins.

If you lose, the onlookers can place bets on the outcome.

Gou Shisan, the "Master Archer General", has superb archery skills and every arrow is sure to hit. Therefore, whenever he appears, no one is willing to take the banker. Everyone bets on him to win. So why don't they even lose their underwear?

"Release the dogs! Release all the dogs!" Gou Shisan galloped around the perimeter with his horse, bow and arrows drawn, ready to go.

There have been so few dogs caught recently, but they suffocated him to death.

There were a total of seven native dogs tied up in the circle, all with live buckles. Upon hearing Gou Shisan's order, a bandit soldier immediately pulled all the traction ropes in his hand, and the rope buckles were untied, and the seven native dogs immediately ran around.

stand up.

"call out!"

A meteor streaked across the sky.

"Ouch..."

A native dog whined and fell to the ground, an arrow piercing its throat.

"call out!"

Another native dog fell down.

"Okay! General, you are good at archery!"

"Beautiful! The general's archery skills..."

Before the flattery was finished, he immediately became silent.

Just hearing the sound of "Boom! Boom!", Gou Shisan fired three arrows in a row, but all of them failed!

The onlookers were all dumbfounded!

I saw the remaining five local dogs jumping up and down, all dodging the arrows fired at them, jumping out of the rope loop from all directions, and then uniformly fleeing toward the southwest.

"Whoosh! Whoosh..."

Gou Shisan fired five more arrows in a row. The five dogs seemed to be psychic. They actually knew how to dodge and jump. As soon as the bowstring sounded, they would immediately change directions. Surprisingly, not a single dog was hit!

Gou Shisan was a little confused, then his eyes lit up and his expression became excited!

"drive!"

He clamped the horse's belly with his legs, swung his bow and slapped the horse's butt violently, then galloped the horse in hot pursuit.

The onlookers all snickered. The reputation of "General Sharpshooter" was now in disrepair. He must have been squeezed dry by some "bitch" last night.

Although the five native dogs were clever, they would still be hunted sooner or later, so no one took them seriously and they all waited in place.

Gou Shisan did not believe in evil at all, and while galloping on his horse, he caught two feathered arrows. With a "pop!", the two arrows shot out one after the other.

"call out!"

The two arrows flew in a straight line, making only one sound.

The native dog running at the back listened to the sound and identified its position. Suddenly, it suddenly stopped, and the first arrow flew over its head. However, the second arrow arrived immediately after, and shot in with a "Puff!"

Its back nailed it to the ground!

"Ouch..."

The cries of the native dogs before they died seemed to remind their companions to run for their lives. The four native dogs ran even more crazily, and soon got into the grass ahead and disappeared.

Gou Shisan frowned, pulled the reins sharply, and the horse stopped with a long neigh.

He looked around and realized that he had reached Huayang Slope.

"Squeak~~~"

Suddenly a whistle sounded not far away!

"Woof! Woof!"

Four native dogs barked and rushed out of the grass, running towards the slope as hard as they could.

Gou Shisan was overjoyed, drew his bow and arrow, and continued to ride his horse to hunt.

After shooting three more native dogs to death one after another, they unknowingly ran to the depths of Huayangpo. The last remaining native dog was seen with its long tongue hanging out, panting heavily, and trying its best to

He ran with all his strength towards a hay shed not far away.

Gou Shisan showed a sneer, and shot three arrows in succession. With a loud "pop!", the three feathered arrows flew out in a straight shape.

"puff!"

The native dog dodged left and right, avoiding two feathered arrows, but was still shot in the abdomen. The native dog whined and did not fall down, and crawled into the hay shed desperately with the feathered arrows.

Gou Shisan looked proud and seemed to be very satisfied with his archery skills. He rode his horse to the hay shed, dismounted, and wanted to go in and pick out the trophies.

But when he stepped into the hay shed, his feet suddenly felt light!

"Boom..."

The ground collapsed, and Gou Shisan fell into a pit two meters deep.

A burst of dust and smoke billowed, choking him and making him cough. Before he could get up, he saw a cold light shining in the smoke above his head!

"puff!"

A simple knife penetrated his chest and nailed him to the bottom of the pit!

"ah!"

A shrill scream rang out, Gou Shisan clenched the blade on his chest with both hands, his eyes bulged, and his chest and body were already covered with blood.

Looking up, I saw an extremely ugly face and a boy holding a native dog on the edge of the pit.

"Who...are you?"

Guo Bin's voice was cold and cold, and he said word by word: "Asura ghost!"

"Woof woof!"

The native dog in Guo Xuanwu's arms widened his eyes angrily, grinned, and exposed his white teeth. He suddenly broke away from his arms, jumped into the hole, and bit Gou Shisan's neck.

There is still the feather arrow in his abdomen.

The thieves at the hunting dog farm couldn't wait to come, and they didn't come until the sun set in the west. Then they all panicked. Hundreds of people spread out over a large area, calling and looking for them all the way to the southwest.

…

That night, more than 3,000 bounty hunters, led by three people, divided into three teams and attacked Huanghua Fort from three directions at the same time. Although there were 20,000 thieves in the fort, they were leaderless.

The people were in panic, how could they dare to fight? Those who ran fast disappeared, those who ran slowly abandoned their weapons and surrendered, and the battle was over before dawn.

The bounty hunters achieved a great victory, killing and capturing more than 10,000 bandits, but the only one missing was the bandits' leader, Gou Shisan.

From the mouth of one of the captives, Liu Jijiu, they learned that "General Sharpshooter" Gou Shisan had been assassinated in Huayangpo before they came. The assassins were an old man and a young man, and they had a father-son relationship. The father was extremely ugly.

Like a ferocious ghost, the child had a decent appearance. They used a native dog to lure Gou Shisan to the hut in Huayangpo, then killed him, cut off his head, and left four bloody

Word: "Shura Ghost Evil".

The news spread like the wind, and soon spread throughout Jianghua Prefecture.

For a time, there were divergent opinions, but the rumors became more and more mysterious. The bloody words "Shura Ghost Evil" left in the hut were also described as a picture of a bloodthirsty ghost, with the words "Shura Ghost Evil" written on the picture.

Son, "Shura ghosts, father and son partners, specializing in hunting heads of rich people" has become synonymous with them, and everyone wants to see their true colors in Lushan.

On this day, Guo Bin, wearing a bamboo hat and pushing a cart, took Guo Xuanwu on a detour through the country roads, deliberately avoiding official roads to avoid unnecessary trouble.

While walking, when passing by a tea shed, Guo Bin's eyes suddenly lit up. He stopped the car and pulled Guo Xuanwu into the shed. The two ordered two bowls of tea and drank while resting.

It was not long before a middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat walked up the path. He was tall and tall. There was a black gauze covering his face on the edge of the bamboo hat. His face could not be seen clearly. He held a silver gun in his right hand. He was holding a silver gun in the sun.

Shining brightly, he held a painting in his left hand. The painting was a picture of a bloodthirsty ghost. The signature at the bottom of the picture was surprisingly the words "Shura Ghost Evil"!

"Dad, someone is taking advantage of us!" Guo Xuanwu laughed softly.
Chapter completed!