Chapter 3 In Qiansong Town with Old Acquaintances

"Aim, ready, fire!"

Swish swish swish! Three feathered arrows simultaneously hit a mountain bandit who was wandering ahead; the bandit roared and charged towards three returning villagers nearby, only to meet a second volley.

Swish swish swish! Swish swish swish!

After three rounds of continuous firing, the bandit, riddled with arrows, heavily fell to the ground and lay silent.

The three people in the distance put away their bows and arrows, and the leader asked, "Whose turn is it this time?"

"It's my turn." The speaker quickly rushed to the corpse and skillfully searched it.

"Damn, a loot drop—a bandit scimitar, 18 Attack points, cool!" Upon discovering the loot, the person searching the corpse immediately got excited.

The other two looked on with envy, "Awesome, even selling this to the shop would bring over 100 cents."

"Not bad, keep it up, let's try to fill up the bag before it gets dark."