[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off":3,"chapter-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-158":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Bound to the Sign-In System, I Took Off",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2336212,4567,"Chapter 158: Gunshot","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-158",158,"\u003Cp>Lam, dressed in a dark green Tibetan robe, sat at the edge of the village’s drying ground, engrossed in a video on her phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the spot in the village with the best mobile signal; watching live streams here prevented lag. At home, the video stalled every three seconds and froze every five, driving her mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lam, what are you watching?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A runny-nosed boy, around seven or eight years old, walked over from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lam looked up at him and smiled: “Losang, what tasty treats are you hiding in your arms? Let your sister have a bite.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Losang instantly grew wary and clutched his chest: “I won’t tell you I’ve got three pieces of butter candy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha…” Lam burst into laughter—it never failed, “Come here, give your sister one piece, and I’ll let you watch the phone too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?” Losang doubted it. “Last time you said you’d let me watch, but when your mom called you, you vanished.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I couldn’t help it—my mom called me.” Lam shrugged. “This time, my mom won’t call me. Don’t worry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Losang hesitated, then finally chose to believe her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He carefully pulled out one piece of butter candy from his chest and handed it to Lam. Lam took it and shoved it straight into her mouth, savoring it happily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Losang sat down beside Lam, his small eyes darting eagerly to the phone screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the screen was a Han Chinese big brother, dressed stylishly, speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My destination today is Songxi Village, a Tibetan village. I’ll resupply there and see if the locals will give me some tsampa to eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After checking in at Jieshan Daban and taking photos, Qin Yun quickly headed toward Longmucuo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jieshan Daban is the second-highest point on the Xinjiang-Tibet Highway; from here down to Longmucuo is a continuous downhill stretch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at the snowboard on his back, his expression slightly exasperated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anyone who’s watched my livestream knows Qin’s skill on a snowboard is no less than on skis. If I’d known, I should’ve brought a longboard too—I could’ve just slid down from here without walking a single step.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Praising yourself? How shameless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even though this flex isn’t smooth, Qin’s longboard descent is still a video I watch every day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you hear? The former world record holder in longboard descent challenged again a few days ago—but failed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I saw. He got seriously injured and announced his retirement.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So tragic. He could’ve retired with honor. All because of Qin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qin…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun stared blankly—he had no idea the former world record holder had attempted a new record.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t spread rumors—I don’t even know that guy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he glanced to the right side of the road and saw a lake below the southwest slope of Jieshan Daban, its surface frozen white like a gourd. He quickly angled the drone’s lens toward the lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look, there’s a lake.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow, so beautiful, Qin, go check it out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So gorgeous—it’s like a gem embedded there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s too cold; the lake’s completely frozen. If it weren’t winter, it’d be stunning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Distant snow-capped peaks, nearby lakes, endless highland stretching beyond sight—only the extreme cold lets Qin enjoy this alone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun laughed heartily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m showing you all the beauty of the snowfield—how can you say I’m enjoying it alone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Jieshan Daban to Songxi Village, the route passes Longmucuo and Songxi Daban, totaling 53 kilometers. The average person walks at 5 km\u002Fh; Qin Yun, to ensure sufficient daily distance, keeps his pace at 8 km\u002Fh. With stops and starts, the journey takes about seven hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even after seven hours, it’s still barely seven in the evening—the sun hasn’t even set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Losang, it’s time to eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Losang had barely sat down for two minutes when a loud voice called from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lam turned to look, trying not to laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Losang’s mouth twisted, and he burst into tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d only watched two minutes of butter candy—completely not worth it. But he dared not disobey; his mother’s beatings hurt, his father’s could kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reluctantly, he rose from beside Lam, glancing back with every step, deeply reluctant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go on,” Lam felt pity. “If you give me your other two pieces of butter candy, you can come back here to watch after dinner.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Losang’s big eyes shone with innocence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course! When has your Lam sister ever lied? I’m the only college student in the village.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Losang thought it over—it was true. Lam was the most educated person in the village; even Nixia Dunzhu often came to ask her questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright then.” He pulled out the two remaining pieces of butter candy from his chest and handed them to Lam. “I’ll come back after dinner, Lam.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lam sister,” Lam corrected him, snatching the two candies from the brat’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Losang left. Lam returned to her livestream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching, her eyes suddenly lit up: “Around seven or eight, Qin will reach Songxi Village. I need to tell my dad and mom to prepare some food to properly host Qin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, she quickly stood and ran home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Jieshan Daban’s national highway to Longmucuo, every stretch passed frozen lakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clarity and grandeur were unlike anything found elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt as if all heaven and earth were utterly pure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though lacking lush vegetation, the land was mostly blackish rocks and distant yellow-brown mountains, besides the frozen lakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the weather was perfect—the sky was a flawless, cloudless blue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too bad—you can only see it through the lens. You can’t feel the sensation of being one with heaven and earth. It’s incredible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun savored it deeply. Just watching made him feel impossibly happy, the world impossibly beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Frozen lakes, vast wilderness, endless snow-capped peaks—only here, in person, can the vastness of heaven and earth heal the soul.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it, stop talking—you’re making me want to go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That bastard Qin is too much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha, I think it’s better not to go. Watching the livestream is fine—no danger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, Qin, think about it—you’re out here all day… Whoa, what’s that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell did I just see? Over there…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qin, zoom in, fast!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun saw it too. The drone instantly moved closer but stopped at about three hundred meters, then rapidly zoomed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he saw the scene, his brow furrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the lake, three Tibetan wolves were feasting on a bloody pile of flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wolves again? Qin really has a thing for wolves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of wolves are these?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re not even that big—if they dare attack Qin, they’re asking for death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun said: “Friends, these are Tibetan wolves—China’s Class II protected species, just like the carcass they’re eating. Normally, they won’t attack me, especially when full. But if they’re starving, all bets are off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So when hiking here, always stay alert and carry self-defense weapons. Of course, if you’ve got my skills, ignore me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, flexing again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qin’s right—if you’ve got his skills, you can roam anywhere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In my memory, Qin runs from wild boars, punches wolves, and pees himself at Northeast tigers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun saw the comment and felt a headache—he couldn’t deny it was true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only mutter dryly: “A wise man knows when to retreat. I just want to livestream longer so you won’t miss me and feel sad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On screen, the wolves looked up at Qin Yun’s direction but made no other move—perhaps sensing no threat, they resumed eating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun, of course, had no intention of going over to beat them up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond Longmucuo, the altitude began to rise slightly again; Songxi Daban awaited ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is the Xinjiang-Tibet Highway—endless daban after daban, some famous, some nameless. Climbing over a daban means reaching the peak of a mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the wilderness, a middle-aged man with a full beard held binoculars, watching distant movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another man, his face covered by a thick cloth, crouched beside him, a hunting rifle resting on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Scar, aim well—just now you let that Tibetan antelope escape.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bearded man chewed a dry blade of grass, grumbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man called Scar had a prominent scar running from his forehead to his eye; his already fierce gaze now radiated extra cruelty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spat out the grass seed and shook his head: “It won’t get away. In this freezing winter, with a leg injured, where can it run? We’ll follow its trail and find it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced toward the distance: “Any movement?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bearded man’s nickname was Old Ghost. Neither was their real name, and neither was Han—they looked Tibetan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Ghost kept staring through the binoculars: “Those two wolves are still tearing at the bharal. The bharal’s still struggling, but not for long.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scar nodded, glanced back at the pickup truck’s haul, and grinned: “Every day this winter brings good catches—we’re earning more in one day than that brat spends in a year in Australia.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah,” Old Ghost chuckled. “Just one winter’s work each year—you can buy a house, a car, anything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waved his right hand: “Scar, they’re starting to eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scar instantly picked up his rifle, crouched low, and crept forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His movements were quiet, slow, and soon he reached a rock—now he could clearly see the prey with his naked eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifty meters was precisely the effective range of his hunting rifle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned against the rock, raised his rifle, and through the scope, two adult Tibetan wolves with rich brown-yellow fur appeared—prime specimens with sleek, glossy coats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scar licked his lips greedily, the rifle’s crosshair slowly settling on the head of one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled the trigger; the shot echoed across the wasteland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Old Ghost’s binoculars, the two wolves still feeding—one on the left collapsed instantly, a hole blown clean through its skull, dead on impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The single gunshot terrified the other wolf, which bolted away in panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oddly enough, the wolf ran straight toward Scar’s position. Scar laughed loudly, re-aimed, pulled the trigger again, and the wolf likewise fell to the ground without exception, sliding a long distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Ghost immediately ran over, pointing at the first wolf: “I’ll skin this one; you handle the other.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Qin Yun stood atop the Songxi Pass, taking a photo of the border marker. Suddenly, his ear twitched—he seemed to hear something—and he turned toward the wasteland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound was faint, but he heard it clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could that be gunshots?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1723,"2026-06-20T21:37:28.858Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a9b7b0e41a57b965735a10a5f23ddd31da36297a2882b4a9f1943f4bcb96c72a","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-159","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-157",329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-cover.jpg"]