Chapter 22: Killing the Human-Faced Bear (Please collect! Please read!)
"Yan Qiu, you don't have a good weapon right now, so I will give you this precious weapon."

Zhou Qingshan raised his hand and motioned Mo Yanqiu to come up and get the gun.

Mo Yanqiu hesitated for a moment.

A medium-level treasure weapon would cost at least 300 treasure yuan. It's okay to use it once, but it would be inappropriate to accept it.

"I... am just borrowing..."

"You are the only one in the family who has the strength to use this precious weapon."

Zhou Qingshan waved his hand to interrupt Mo Yanqiu's words, and said seriously: "Besides, you are a hundred times, ten thousand times more precious than this precious weapon."

Nonsense, it would be difficult for others to lift a weapon weighing 800 kilograms, so it would be of no use at all.

It would be a pity to just leave it in the inner courtyard storage room to gather dust. Giving it to Mo Yanqiu would be the best use of it. Zhou Qingshan is not the kind of stingy local tycoon who would hide all his treasures.

Hearing the word "home", Mo Yanqiu's heart moved. She stared at Zhou Qingshan's clear eyes. All her hesitation disappeared at this moment. She stepped forward and steadily raised the black gun.

hum!hum!
With a slight turn of her wrist, the gun drew a smooth arc in the air, and the gun body trembled slightly, making a low and pleasant buzzing sound.

Bang! Bang!
This spear seemed to be given new life in Mo Yanqiu's hands. The sound of the spear tip breaking through the air was as inspiring as a war song.

Gao Feixue was holding a long sword at the side, with an indifferent look in his eyes, maintaining the demeanor of a master. He listened to the conversation between the two people without showing any emotion on the surface, but he couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

This young man looked ordinary, but the way he waved his hand and gave away a medium-sized weapon was truly extraordinary, and there was no trace of heartache on his face.

That's a medium-level precious weapon. You don't really think that a warrior at the level of a strongman can afford to use such a weapon, right?

There are Blood Burning Pills and medium-level precious weapons. This should be all the resources in the rural spiritual realm, right?
What a local rich man... He really doesn't feel bad for selling his father's land...

Gao Feixue complained secretly, but deep down he was extremely envious of Mo Yanqiu for being able to gain so much trust from others.

A gentleman will die for his friend. Apparently, this young man did not treat Mo Yanqiu as a consumable just because he foolishly made a vow to become his follower.

This also indirectly proves that Mo Yanqiu did not take the wrong path when he returned in the snow and wind.

Zhou Qingshan looked at Mo Yanqiu's heroic figure wielding the spear. He knew that this precious weapon would be able to exert its due power in Mo Yanqiu's hands.

He smiled slightly and said to Mo Yanqiu, "You can give this gun a name."

Mo Yanqiu stopped what she was doing and looked at the spear in her hand, as if she could feel the weight it represented. She said softly:
"Zhenyue Spear!"

Guarding the Zhou family as unshakably as a mountain.

Wilderness fog.

At noon, the fog thinned a little.

Mo Yanqiu, Gao Feixue and Xie Meng soon arrived at the dense forest where the fighting took place yesterday. There was only a pile of bones left where the three farmers had died. Apparently, after they retreated, the human-faced bear came back and ate them all.

Mo Yanqiu glanced around and found no trace of the strange beast except for a few footprints that were almost buried by the wind and snow.

"Yanqiu, look here." Gao Feixue, a few steps away, pointed at the big tree next to the farmer and shouted.

"Climb a tree?"

Mo Yanqiu heard the sound, walked forward and saw the scratches on the tree, and looked up, his pupils shrank slightly.

Yesterday the sound of wind and snow obscured the sound. It turned out that the strange beast was not that fast. Fortunately, I did not rashly chase the beast last night.

She looked up but found no trace, then observed the scratches on the nearby trees. She took Gao Feixue and Xie Meng with her to track them down. After walking about five miles, they finally saw the traces disappear in the southwest direction.

This place is far away from the spiritual realm, and the fog ahead is beginning to thicken again.

The three did not enter the fog immediately, but looked around to see if there was any conspicuous red cloth or sign hanging nearby.

The fog covered the sky and the sun. If you want to avoid getting lost, you can only rely on the information given by the red cloth strips or stone tablets. If there is no information, it is a human restricted area. Xie Meng dug up the snow on a stone wall next to him, pointed to the mark engraved on it, and whispered:
"This is Xipanling. There is no spiritual realm within the first fifty miles. You must cross it to find other spiritual realms. The terrain inside is complex and full of dangers."

"Would you like to come in?" Gao Feixue asked Mo Yanqiu.

There are no traces of the past, no clear path to follow. In this thick fog, there may be a bottomless cliff just a few steps away. If you lose your footing, you will be doomed.

"Follow."

Mo Yanqiu pinched the peace locket hanging on his body, tightly gripped the Zhenyue Spear in his hand, and walked straight into the thick fog.

Xie Meng and Gao Feixue followed closely behind her.

They relied on the scratches on the trees as a guide and got rid of a few blind wild animals on the way.

However, after walking a mile in the thick fog, all traces suddenly disappeared.

"Gone."

Xie Meng and Gao Feixue carefully checked the trees within five steps around them and returned to Mo Yanqiu to report.

Mo Yanqiu stood still with the gun in hand, looking around the fog. She pricked up her ears and listened to the movements around her. Before, she could hear the faint sounds of small animals running, but now, everything fell into dead silence. It was obvious that a beast was lurking nearby.

"Go back." Mo Yanqiu's voice was calm, but it revealed an unquestionable determination.

"go back?"

Although Xie Meng and Gao Feixue were confused, they did not ask further questions because they knew that Mo Yanqiu must have her considerations.

The three of them began to return along the same route, and the journey was very smooth.

The three of them were about to get out of the thick fog of Xipanling.

Mo Yanqiu, who was at the back, suddenly felt a gust of wind coming from behind her head. Instead of being surprised, she was delighted and suddenly jumped to the side, avoiding the sudden attack.

When Xie Meng and Gao Feixue heard the noise, they turned around immediately and saw a dark figure looming in the fog, its eyes flashing fierce blood in the dim light.

It was the strange beast, the human-faced bear.

"A beast is a beast. Finally, it can no longer hold back."

Mo Yanqiu was well prepared in her heart, so she would not be successfully attacked by surprise. She pointed the spear in her hand diagonally at the ground, her breathing was steady, and the muscles all over her body were tensed in the cold air.

"Roar!"

The roar of the human-faced bear echoed in the woods, and its eyes were fixed on Mo Yanqiu, ready to attack.

The hairs all over its body stood up, and it did not dare to retreat. The alien beast's instinct told it that the aura of the human in front of it was extremely condensed. If it dared to turn its back, it would definitely suffer a devastating blow.

Bang!
Mo Yanqiu did not confront it for long. He took the initiative to attack, and the Zhenyue Spear swept out like a dragon, heading straight for the head of the human-faced bear.

puff!

The human-faced bear turned and tried to flee to the side, but he was still a step too slow and was easily pierced through the right arm by the Zhenyue Spear, which blocked it back.

"Ho!"

The human-faced bear was severely injured and immediately let out a painful roar, his eyes turned red and he became violent.

It pretended to pounce on Mo Yanqiu, but suddenly twisted in mid-air. As long as it could take the opportunity to run twenty steps and be obscured by the fog... it could survive.

Unfortunately, Mo Yanqiu didn't fall for it. He chose the right moment and pierced the human-faced bear's throat with his spear like a rainbow piercing the sun.

Blood gushed out instantly, the human-faced bear's eyes widened, and it fell heavily to the snow, no longer breathing.

(End of this chapter)