Just as Zhao Jun and Zhang Yuanmin stepped out of the cornfield, a series of barks erupted ahead. Their spirits lifted, and they both broke into a run, chasing the sound.
Before he had gone twenty meters, Zhang Yuanmin was falling further and further behind Zhao Jun. But there was nothing to be done about it—his legs were just too short.
But then Zhao Jun suddenly stopped as well, watching as Black Tiger came charging toward him.
In his two lifetimes of hunting, Zhao Jun had never seen a dog like this, one that barked as it charged back toward him.
Black Tiger reached Zhao Jun and paused for less than a second before spinning around and gleefully dashing forward again.
"ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF..."
At that moment, about seven or eight hundred meters away from Zhao Jun, Gu Yang was hugging a tree with tears streaming down his face.
After Black Tiger had left, the Black Bear stood and watched it go for a moment before looking back up at Gu Yang in the tree.
