After they regret their whole lives, I will never die in the training ground

The two men put away their bows and arrows, the young man walked in front and the man followed behind, constantly reminding the man of the essentials of hunting various prey, to which the latter responded perfunctorily.

"Oh, Dad, I get it. Why are you nagging more than Mom?"

Hearing his son's perfunctory tone, the man raised his voice, "I know, I know, you only say good things, but you never change.

“We make a living by hunting, so we should have the utmost respect for these animals. It is because of them that we can survive in this world.

"You could have shot him in the head, but you shot him in the stomach. This is not hunting, this is childish play. This is a great disrespect for life."

"What kind of reverence do you have? They are just a group of animals. If you really respect them, why would you kill them?

"You keep nagging me, because you think I'm stealing your limelight." The young man muttered loudly in dissatisfaction.

“Is your brain made of a wooden fish?”

The hunter was so angry that he kicked the boy on the calf. The boy was not paying attention and was kicked to the ground, with his head falling straight in front of the fox's den.

The young man was not angry. Everyone in the surrounding area who saw him would praise him as a genius. But his father, on the other hand, never said a good word about him.

Now you're beating him up for a beast, huh?

The boy who was about to get up saw something moving vaguely in the fox hole.

Two pairs of eyes stared at him warily and fiercely, and let out childish growls.

Little fox?

The young man was so happy that he quickly took out his bow and arrow and shot an arrow into the cave.

He only heard a childish scream, and before he could reach out to grab it, he was hit hard on the head again.

"How many times have I told you not to hunt young prey and to leave a way out for everything you do? Is your brain filled with shit?

"It's true that even wood can't be carved!"

"It's so annoying!" The young man finally couldn't help but burst out.

He reached out and took out the arrow that had been shot into the hole, on which hung a wounded and panicked little white fox.

It tried desperately to drill into the hole, and was about to break free from the arrow in its leg. In desperation, the boy grabbed it with his bare hands.

Being completely unprepared when facing a desperate wild animal, even if it is just a cub, the result is predictable.

The young man's hand was bitten hard, which aroused his frustration. With his free hand, he touched a hard object and smashed it hard.

The hunter, who had an angry look on his face, ran forward quickly when he saw this.

He had a chance to stop the boy's actions, but the little fox had already bitten the boy's hand.

With his many years of experience, he quickly determined that a frightened prey like this would either let go after being bitten and take the opportunity to escape, or it would be aroused and hold on tightly.

The white fox cub caught by his son was obviously the latter. The best way to deal with a situation like this is to leave enough safe space for the prey that has been aroused.

With space to retreat and survive, the prey will naturally become afraid.

But this method requires a certain amount of patience and endurance. On one side is the life of a young fox, and on the other side is the safety of his son.

"puff!"

The dagger pierced quickly, accurately and fiercely into the neck of the young fox, which was almost dying from being hit by the young man.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

The hunter grabbed the boy's hand that was pounding furiously and said, "That's enough. It's dead."

"Huff, huff, huff!" The young man gasped for breath after realizing it belatedly.

His archery skills have always been superb, and even many adults admire him. At the same time, he is the leader of the children in the village, and has developed a proud and arrogant habit.

The hunter is also hard-mouthed but soft-hearted. Although he often uses his fists to educate his child, he is his own son after all, and the only child in the family. He cannot use much strength when educating him, and most of the time he is protecting him.

In his heart, these prey are praise and glory, and even a delicious meal of meat.

He has been hunting since he was 12 years old. He only hunts on his own and has never been injured from hunting.

So after the panic came anger, he even forgot that he needed to deal with the injury immediately. He picked up the bow and arrow and shot an arrow at the young fox that ran out of another cave.

The boy's talent was evident, and even with his hand injured he still managed to penetrate the fox cub's chest.

When he wanted to put the second arrow on it, the young fox had already escaped with the arrow in its body.

The hunter who saw this couldn't help but want to preach, "You forgot what I taught you. If you are bitten by a wild animal, you should immediately apply saliva to the wound and then apply herbs. With your impetuous temper, it won't be surprising if you get bitten to death one day."

The hunter quickly took out the herbs he brought from his bag, but before he could apply them on the boy, he was pushed away.

"You don't have to care about me even if I die!" After saying this, the young man ran away without looking back.

"Why are you running around again? Come back!" Although they have not entered the depths of the forest, they still cannot rule out the possibility that ferocious beasts may be roaming around here.

This little bastard is becoming more and more lawless. He must be given a good beating when he gets back.

The hunter quickly packed up his things, took the bodies of the white fox and its cub, and chased after them.

When he was young, the hunter often challenged the wild beasts in the forest, which resulted in a lot of illnesses, a lame leg, and injured hands. He hurried over to the boy's back.

"Huzi, slow down!"

The hunter was about to chase after him when he suddenly felt a strong malicious gaze and almost immediately looked in that direction.

"That is......"

A young white fox was staring at him from the bushes on the steep slope.

Seeing the arrow tail without a chest cavity, he was sure that the young fox was the one his son had shot.

It is said that if a wolf turns back, it is either to repay a favor or to seek revenge.

Foxes are just as cunning as wolves, but they don't move in groups like wolves, and their size is limited, so they are not very threatening.

Moreover, with such serious injuries, even if he received treatment, he probably wouldn't survive.

But it was just a few seconds of eye contact, and when I came to my senses, my back was covered in cold sweat.

"Gone?"

The hunter glanced around and felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart.

In a world lacking science, there are all kinds of monsters and demons in everyone's heart.

Even though he made a living by hunting, he would always worship the mountain god before going into the mountains, praying to the god for blessings of safety and a good catch.

But what he was thinking about now was not the mountain god he prayed to protect him.

The hunter's pupils reflected that the young fox was so seriously injured, but was still able to keep up with him.

Even an adult fox should be dead by now, just like the father of the young fox, who was injured in the same place. The adult white fox didn't even survive for a minute.

A chilling guess suddenly emerged in his mind: 'Is she really just a young fox?'