It would be best if he were dead, and if he were alive, he would have to go down the river with Lankey.
Then Lankey would be waiting for him downstream, and that would be another good opportunity to wait and snipe.
Even though he was no faster on the water than on the land, Lankey believed that by the time he got to the smoke from his own fire, the zeros he had gone with the aboriginal girl would have come back.
Even if he didn't fall for the trap, Lan Qi, who had already left before Zero, believed that he had ample time to prepare for the next fight.
However, Lan Qi did not know that if it wasn't for the fire he set off, Zero would have already passed through Death Canyon and arrived at the downstream area a day or two earlier than Lan Qi, who was drifting along the river.
At that time, it would be hard to say who was hunting who.
Now, however, the balance of fate remains balanced.
Both sides had unexpected situations that the other side did not expect. So far, the number of people who could cause the scales of victory to tilt towards their side was unknown.
Then again, who could control everything in this turbulent era?
Not even gods, I'm afraid.
In the evening, Zero opened his eyes.
He sat up, but felt a burning pain in his back.
But perception is always good, and the physical pain suggests that nerves and muscle fibers are functioning normally.
And sometimes pain is another proof of life.
The fires in the village had gone out, and the charred buildings had been deeply branded in the eyes of the dead.
Monnie was helping her throw the bodies into the hole she had dug in the village, blood still dripping from her fingers, and it was from her that the grave she had dug up for the village had been dug.
When she woke up and sat up, she was the first to notice, followed by Monnie.
Naturally, Monnie was happy that Lingcun had managed to pull himself together.
But then she began to cry, and knew that she was crying with joy at being alive.
He patted Monnie's head for comfort.
His vision went black. It was Arisa who walked over.
The African girl still had a faint look of sadness on her face, but her eyes were clearer than ever.
"You brought this disaster upon yourself!"
she said directly.
Zero smiled bitterly and nodded.
He said in a deep voice, "I don't know what to say. In short …"
"I'm sorry."
Before he finished his words, a trace of ice-cold killing intent suddenly attacked him.
With a flash in front of his eyes, the ferocious chainsaw of Aisha appeared in front of Zero's chest.
"Saying sorry isn't enough to appease those dead souls!"
she said coldly.
Zero pushed away the protesting Monnie, struggled to stand up and said, "What do you want?"
The African girl said with determination, "I want you to help me find him. That person is now my prey!"
Zero was silent.
"Why, you won't do it?"
"It's easy to find him, Atessa."
He's after me. If you follow me, you'll meet him. "
Zero sighed and said seriously, "But it is very dangerous to stay by my side.
You are the only blood of the Semitic race, Atatha.
I want you to stay and rebuild this place.
I think Gunat wants you to do the same. "
"You may be right, but if I don't, I'm afraid I'll hear the wailing of my people every night."
They will blame me for not avenging everyone! "
Knowing that she wouldn't change her mind, the look in the young girl's eyes explained everything.
Suddenly there was his own shadow in her.
When Leah committed suicide, she was tempted to avenge her.
Even if his hands were covered in blood, even if the end of the road was a bottomless abyss, he had never regretted it.
As she had said, if there was nothing to be done for the dead.
They couldn't get past themselves, either, not with Zero or with Aisha.
"All right, but you'll have to listen to me on the way, including a detailed plan for revenge."
"Believe me, that guy is no ordinary character. He is the most cunning fox."
Zero said.
"But I'm the best hunter," she said, pointing to herself.
"Confidence is a good thing, but if you overdo it, it becomes arrogance."
Zero shook his head.
"You sound very much like the prophet," she said.
But when she mentioned Gunat, the girl's eyes reddened again.
But this time she did not cry, not even a tear.
"Well, how do we kill the fox?"
First we have to fill our stomachs before we have the strength to avenge ourselves.
Then we'll have to rest all night, and I'm afraid I won't be able to carry out the most basic activities until tomorrow, without aggravating my injuries. "
Zero had already learned of his injuries from Monnie earlier. Although the dead flesh had been removed, there was still some poison left in his body.
By the time he started to act tomorrow morning, he was already doing his best to overestimate his body's recovery ability.
She knew this, and therefore did not object.
It was night. Zero was sitting in the open space, leaning against a tree that was not affected by the raging flames.
He had just eaten a piece of dry food that Atatha had found in a village that had been almost burnt to ashes.
Originally, these things had been used by the villagers for winter use, but now that the village had lost them all, there was no meaning in preserving them.
Being dried by the wind and not knowing what mutated beast's meat could not be called delicious.
But the fiber and heat in the meat can quickly turn into nourishment to help it recover as quickly as possible.
The snacks were so careful that they almost divided the meat into strips and ate them, helping to absorb the food into the intestines and stomachs.
A map was spread out before Zero's eyes. The torch burning with turpentine was providing a dim light, but this did not prevent Zero from taking up every important position on the map.
His forefinger pointed to the location of the village on the map. From here, if he didn't take the Death Canyon, there would only be a winding river to the north.
The river was marked with Lamarsson's name.
Monnie was asleep beside Zero, who was wearing a zero suit.
She was sleeping soundly, and there was no sound, but at that moment the sound of light footsteps could be heard.
Zero immediately reached for Corte, but only when he was sure it was Aisha did he remove his finger from the sniper rifle.
Her body was covered in sweat, and her body was steaming. It was obvious that she had just returned from an intense exercise.
Not to move, of course, but to follow the trail of Parkland's killer.
At her side, the latter walked over and pointed at a certain spot on the map.
That was the upper reaches of the Ramason River!